Whoops, I Found Amelia Earhart and I Promise I Had Nothing to Do with Her Disappearance
If someone had asked me before I found her who Amelia Earhart was, I would have asked “Who?” unsuspiciously.
If someone had asked me before I found her who Amelia Earhart was, I would have asked “Who?” unsuspiciously.
NAME: Sisyphus DEPARTMENT: Underworld; Futile Labor/Endless Toil and Frustration POSITION: Boulder Administrator/Rock Coordinator
Trees should never be shown without all their leaves. Bras are to be referred to as "Personal Lady Upholstery."
BrickUp developed bricks large enough to destroy data centers, but small enough to conceal from evil clones of Regis Philbin.
You’ve sworn you’ve heard the unmistakable “thunk” of a peg-leg issuing from their mic on more than one Zoom call.
I lost motivation for my role of being the embodiment of vanity. To put it lightly: remote work has challenged the core values I once held dear.
I’m very worried that you know me for one picture taken on my 72nd birthday more than anything else.
A quiet night in with 60 or more Roman Senators – Don't overthink it! If she's a down-to-earth type, this all she wants on March 15.
I founded the OLA (Ostracoderms Live Again), and we filed an injunction against placoderms for forcing their jaw hinge on us without our permission.
All I wanted to do is continue the progression of time the way it has been going for all of fucking history. But suddenly the pandemic's MY fault?
I hear my quest for vengeance described as “single-minded,” and I can’t help but resent that.
“Would you like some ice chips?” Chef Aut asks me. “Ice is for penguins,” I say. “And chips are for Brits.”