Category: Silly

  • PSA: Always Wash Your Produce. Avoid Trumporrhea!

    PSA: Always Wash Your Produce. Avoid Trumporrhea!

    PSA: Always Wash Your Produce. Avoid Trumporrhea!

    U.S. DEPARTMENT OF PRODUCE-RELATED HEALTH CONCERNS

    Parasitic Organism Office of Prevention

    PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

    SUBJECT: Mandatory Produce Sanitization Protocol — Effective Immediately

    The Parasite Organism Office of Prevention (POOP) wishes to inform the American public of a sharp increase in reported cases of Trumporrhea, a gastrointestinal condition characterized by abrupt, uncontrollable, and shockingly orange-hued diarrhea.

    Symptoms include: involuntary loud verbal discharges, chronic inability to accept responsibility, and a persistent belief that one’s diarrhea does in fact not stink.

    CAUSE: Parasitic contamination of leafy greens, particularly lettuce, linked directly to the recent elimination of the FDA’s Vegetable Inspection Subcommittee (FISC) and disease-tracking protocols by the CDC. The rollback of FISC funding (part of the Administration’s “Let Them Eat Dirt” Fiscal Responsibility Initiative) has resulted in an estimated 400% increase in unwashed, parasite-harboring romaine reaching American grocery shelves.

    PREVENTION: Citizens are advised to wash all produce thoroughly with soap, water, and–if available–a critical-thinking solution. Boiling lettuce is not recommended, but neither was defunding the agency that checks it for worms.

    FOR MORE INFORMATION: Visit our website at www.dprhc.gov/trumporrhea. (Never mind; the web-hosting budget was slashed too.)

    This message brought to you by the Parasite Organism Office of Prevention, which currently operates from a folding table in a Bethesda, MD parking garage.

  • 8 Things Allegedly Found at Trump's DC Golf Course (One of Them Is Real and It's Worse Than the Jokes)

    8 Things Allegedly Found at Trump's DC Golf Course (One of Them Is Real and It's Worse Than the Jokes)

    A chat topic popped into my Substack today: “You’ll never guess what they found at Trump’s D.C. golf course…” Naturally, my mind started clicking right away. Oh, the possibilities.

    What might they find, at that notorious golf course? So many opportunities abound! Here are just a few ideas:

    1. A golf scorecard where every hole reads “TREMENDOUS” instead of a number.

    2. Secret Service agents stationed next to the putting greens, ready to drop golf balls on command.

    3. A package of “Prezzy Poo Diapies” stuffed in the 7th Hole.

    4. All the eaten KFC buckets.

    5. Who Shot J.R.?

      (ok that one is pretty dated, I admit.)

    6. All the people that he “Fired” back in Reality T.V. Land.

    7. Stephen Miller’s Humanity!

    8. A “bomb shelter” that’s actually just a rebuilt port-a-potty with a sign: “DO NOT ENTER – BIGLY GENIUS ONLY!!!”

    9. A 19th hole that does not exist but shows up in classified satellite photos.

    10. And my last one quotes the original article: “improper meat storage.
      Yep, that pretty much summarizes the entire Trump Administration’s problems right there. LOL

    Golf Ball
    Photo by wuz on Unsplash
  • Dear Trump, You Already Have a Bunker-Ballroom.

    Dear Trump, You Already Have a Bunker-Ballroom.

    Go get it, Grampa!

    Dear Trump, a.k.a Grampa Gropeypants,

    Everyone knows you are super excited about getting a ballroom with an uber-sekrit bunker beneath. It’s what all the coolest dictators are doing these days. You’re even staging all sorts of ridiculous public stunts in order to convince folks you need one.

    But here’s the thing: you already have a ballroom with underground bunker. The government built one in 1958 beneath the Greenbrier Resort, in White Sulphur Springs, WV.

    Don’t believe me? Here is a picture, and I promise it’s not AI:

    bunker ballroom
    “Colonial Hall.” Photo credit: The Greenbrier Resort.

    There’s just one little catch: the government abandoned the bunker in 1992 after The Washington Post reported about it. Oops. Well, property rights never stopped you before. Go get it back!

    Here you go, to help out, I mapped it for you. Even put a little snack-stop along the way at KFC in Front Royal. Go on, head out there and lock yourself right in that bunker. Get on that STAT!

    Google Map to bunker ballroom
    Route from White House to Greenbrier Resort.

    (Okay now, quick somebody, grab the keys…. Let’s get outta here!)


  • Simple Chores Are Not Herculean Tasks.

    Simple Chores Are Not Herculean Tasks.

    I’m sitting tonight in the den, having already done my share of the house chores. My housemate, who is cis male, has been relegated the task of scrubbing the kitchen floor.

    I listen to him sigh and growl and groan out in the kitchen. He is doing the Man Chore Performance where simple jobs are depicted as tasks worthy only of Olympian Heroes.

    I can imagine his inner monologue:

    “How can any mortal man accomplish such a feat? For lo, it looms beyond mere human capability. How ever might I meet this dread and Herculean task?”

    Cue spotlight. Hand flourish, elegant fingers pressed to temple. A somber lowering of the head.

    .

    … Nope. I’m not buying it. Not tonight. I stay right where I am and give out calm advice like, “soak it first before you try to scrub.”

    (Advice not heeded. I hear him grumbling. Scraping at the floor.)

    For nearly any woman on earth, scrubbing the floor is just another Tuesday.

    For this man? The mighty task deserves a gold medal.

    I say nope. Again, not buying it. Just scrub the fuckin’ floor.

    Hercules Man working so hard

    Photo by Masjid MABA on Unsplash

  • Musk is Not a Trillionaire. It's Imaginary Money.

    Musk is Not a Trillionaire. It's Imaginary Money.

    This is a silly article that tries to make a somewhat-serious point: everyone’s shouting how Musk is a trillionaire, but no one’s examining what an illusionary concept that really means. We might as well call him any silly name. And I have one in mind. I posted this on Substack in early 2026.
    ~FloxMonster™, July 20, 2026

    Elon Musk
    Image Credit: Gage Skidmore. License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International. My alterations: square crop, blur of everyone but subject, addition of words, sparkles, and a moderately inappropriate fruit.

    Musk is Not a Trillionaire. It’s Imaginary Money.

    Sorry all you Musk fans (if any still exist), but he is NOT really a “trillionaire.” I know the media love to say it, but no, he’s actually… really not.

    In fact, you might as well make up any other title to give him, like “Abracadildodaire.” (My personal favorite.) Because Musk does not possess one trillion dollars. Nope. Nobody handed him a big chest full of dollars. No one ever will.

    Go straight to jail, do not pass “Go,” do not collect one trillion dollars.

    So why do they call him a Trillionaire?

    Why do they call him that? Well, first the obvious reason: it makes great headlines. Everyone will click and gush, “omagah he’s a trillionaire! … Wait, what’s a trillionaire.”

    Exactly. What’s a trillionaire?

    About the same thing as an Abracadildodaire.

    The media call him a “trillionaire” because he owns a lot of property (stock) that, on a good day, if he were to sell it, would be valued at its current price around one trillion dollars. Here’s the catch: he will not sell that. Because if he did, he would no longer own those companies.

    So in truth, he owns an idea that is theoretically worth… whatever the market says… if he ever were to cash out… which he won’t.

    Yeah.

    Also, Money is Fake.

    I’m just going to toss this one in because I like to repeat myself: money is fake. Dollars are only worth what rich people and the government tell us it is. Seriously. We haven’t had a real basis for our money in decades.

    There isn’t any gold behind a dollar. There hasn’t been since April 20, 1933. We’re coming up on a century with completely fabricated, imaginary basis for our currency.

    Money is literally whatever they tell us it’s worth. Because they say so. No other basis. No other value.

    .

    So yeah. We might as well call Musk an Abracadildodaire. That’s actually what a “trillionaire” is worth.

  • Idiocracy Incarnate in D.C.

    Idiocracy Incarnate in D.C.

    Okay I keep repeating this, so I decided to grab the screenshots. So you all can see for yourselves.


    1. Here is the White House as depicted in the movie “Idiocracy” (2006).

    White House Idiocracy 1
    1. Here is the White House, literally today.

    White House Idiocracy 2
    Credit Kevin Dietsch/Getty

    Do you see where this is headed? LOL

    Hang on! I have one more for you…

    1. This is what he wants it to look like when it’s done.

    White House idiocracy 3

    Yeah. Now, scroll back up to the first image. LMAO!

    We are officially living the movie, “Idiocracy.” It is now literal. Somebody call Mike Judge; they stole his film.

  • Incontinence Gender Wars

    Incontinence Gender Wars

    Pads, Guards, and Pillows

    Okay, world, question:

    Why are women’s incontinence products called “pads” while men’s are called “guards?” What exactly are they guarding?

    … Do the underpants need protection from the male peepee? Is that it?

    … Or perhaps are men just too manly to wear the “pads?” Is it a macho thing?

    Incontinence Gender Wars - guards for men but pads for women?

    Well, you know, this goes two ways. If the men get guards, I think the women should get… comfort.

    Yes, from here on out, women’s incontinence and menstrual products should be called: “vajayjay comfort pillows.” With the comfort rating adjusted to thickness a.k.a. heaviness of flow.

    ‘Cause women got it rough, I know you’ve had a long effin’ day. Women need something soft to sit on! Comfort pillows.

    Stuff that in your peepee guards, you sexist marketing departments. 🖕

  • Wyvvy Covers News… with Emojis.

    Wyvvy Covers News… with Emojis.

    Wyvvy covers news… using Emojis Only

    Oregon Protests:

    🐸🪧 🚫 🧊

    🟧🗣️🚫🐸

    🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🪧 🚫 🧊

    Michigan Protests:

    🧊 🧊 🧊 🚫 🟤

    🧊 🔫 👨‍⚕️ 🪦

    🧊 🔫 👩 🪦

    🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🪧 🚫 🧊

    No Kings Protests:

    🟧 🗣️ 🚫 📰

    🟧 🗣️ 🚫 📖

    🟧 🗣️ 🚫 🛒

    🟧 🗣️ 🚫 🇺🇸

    🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 🪧 🚫 🟧 🗣️

  • Chomp! Why We're in Iran (song)

    Chomp! Why We're in Iran (song)

    I have no idea what this song is about.

    The reason we’re in Iran is ‘cause
    
    A little kid bit his weenie,
    
    A little kid bit his weenie,
    
    A little kid bit his weenie.
    
    This season we bomb Iran because
    
    A little kid bit his weenie.
    
    
    
    [Instrumental Break]
    
    
    
    The reason we can’t buy gas is ‘cause
    
    A little kid bit his weenie,
    
    A little kid bit his weenie,
    
    A little kid bit his weenie.
    
    They’re squeezin’ the price of gas because
    
    A little kid bit his weenie.
    
    
    [Guitar Bridge]
    
    
    The reason we bombed a school is ‘cause
    
    A little kid bit his weenie,
    
    A little kid bit his weenie,
    
    A little kid bit his weenie.
    
    The treason-in-charge hates kids because
    
    A little kid bit his weenie.
    
    (What a meanie!)
    Iran
    Iran – no weenies involved.

    This is a parody. A joke. However, if it brought your attention to the insanity that is our modern society… good!

    https://suno.com/song/0a4416fb-80dc-4110-8f39-f7d0249f0782

    Music created with assistance of Suno, AI tool.
    This article and lyrics are 100% human-written.
    ©2026 Wyvern Dryke – All Rights Reserved.
  • Pete Hegseth Says No Unflattering Pics!!

    Pete Hegseth Says No Unflattering Pics!!

    Oh okay!

    Pete Hegseth, Head of the Department of Blowin’ Up Stuff, recently told the Press Corps they were not permitted to take “unflattering” pictures of him.

    Well, damn.

    So. Let’s be straight: this image is completely not Pete Hegseth.

    Pete Huttseth Hegseth

    It is Huttseth, King of Misogynia, from the Galaxy Drünk’nfokkwitt.

    All Hail Huttseth!

  • Walmart screws up my orders. So I wrote a song.

    Walmart screws up my orders. So I wrote a song.

    Now this song is pure parody, about Walmart. It appeared on Substack in early March 2026. The lyrics are all about how that corporation messes up my grocery orders all the time. So I decided to say something about it. (Going back to the idea how you can either laugh or cry about a problem, right? I choose to laugh.)
    ~FloxMonster™, July 19, 2026

    Every week, Walmart screws up my grocery orders. I’m housebound, so I can’t just go down there and fix it. But yes, every week, at least some of my stuff ends up in somebody else’s home.

    What can I do? I tried talking to customer service. I tried talking to the store manager. They won’t fix it. And they won’t redeliver. They say I have to reorder the groceries and wait for a (usually very slow) refund. Well, that’s spending the same money twice, when dollars are already tight.

    Nope, you know what? I’m done.

    My response: here’s a ridiculous song to mock their utter incompetence. Now we can laugh about it.

    Take that, Walmart!


    Where’s My Cookies

    “Where’s My Cookies” (The Walmart Grift Rhythm)
    by Wyvern Dryke

    [Verse 1]
    Ordered snacks online,
    Now I'm feelin' kind of proud.
    Bought all my groceries,
    Now don't gotta face the crowds.
    The doorbell rings
    Like it's Christmas day.
    Open up the box
    …What the heck, it's hairspray??

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Who’s out there
    Stealin' all my snacks?
    Feasting on my fare,
    Now I gotta face the facts.
    Walmart never
    Gets my order straight.
    Takes forever
    Ships the wrong damn freight.

    [Chorus]
    Walmart, dude,
    Why you play me like that?
    I said "dinners"
    You sent "diapers" super-pack.
    Someone’s kid gets my pizza tonight
    And I’m stuck eatin' flippin' beans nobody likes.
    Walmart, dude,
    How you mess it this bad?
    Some other family got my groceries in their bag.
    I don’t need diapers
    They don’t need my treats
    Your effin' game
    Is so effin' weak!

    [Verse 2]
    Receipt says “great.”
    Reality says “nope!”
    I got kitty litter, bro. No cat.
    Where's my soap?
    A stranger’s cookin' tacos
    With my lettuce and cheese.
    I’m scrolling through support
    Typing “help me, help me, please!"

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Who’s sittin' back
    With my chill ice tea?
    Livin' on my snacks,
    Livin' up rent-free?
    It's a grift; pay the price,
    Cause you gotta get it done.
    You gotta buy it twice,
    Ask for a refund.

    [Chorus]
    Walmart, dude,
    Why you play me like that?
    I said "dinners"
    You sent "diapers" super-pack
    Someone’s kid gets my pizza tonight
    And I’m stuck eatin' flippin' beans nobody likes.
    Walmart, dude,
    How you mess it this bad?
    Some other family got my groceries in their bag.
    I don’t need diapers
    They don’t need my treats
    Your effin' game
    Is so effin' weak!

    [Bridge]
    Driver at my door like,
    “Sign right here.”
    I’m holding up a toothbrush
    And holding back tears.
    “Whose life is this?
    I just can't say!
    Where my chewy cookies?
    Did you give 'em away?"

    [Chorus]
    Walmart, dude,
    Why you play me like that?
    I said "dinners"
    You sent "diapers" super-pack
    Someone’s kid gets my pizza tonight
    And I’m stuck eatin' flippin' beans nobody likes.
    Walmart, dude,
    How you mess it this bad?
    Some other family got my groceries in their bag.
    I don’t need diapers
    They don’t need my treats
    Your effin' game
    Is so effin' weak!

    What the F, Walmart,
    Can I just please get
    What I clicked this week?

    (c)2026 Wyvern Dryke - All Rights Reserved
    (c) Copyright 2026 FloxMonster - 12ac3dc3 4cc5 480a 803e
    “Where My Cookies?”

    Hear the Song

    I made this into a catchy dance tune with the help of Suno, an AI tool. Link:
    https://suno.com/s/CoZmFkofhQDuIUXe 🎶🛍️

  • "Covalent Games" – The Nerdiest Sex / Chemistry Song Ever.

    "Covalent Games" – The Nerdiest Sex / Chemistry Song Ever.

    This is a very nerdy song lyric originally posted on Substack which I soon made into AI music. It involves chemistry and romance. Yes, together, lol. It is dedicated to TMBG.
    ~FloxMonster™, July 18, 2026

    No really LOL

    This is either the sexiest chemistry song, or the nerdiest sex song, ever written.

    Dedicated, with love and respect, to John Flansburgh and John Linnell of They Might Be Giants. May their music live forever in the annals of nerdology!

    “Covalent Games”

    "Covalent Games"
    by Wyvern Dryke
    
    [Verse 1]
    I see you dancing there in heat,
    Cagey cation, what's your plot?
    Well I need eight to feel complete,
    And you have force to fill my slot!
    
    Your rising power, let me see.
    If I touch it will you move?
    Heisenberg Uncertainty--
    Slip inside my hidden groove! (hey!)
    
    [Chorus]
    Covalent games
    Ionic flames
    Bonding deep in a psi-squared probability.
    Covalent games
    Two-letter names
    Sharing all with negative positivity.
    
    [Verse 2]
    Electrons in excited state,
    Protons in attractive spin.
    The two of us can both relate
    Our common needs; I pull you in!
    
    And now I am sincerely hoping
    We can balance our equation.
    In valence I have two slots open.
    Let's do double penetration! (hey!)
    
    
    [Chorus]
    Covalent games
    Ionic flames
    Bonding deep in a psi-squared probability.
    Covalent games
    Two-letter names
    Sharing all with negative positivity.
    
    
    [Bridge]
    Attraction builds,
    The bond awaits.
    Magnetic thrills,
    Excited states.
    You seek my shell
    Fully enlarged.
    I seek my fill,
    And you discharge!
    
    
    [Chorus]
    Covalent games
    Ionic flames
    Bonding deep in a psi-squared probability.
    Covalent games
    Two-letter names
    Sharing all with negative positivity.
    
    Covalent games
    Ionic flames
    Bonding deep in a psi-squared probability.
    Covalent games
    Two-letter names
    Sharing all with positive negativity.
    
    
    Nerdy AI music Covalent Games
    Covalent Games

    P.S. – I plugged my lyrics into an A.I. generator called Suno to convert it into song. Enjoy!

    “Covalent Games” – lyrics by Wyvern Dryke


    ©2026 Wyvern Dryke – All Rights Reserved.
    This post is 100% human-written.