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VIRAL Fantasy, New York, NY (2025)

10/13/2025

After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a “gripe sheet,” a log where they report any issues with the aircraft. Mechanics then review these notes, fix what needs fixing, and write down how they resolved each problem.
These exchanges between pilots (P) and maintenance crews (S) have become legendary for their quick wit and dry humor. Here are some of the funniest real examples ever recorded:
P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.
P: Test flight OK, except auto-land was very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.
P: Something loose in the cockpit.
S: Something tightened in the cockpit.
P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back order.
P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 ft per minute descent.
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.
P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.
P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to a more believable level.
P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That’s what friction locks are for.
P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.
P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you’re right.
P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.
P: Aircraft handles funny.
S: Aircraft told to straighten up, fly right, and behave.
P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.
P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.
P: Noise coming from under instrument panel—sounds like someone tapping with a hammer.
S: Hammer confiscated from culprit.
It’s clear that UPS mechanics not only keep their planes in top shape—but also keep their sense of humor flying high. ✈️

10/13/2025

One evening, a man came home from work to find his wife of ten years hurriedly packing her suitcase.
Surprised, he asked, “What on earth are you doing?”
“I’m heading to Las Vegas!” she said with determination. “I heard there are people out there who appreciate what I do and are willing to pay handsomely for it!”
The man blinked, thought for a moment, and then calmly started packing his own bag.
She turned around, hands on her hips. “And where do you think you’re going?”
He smiled. “Vegas. I just have to see how you plan to turn a hobby that barely breaks even into a full-time job!”

10/13/2025

An elderly lady sat patiently in her car, waiting for a parking space to open up near the entrance of a busy shopping center. Just as the car she’d been waiting for backed out, a young man in a gleaming red Mercedes zipped around her and slid neatly into the spot.
Stunned, she rolled down her window and called out, “Excuse me, young man! I was waiting for that space.”
The man stepped out, adjusting his sunglasses with a grin. “Well,” he said smugly, “that’s what happens when you’re young and fast.”
The old lady looked at him for a long second, then smiled sweetly. “And this,” she said as she reached into her purse and held up her car keys, “is what happens when you’re old and smart.”
She calmly backed into the empty space just behind him, right as another car pulled out—leaving the young man staring in surprise as she strolled happily toward the store.

10/11/2025

This evening, I went to Kroger wearing one of my husband's sweatshirts. As I got in line at checkout, the man in front of me glanced over and asked, “Is that your sweatshirt?” Caught a bit off guard, I replied with a smile, “Oh no, it’s my husband’s.” The man paused, looked at me thoughtfully, and asked if my husband was nearby so he could say thank you.
With a bittersweet smile, I explained, “He’s actually deployed right now.” The man didn’t miss a beat. He began to place my groceries onto the belt along with his and, to my utter surprise, said he’d be covering my groceries tonight. Speechless, all I could manage were repeated, overwhelmed whispers of, “Oh my gosh, are you sure? Thank you so much.”
The man nodded and shared something deeply heartfelt: “That place over there nearly took me away from my wife and my four kids. Promise me you’ll stay true and honest to him while he’s gone, and when he gets home, love him like you never have before.”
Now, even an hour later, I’m still in awe. This moment was such a powerful reminder that goodness, kindness, and connection still fill this world in ways that truly matter. And maybe, if we can just look for it, that goodness will outshine the darker things we’re often so drawn to see.

10/11/2025

Two men were enduring an excruciatingly slow round of golf. The two women ahead of them were struggling with every shot, hitting into sand traps, water hazards, and the rough. Worse yet, they weren’t following golf etiquette by letting the men play through.
After two hours of mounting frustration, one man finally said, “That’s it. I’m going over to ask them to let us play through.”
He began marching toward the women, but halfway there, he stopped abruptly, turned around, and walked back looking flustered.
“What happened?” his friend asked.
“I can’t do it,” the man admitted, lowering his voice. “One of those women is my wife, and the other is my mistress. You’ll have to go.”
The second man raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Alright, I’ll handle it.”
He started toward the women confidently, but halfway there, he too stopped, turned on his heel, and came back with a sheepish grin.
His friend stared at him. “What’s wrong with you?”
The second man chuckled awkwardly. “Small world!”

10/11/2025

An Englishman and an Irishman walk into a bakery, their eyes scanning the shelves laden with freshly baked goods. Spotting a tray of warm buns on the counter, the Englishman hatches a plan. In one swift motion, he snatches three buns, slips them into his pockets, and strolls out, his face beaming with pride.
Outside, he nudges the Irishman and says, “Now that is skill. Did you see how I took those buns without anyone noticing? That’s what I call the art of stealth.”
The Irishman chuckles and shakes his head. “Stealth? That’s just petty theft. Let me show you how to get those buns with style and wit.”
Intrigued, the Englishman follows the Irishman back into the bakery. With confidence, the Irishman approaches the owner and says, “Good day, sir! Would you like to see a magic trick guaranteed to blow your mind?”
The owner, intrigued and curious, nods. “A magic trick? Alright, show me what you’ve got!”
The Irishman flashes a charming smile. “For this trick, I’ll need three of your finest buns.”
The owner hands over a bun, and the Irishman promptly eats it. He then requests a second bun, devours it, and does the same with a third. Standing there, he wipes his mouth and smiles contentedly.
The bakery owner, now thoroughly unimpressed, scowls. “Magic trick? All I see is you eating my buns! Where’s the magic?”
The Irishman grins, points at the Englishman, and says, “Check his pockets.”

10/01/2025

The Funniest Traffic Stop Ever 🚔😂
An elderly couple was road-tripping across the country, soaking in the scenery, arguing about directions, and enjoying their retirement in the most classic way possible.
The wife was driving, gripping the wheel like a seasoned pro—but with a tiny lead foot. The husband? He was in the passenger seat, navigating, napping, and offering completely unnecessary driving advice.
Then—uh-oh—flashing lights filled the rearview mirror. 🚨
She pulled over, rolled down the window, and smiled sweetly as the highway patrol officer strolled up.
Officer: “Ma’am, do you realize you were speeding?”
The woman, bless her heart, was a little hard of hearing. So she turned to her husband and asked, “What did he say?”
The old man leaned over and yelled like he was at a rock concert:
“HE SAYS YOU WERE SPEEDING!”
The officer, remaining professional, nodded. “May I see your driver’s license?”
Again, the wife squinted at her husband. “What did he say?”
By now, the husband was fully committed to his role as The Translator of the Highway.
“HE WANTS TO SEE YOUR LICENSE!”
She dug through her purse, pulled out her license, and handed it over. The officer glanced at it and chuckled. “Oh, Arkansas! I used to spend some time there. Went on a blind date once with the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen.”
The wife, predictably, turned to her husband. “What did he say?”
And without hesitation, the old man smirked and said:
“HE SAID HE THINKS HE KNOWS YOU!” 🤣🤣🤣
The officer had to walk back to his car because he was laughing too hard.
The ticket? Never issued. 🚗💨
Moral of the story: Always take road trips with someone who has a great sense of humor. And maybe drive just a little slower. 😆

10/01/2025

📬 The Mailman’s Last Delivery 😂
After 35 years of trudging through rain, snow, and blazing heat, old Mr. Thompson was finally making his last round as the neighborhood mailman.
At the first house, the family greeted him at the door with hugs and handed him a huge gift certificate.
At the second, he was given a box of fine imported ci**rs.
At the third, a beautiful set of fishing lures.
Every stop along his route was the same—congratulations, farewell cards, and thoughtful gifts. He was touched by the kindness.
But nothing prepared him for the last house.
When the door opened, there stood a gorgeous young blonde in a revealing negligee. Without a word, she took his hand, led him upstairs, and gave him the most passionate “thank you” he’d ever received in his life.
Afterwards, she guided him back down to the dining room, where a feast was waiting: eggs, sausage, ham, potatoes, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. When he couldn’t eat another bite, she set a hot cup of coffee in front of him.
As he lifted the mug, he noticed a single $1 bill tucked underneath.
Confused, he asked, “Ma’am… this has been the most amazing day of my life. But… what’s the dollar for?”
The blonde blushed and explained:
“Last night, I told my husband that today was your last day delivering mail, and we should do something special for you. He said, ‘Screw him—give him a dollar.’”
She winked.
“But the breakfast? That was all my idea.”
😂😂😂

10/01/2025

A Senior Moment to Remember
I patted my pockets. No keys.
Panic set in.
Then it hit me—I must’ve left them in the car!
My heart pounded as I bolted to the parking lot. My husband always scolds me for leaving my keys in the ignition. "One day, someone’s gonna steal that car!" he warns.
Well… guess what? He was right.
The car was gone. Vanished. P**f.
Frantic, I grabbed my phone and called the police. “I left my keys in the car… and now it’s stolen!” I confessed, feeling like the reigning champion of foolishness.
But the hardest call was yet to come.
Deep breath. Dial.
“Honey…” I started cautiously. “I, uh, left my keys in the car and—” Another deep breath. “It’s been stolen.”
Silence.
Long, heavy, doom-filled silence.
Then finally, his voice—slow, deliberate, and absolutely livid:
“Are. You. KIDDING ME? I DROPPED YOU OFF!!”
My heart stopped.
Oh.
OH.
I stood there, frozen, as my brain replayed the morning like a bad soap opera.
He had dropped me off.
Which meant…
“Uh…” I mumbled, “can you come get me?”
His reply? “Yeah. Just as soon as I convince this cop that I didn’t steal your damn car!”
Ah, the Golden Years. A time of wisdom, love… and occasional, catastrophic brain malfunctions.

09/19/2025

She’s Single…
She lives right across the street.

From my window, I can see her coming home every evening after work.
Tonight, though, something unexpected happened.
She crossed the street, walked straight up my path, and knocked on my door. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
I opened the door, and there she was—smiling, gorgeous.
She leaned in and said breathlessly,

“I just got home and I’ve got this crazy urge… I want to dance, drink too much, have a wild night, and make love until morning! Are you doing anything tonight?”
My jaw nearly hit the floor. I stammered, “Nope… I’m completely free!”
Her eyes lit up.

“Perfect! …Could you watch my dog?”

09/19/2025

Deer Camp Snoring Wars
At deer camp, the guys had to bunk two to a room. No problem—except for one thing: Daryl.

Daryl snored like a chainsaw with a jet engine upgrade.
Nobody wanted to room with him, so to keep it “fair,” they voted to take turns.
The first night, Jim drew the short straw. The next morning, he stumbled into breakfast—hair sticking up, eyes bloodshot, looking like he’d wrestled a bear.

“What happened to you?” the guys asked.

“Daryl snored so loud, I didn’t sleep a wink. I just sat up and watched him all night,” Jim groaned.
The second night, it was Tom’s turn. He showed up at breakfast the same way—looking like he hadn’t slept in a week.

“What happened to you?”

“Man, Daryl shakes the whole roof! I just sat up and watched him all night,” Tom moaned.
The third night was Frank’s turn. Frank was a big, burly ex-football player—the toughest guy in camp. Everyone figured he’d be wrecked, too.
But the next morning, Frank strutted in bright-eyed and cheerful.

“Good morning, boys!” he said, grinning ear to ear.
The guys were stunned.

“What happened? How did you sleep?”
Frank shrugged and said, “Well, I tucked Daryl in, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and said good night. Guess what? He stayed up all night watching me.”

09/19/2025

The “Middle Wife”
(As told by a second-grade teacher)
I’ve been teaching for about fifteen years, and while I’ve heard hundreds of stories in my classroom, nothing — and I mean nothing — compares to this one.
Like most kids, my second graders love show-and-tell. Usually, it’s harmless stuff: pet turtles, baseball gloves, seashell collections. I don’t put boundaries on it. If they can carry it in and explain it, it’s fair game.
One morning, a bright, confident little girl named Erica waddled to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater. The kids perked up immediately. Then she held up a photo of a newborn baby and proudly announced:
“This is Luke, my baby brother. I’m going to tell you about his birthday!”
And with that, the performance began.
She explained:
“First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love. Then Dad put a seed in Mom’s tummy, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.”
(At this point, she’s patting the pillow belly and I’m biting my lip, praying for a camcorder.)
She continues:
“Then, a couple Saturdays ago, Mom started going, ‘Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!’”
Erica clutched her back, did a full-on duck walk across the room, and groaned dramatically. The other kids watched, wide-eyed and speechless.
“Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on her car like the Domino’s man. They got Mom to lie down like this—”
She flopped against the wall to demonstrate.
“Then, POP! Mom had this bag of water in there, just in case Luke got thirsty, and it exploded everywhere like pssshhheeeew!”
(She’s now miming water spraying all over the classroom carpet. At this point, I’m trying not to collapse in laughter.)
“Then the middle wife kept saying, ‘Push, push! Breathe, breathe!’ They started counting, but they didn’t even make it to ten. All of a sudden, my brother came out! He was covered in yucky stuff from Mom’s play-center. I think there are lots of toys in there.”
The class gasped. Erica wasn’t done.
“And when he came out, the middle wife spanked him—for crawling up in there in the first place!”
With that, Erica straightened her sweater, gave a deep, theatrical bow, and sat down like a seasoned Broadway actress.
Needless to say, I applauded the loudest.
From that day forward, I made a new rule for myself: on show-and-tell day, I always bring a camcorder—just in case another “Middle Wife” story shows up.

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