Tibber Tales

  The following is an excerpt from the volume: Human Naturalism: A Guide to the Strange World of Humanity.   THE HIPSTER: A BRIEF OVERVIEW   Hipster as Viewed in Natural Habitat   The Hipster is a strange creature posing many conundrums for the modern naturalist. One can find a Hipster in its natural habitats (coffee shops, internet cafes, etc.) and have a high chance of spotting one of these in the wild. A Hipster is distinguished from homeless vagrants by its use of outrageously priced electronic devices, and the high caffeine contents in its internal fluids. Many will often wear a plaid outer-garment; a simple short-sleeved shirt, sporting an ironic phrase, or a reference to a group of individuals, who had no musical talent and are now dead; denim trousers; and a wool-knit beanie. It is well-known that many creatures of the human race will fantastic growths of hair on top of their heads. Humans are known for having much dedication to the cultivation ...

To whom this may concern,   I, Tibber the Fibber, have come to comprehend a problem facing this society. I was made aware of this issue when I happened to view a concept art for a particular character, that was being portrayed on an art channel. This character was a demon. The story of this demon was one of being cast out of Hell for causing to much destruction and a story unfolded of a demon surviving in a modern world.    I ignored the theological fallacies present in the storyline, but I could not ignore a text bubble next one of the poses for demonic character's concept art design. The character was in a crouched position wearing a surgical face mask. The text bubble stated something to the effect of, "Hey, I may be a demon, but wear a mask you jerk!" [1] Needless to say, I was disturbed.   So, I have composed this letter to plea that some might recognize the horror of this situation. How long can we live in a world where demons care for our medical n...

       As I was walking down a lane, I visited a popular restaurant and rang the bell.    "Excuse me, good sir," I said to the man. "I would like a french fry."    The man stared at me for a moment, a dull and vacant look in his eyes, then stumbled away. A few moments later he returned with the newspaper carrying my order. I received the paper, but, to my horror, there was nothing but a single pallid strip of potato.    "What is this?" I inquired, quite perplexed.    The man stared at the single french fry and mumbled. "You asked for a fry."    I rolled my eyes and swallowed the potato. "I meant a conglomeration of french fries. A group contained in a single cup."    The man slowly nodded and turned to leave.    "While your back there," I called. "Bring me a soda. With cherry!" I added, at the last second.    A few moments later, the man returned with my container of fried potatoes and my...