What’s the deal with unfunny vocaroos?
You click the link, you brace yourself
“Here it comes, comedy gold!”
And what do you get?
Some guy mumbling into a laptop mic that sounds like it was recorded in a wind tunnel.
They always think it’s hilarious, too.
“Bro, listen to this it’s so funny.”
Funny?? I can’t even understand it!
It’s just static, breathing, and maybe the faint sound of someone opening a bag of chips.
And half the time, it’s just them repeating a meme out loud.
You know what that is? That’s not comedy…
That’s voicemail!

What’s the deal with shitposting?
It’s not funny, it’s not clever
it’s just… there.
A blurry jpeg, a half-thought, maybe a frog… and suddenly it’s “comedy.”
People say, “Oh, it’s supposed to be bad.”
Supposed to be bad??
That’s not a joke, that’s an excuse!
Imagine telling a bad joke at a party and going,
“No, no, you don’t get it it’s ironically unfunny!”
And the comments oh, they’re in on it.
“Peak humor,” they say.
Peak humor??
It’s something like a picture of Shrek with the caption “beans.”
That’s not peak that’s the bottom of the mountain!

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What's the deal with sacrificing red heifers?

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What’s the deal with Rick Beato?
The guy’s everywhere! You watch one video, suddenly you’re learning music theory, ear training, and the history of every chord known to mankind.
I just wanted to know how to play a G chord now I’m three videos deep and questioning my entire existence.
And he’s always so calm, so collected…
Meanwhile, I’m over here, my guitar’s out of tune, my cat’s on the amp,
and I still don’t know why the minor seven flat five exists!
And have you seen his “What Makes This Song Great” series?
You start with “Stairway to Heaven” and next thing you know, you’re analyzing jazz voicings in a death metal track!
It’s like he’s trying to break your brain… politely.

What’s the deal with volume knobs?
It’s never just up or down
it’s a full-time job trying to find the perfect click.
You turn it a little, it’s whisper quiet.
You nudge it again...BOOM! Now you're front row at a Metallica concert!
And what's with the numbers? Zero to ten?
No one knows what they mean.
“Put it at 3.” Okay… but what kind of 3 are we talkin’?
TV 3? Guitar amp 3?
3 can be bedtime quiet or "call the neighbors" loud!

What's the deal with Popeyes Chicken?
You don't eat it, you survive it.
You walk out with greasy hands, a full stomach, and mild PTSD.
And the biscuit? That thing’s so dry, you need a drink before you bite it.
It's the only food where the combo meal comes with a side of regret.

What’s the deal with musical modes?
I mean, there’s Ionian, Dorian, Phrygian it sounds like a law firm that only defends jazz musicians.
"Have you been wrongfully accused of playing out of key? Call Dorian, Lydian & Mixolydian we'll bend the rules of harmony for you!"