Two tipsy women sneak into a graveyard to pee. One uses her panties to wipe with and throws them away, the other one uses a ribbon from a wreath.
The next day, one husband calls the other:
“My wife came home last night not wearing any panties!”
The other husband replies:
“That’s nothing! My wife had a card stuck between her butt cheeks that said, ‘From all of us at the fire station, we’ll never forget you!’”
Some losses don’t explode; they erase you in slow motion. Your name stops appearing in plans, your chair goes missing at the table, your future gets quietly…
You’ve been breathing wrong in your own car. That innocent looping-arrow symbol could be the difference between stepping out refreshed or crawling out with a pounding head…
She didn’t beg for attention. She didn’t claw for headlines. While others burned bright and fast, Linda Evans moved like quiet gravity, pulling entire eras of television…
Winter didn’t break me. It tried. Every morning felt like a test I hadn’t studied for, my kids’ eyes searching my face for answers I didn’t have….
The news hits like a blade. One of cinema’s most dangerous smiles has gone still, his legendary menace fading in a quiet Malibu room. Tributes pour in…
The first time it happens, it doesn’t feel random at all. The night is thick, the air holding its breath, and then you see it: an owl,…