An Open Letter to Penny

Microchipped. Loves being combed, sleeping in bed, and kissing.

Most likely you were somebody’s pet before you became an SPCA’s “property.” Shipped to another shelter 950 miles north, spayed, and photographed for their website.

Welcome, Penny. We are the last strangers on whose kindness you will ever have to depend.

You Can’t Satirize This Shit, #3

“Transgender Activists Attack Feminists Holding Event for Women’s Rights.”

“We are in good spirits and remain undefeated,” wrote feminist author Lierre Keith from Portland, Oregon.

“A mob of ‘antifa’ men pepper sprayed, punched, and kicked us, and stole our phones. We were attempting to have an event about male violence.”

An Open Letter to Ben & Jerry

Guys,

With Thanksgiving near, shouldn’t you be scolding us because this “holiday” commemorates a colonialist narrative and cultural erasure?

Or because the first mention of Thanksgiving, in 1637, celebrated the colonists brutal massacre of an entire Pequot village?

What about honoring indigenous Americans by replacing pumpkin pie with maize-and-scalp-flavored yogurt?

An Open Letter to Joe Biden

Big Fella,

Remember the mascot of the prep school we attended? The Great Auk, a large, extinct, flightless bird? Remind you of anyone you know?

The Great Auk became extinct when the last known specimen wandered into a bathroom and forgot what he went there for.

Good riddance, Great Auk.

Websites That Never Die

“What’s this $999.00 payment to NeverEndingWeb?” she asked.

“That guarantees my new website won’t expire even when I do.”

“Who’s gonna read it 100 years from now?”

“Don’t know, but they’ll read exactly what I wrote.”

“Sooner or later you’ll have to give up the hope for a better past.”

Ten Other Things Named “Kelce”

“Kelce” is among the top-trending dog names in the country—up 135% in a year—according to Rover, a Seattle-based matchmaker that connects pet owners with pet sitters and dog walkers.

In addition people hung that name on other items: penises, vaginas, farts, gerbils, drinks, cats, streets. new stars, assholes, oral sex.

Waitress

“Careful, Hon, that plate’s hot,” the waitress said.

“Not as hot as I am,” he snickered.

His wife rolled her eyes.

“What, you don’t think I’m hot?”

“Your brother’s hotter.”

“Can I get youse anything else?” the waitress asked.

“A towel,” he replied, tossing his drink into his wife’s face.