hamster huey and the gooey kablooie is a ficticious comic in calvin and hobbes which is a comic that is fiction but not ficitious i hope i'm getting that right based on a true story about a manster/hamtaur

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Manster or Hamtaur?

This is the story of an extreme girlfriend that wanted her boyfriend to look into scientific procedures for shrinking and merging his body with a hamster’s in order to carry him around in her pocket and call him Hamster Huey, and of the grotesque boyfriend that resulted thereof. These are some of the activities they did together afterwards:

  • Skiing
  • Couples-counseling for partial-human relationships
  • Snowboarding
  • Mountain biking
  • Couples-counseling for incompatible relationships
  • Skydiving
  • Couples-counseling for single-income relationships
  • Complicated and expensive legal-proceedings related to side-effects of experimental surgery
  • Couples-counseling for disproportionately-sized relationships
  • Regular physical therapy and ritual anti-inflammatory medicinal intake
  • General couples-counseling
  • Surfing.

subway stories write what you know right? i do my laundry like everyone else well most times

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Creative excuses

I’m asked to be creative everyday. This morning, it’s what to do about underwear, three days after what should have been laundry Sunday.

Sunglasses on the subway – twin shields, bold first lines of defense against the eye contact of the general public.

The second line is staring at your phone or shoes or that eww on the ground.

The third is headphones, even if they’re not on. They remove your senses from the context of the train, and you can excuse interaction as dancing or wandering-pseudo-music-video eyes.

The fourth? Reused underpants. No one is looking at me at all.

i've sat on this idea for a long time i hope you guys enjoy it so here's one more joke: guy gets into a cab in a hurry and says get me to 42nd and 10th on the double and then he looks up and the cab driver is a gigantic crane and the guys says THIS CAB IS YUUUGE!

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An interview with the cranes on top of the Freedom Tower, whose names are Mel and Gilgamesh

How did you get all the way up here?

Mel: I wanted to be a swan, but I was born here instead.

Gilgamesh: Elevator.

What’s your favorite part of the day?

Mel: Pretending to be a swan.

Gilgamesh: Sunset.

How does it feel to be working on the Freedom Tower?

Mel: I’d have been a prouder swan.

Gilgamesh: Ironic.

Play any music while you work?

Mel: Swan Lake.

Gilgamesh: No.

What are you going to do next?

Mel: Swan dive.

Gilgamesh: (shrugs) Taxi-driver?

Anything else?

Mel: Nope.

Gilgamesh: Advice for the weary: The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference.

based on a true story

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The Stepford Whites

“I told you moving here was a bad idea. When it doesn’t stink, it tastes like paste.”

“Oh hush. You’re always aching.”

“And it’s creepy! Something feels… off. I’m not sure what.”

“Oh relax. What could be wrong?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t it weird we haven’t seen any babies in so long? It’s been years!”

“Well, there’s just no room, is there? Where would they go?”

“And, call me crazy, but something has happened to Betsy.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… since I woke up from my nap this morning, she’s been… false.”

“Honey, I think you’ve gone completely dental.”

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Guest post (Brock): It’s not a phase!

A new trend is emerging among middle to high schoolers: an offshoot of the “emo” fashion made popular several years ago by bands such as HIM and The Used, the new “retardo” culture reimagines emo’s themes of edgy loneliness. The big difference? Where “emo” focuses on themes of self-harm, depression, and even suicide, “retardos” see themselves as simply inept, falling short of the social standard – particularly regarding intellectual pursuits. Fashion-wise, children in the retardo “scene” wear helmets and stained sweatpants, cross their eyes, and maintain a slack-jawed expression. Some use permanent markers to draw strings of drool on their chins.

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Guest post (Brock): Brain teaser

I have a challenge for you: imagine you’re eating a big bowl of rice, and suddenly you find a giant piece, about as big as a big toe! What do you do? Do you call the museum, or the police?

Now imagine you’re eating a big bowl of tonsils, and suddenly you realize they’re full of tonsil stones! What do you do?

Finally, let’s imagine you’re back at that big bowl of rice, eating and eating, when suddenly you find the big piece of rice! But this time, it’s not a big piece of rice.

It’s a big tonsil stone!

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Guest post (Brock): Hitler

The Nazis won. Hitler’s men marched across Europe, crushing Stalin’s defenses in a grand, orchestrated sweep. Towers fell; all knew the taste of oppression, bitter German steel.

As the years went on, Hitler mellowed out a lot. He’d really just been going through a bad time in the 40s. Once the 60s rolled around, he was pretty approachable, not a bad guy to be around.

The Producers still got made, even though this is an alternate timeline. Hitler loved it, and invited Mel Brooks to his birthday party in the Eagle’s Nest. Their friendship lasted until Hitler’s death in 1982.

things you don't wanna do that didn't make the cut: eat that sandwich kill that guy see that movie drink that coffee go to that city watch that show take that job ride that ride take that train use that brush call that bluff

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You don’t wanna

That girl? You don’t wanna dance with that girl. She’s got leftover feet. Man feet. Clumsy, stinky ones.

That beer? You don’t wanna drink that beer. Gordo drinks that beer. They soak it in gym socks before they let the monkeys swim in it.

That seat? You don’t wanna sit in that seat. My grandfather died in that seat. And my grandmother. They looked just like you.

That burger? You don’t wanna eat that burger. Lemme take it off your hands.

Thab book? Iths predy goob acthually. (Gulp) Wait, did you say this one? You don’t wanna read this one.

this is not a true story ;) ok maybe lovefool is a fantastic song and it didn't make me feel awkward i just worried about the tension it may have caused there's a longer version of this story if you're interested. 100 word story coffee ask out first date

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The Waldy’s girl

Is there a rule about asking a girl out while she’s working? Romantic-comedies make me sick, so if there’s a rule, someone needs to tell me.

She’s pretty and nice, and the pizza here is really good. I asked.

She said no, she has a boyfriend. Which is fine. I’m terrified of commitment and pretty busy anyway and thanks for everything and see you around and oh crap I already paid for the pizza.

Now, Lovefool is blaring. I’m the only customer in the restaurant, and I just asked the girl at the register if I could buy her coffee.

overthinking will be the death of us magical realism meditation? probably a good idea

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Mind-control

Story idea: guy who can make people go away, just by writing about them.

Later, he learns the trick, and can do it by talking at or about them.

Still later, all he has to do is think, and they’ll drift onwards, elsewhere.

It’s a good story, and there are problems and conflicts. He has trouble controlling his thoughts. He thinks about whatever’s in sight, and soon, everyone he sees is a surprise person that he has never thought of before.

Not long after, they too are driven away.

I suppose he just dies alone. Or stops thinking so much.

sorry this story ends so abruptly i didn't want to make the conclusion it might be a little bit too spiteful or cynical or i'm not sure the word smarmy? chilling? cutting?

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Stacking the deck

I wish I could stack the deck on my commute.

People who are lucky – their lives play out like stacked decks. All express stops to the next purple.

My little sister used to stack the deck in Candy Land, which was totally fine. We’re 9 years apart, and I didn’t really want to play anyway. ‘If we could wrap this whole thing up in about five minutes, that’d be great. Winner cleans up.’

You can be lucky too, if you want. Or, at least appear to be. Reset your expectations and realign your goals based on the most recent results.

philip seymour hoffman is the man didn't mean to make him sad not sure where this came from my mind tells me what to do i can only listen

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Philip Seymour Hoffman is a good actor even in writing

I was riding the train and thinking too much, when I realized the man sitting next to me was Phillip Seymour Hoffman, old as death, like at the end of Synecdoche, holding a manuscript, and crying a little.

I eyed him in the reflections and stared out the corner of my eye. He heaved silent sobs.

“Philip?” I asked. “Jaden?” (His name in Synecdoche).

He looked at me, almost spoke, frowned, and shook his head. 

The next stop was mine, and I got off, but I feel like I should have stayed with him, just a stop or two longer.

gun control peace of mind self-defense kill be concealed assault weapons nukes warheads state classroom school

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Peace of mind

Says one side: “Anything designed to kill and be concealed should be illegal.”

Says the other: “The state has no right to limit the self-defense of its citizens.”

Years later: Things are mostly the same. Self-defense has reached an all-time high. We’ve got four nuclear warheads in the kitchen, next to the stove. We’re careful not to bump into them. My wife doesn’t like them, but that’s a low price for peace of mind. A new set is being installed in every classroom at school next month. I sleep much better knowing they are there.

You know, just in case.

version two extra-sensory ebb and flow fort greene soho don't be passive unless you're passing thoughts and moods (good ones) please)

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Dear Christy or Kristy or Cristie or Kristie in SoHo

Dear Christy or Kristy or Cristie or Kristie in SoHo,

You said my name was old school. I appreciate it. Old school sounds so cool. Chucks, short-shorts, Magic Johnson.

Is it stupid to think that I’ll see you again, in a city with so many people?

Fate does not approach the passive, and random chance is totally random.

But a city with this many people has got to have some magic. People pass thoughts and moods along, from one apartment to another. Extra-sensory ebb and flow from Brooklyn to SoHo.

Our good-bye was like a hello. Thanks for your name. 

the time machine subway this is another true story time travel lower east saturday night pausing worlds

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Someone tell H.G. Wells

Sometimes you walk into a room, or a restaurant, and you’re the only one there, and suddenly the moment steps outside of time. You hold your breath and your brain and watch are on hold.

That’s where I found The Time Traveler. He was eating an Italian sub on the Lower East Side on a Saturday night.

I watched him while I ordered. He didn’t do much. He watched the roaming packs, taking notes in a tiny little book.

I had to ask. “Time Traveler, what are you doing here?”

He thought for a moment, then said. “Pausing, between worlds.”

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