Best of PIC 2023
Our top picks from 2023, featuring horny astronauts, long-winded toast recipe bloggers, and the tall guy blocking your view.
I am easily excited by comedic things, amusing people, random moments, and minor observations. I'm also the founder and editor-in-chief of PIC, which manages to incorporate all of those things.
Our top picks from 2023, featuring horny astronauts, long-winded toast recipe bloggers, and the tall guy blocking your view.
There’s not a lot of room to be coy. As short humor dogma goes, "Lead us into temptation, and deliver us the premise."
While you're stocking up on chocolate-covered everything, fighting tooth and nail for a dinner rez, indulge in these love bites.
Hit the link in our bio for a bunch of forms. Keep in mind they're now numbered alphabetically. Sorry about the mess, ughhh.
A new "Bold and Juicy Look" for PIC that includes an all-caps, in-your-face logo proudly declaring, "OUR LETTERS DON'T HAVE TO BE THE SAME WIDTH!"
ASMR audio of the three-part prescriptive program for making millions of dollars writing blogs—the serious money we all crave from creative endeavors.
Listen to a dead father pass along the one piece of advice that may help his son lead a full life: consume three podcasts every day.
Listen to Fido's speech, following acceptance of the "Good Dog" award, packed with canine wisdom and plenty of thanks to go around.
Listen to the last man on the internet's anonymous webcam videochat platform, ChatRoulette, meeting a lost traveler for a creepy encounter.
Thank you kindly for what I assume is a forthcoming invitation to your Friday soiree. It is with deep apologies and sober regret, I must decline.
There's something I've been meaning to address:the American Public. I mean, whatta you have to do to get an audience around here, run for president?
I bought liquor for two high school guys at a concert the other day, my first experience giving back to the underage alcoholic community I was once a member of.
I’m officially moving all of my hours from Daylight Savings to Daylight Checking and spending time like there’s no tomorrow.
“If I EVER find sufficient evidence that your phone call could have been an email, you WILL be required to dig up and re-bury one body using ONLY your hands. Capiche?”
-A voicemail from your new Mafia Boss
The death penalty should be reserved only for microwaves that continue beeping even after you open the door when your food is ready.
In college my roommate drove around in the rain without turning on his windshield wipers because he thought it was important not to become dependent on them. Interestingly, he’s now married to his imaginary girlfriend.
Whenever an obnoxiously loud car revs its engine all I hear is, “VROOM VROOOOM TO GROW AS A PERSON!”
New erotic bread flavors at your local artisan bakery:
– Sourdough foreplay
– Multiple-orgasm-grain
– Heavily nutted and wetted
– Random big holes for his pleasure
– Not-that-interesting-but-honest-about-it for her pleasure
– Cake
When I was a kid my grandma’s idea of road safety was hugging me tighter in the backseat. Now my grandma complains that a mask hugs her face too tightly, and that’s called carma.
The closest I’ve ever come to participating in an orgy is taking a Zoom call naked.
Ever notice how many dinosaur names sound alike? Who came up with all of them anyway, Thesaurus?
Ideas for improving the Kindle: add the ability to play music, watch movies, lose the whole “reading” thing.
What if Home Alone was just Kevin safeguarding himself against a virus he believed eliminated his family?