Mavis brings her banned potato salad to seduce a wine-making widower. There's an explosion, leopard print, and a postcard she completely misreads. Episode 6.

Mavis Brennan does ayahuasca. Six weeks in the Amazon, one cosmic serpent, one widowed Argentinian, and banana bread she hallucinated into existence.

AI boyfriends aren't new—just ask Mavis about her 1987 hotline job. She made men weep describing pot roast. Her mother still can't hear 'cream of mushroom.

Mavis is back from a 60-day singles cruise gone wrong. Camels, rashes, and a near-kiss in Italy. Plus: Limoncello Love Cake. Sex After Seventy, Episode 3

Sex after seventy requires preparation, patience, and possibly professional assistance. Also, always tell someone where you're going when attempting new positions -- you never know when you'll need an emergency extraction.

I remember a time when "afternoon delight" meant a little nooky. Now it means a nap, a heating pad, and maybe a bowl of soup if I'm feeling particularly adventurous.

Local uprising postponed indefinitely due to scheduling conflicts and general malaise Revolution cancelled due to lack of interest. News from the frontlines of my smartphone SOMEWHERE, USA --- Revolutionary leaders expressed bewilderment this week after their carefully planned overthrow of the existing order attracted exactly zero participants, despite widespread dissatisfaction with literally everything. "We sent out Evites three weeks ago," said would-be revolutionary Brian

A hilarious true story about the day I tried to "rescue" baby magpies, learned nothing about birds, and everything about staying out of Mother Nature's business.

Dark comedy meets mortality in "Tales from the Crypt-ic." Join Leo, a snarky undertaker, as he skewers society's death denial with biting wit and morbid humor.

Two sassy llamas journey to Washington to save their hay supply when government contracts fail. Political satire with farm animals fixing de

In what UMSDERWPFLEPI calls "Democracy Done Right," Idaho lawmakers are racing to protect citizens from their own voting decisions.

Feeling guilty about the third bowl of ice cream? Turn your guilt into a calorie-burning emotion.

Something’s happening to the facility. Reality is getting thin here, like tissue paper held up to harsh fluorescent truth.

In the annals of evolutionary success, one species stands as a paragon of unwavering commitment to the Playtitudes — the domestic dog.

The plutocracy offers to buy everyone a round, but only if they sign over their homes as collateral.

As soon as I turned the key, Sally roared to life with a growl. Before I could react, she lurched forward—knocking me clean off.

The new law mandates that every Idaho household must display a 6-foot campaign sign on their property, visible from outer space.

As Idaho grapples with this new racial classification system, one thing is certain—the potato harvest just got a lot more complicated.

“The only books our kids need are the Bible and reloading manuals,” declared State Senator Cletus “No-Dewey-Just-Do-Me” Packerton.

While we keep the rest of the nation distracted by the Hunter Biden dog and pony show, Idaho is gearing up for the real battle.