Zoki Humor

I was thinking about relationships the other day. Specifically, the whole 'planning a date' thing. It's a minefield, people. A minefield of expectations and... well, sometimes, just plain confusion. My girlfriend, bless her heart, she's a romantic. She'll say things like, 'Oh, honey, let's have a picnic!' And I'm thinking, 'Picnic! Great! Sandwiches, cheese, maybe some of those little mini quiches...' You know, the essentials. The sustenance. The food part of the picnic. So, we go out, find this lovely spot, you know, under a big shady tree. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, very idyllic. And then she turns to me, with this look on her face, and she says, 'A picnic! But we didn't bring any food—what am I going to eat?' And I'm just standing there, looking at her, looking at the empty picnic basket, looking at the trees, and I'm thinking, 'Uh, darling? You are the picnic!' Seriously, though. I'm pretty sur...

 

I was looking at this picture the other day, and it got me thinking about the modern dating scene. It’s a jungle out there, people! And sometimes, you feel like you need a whole scuba suit just to navigate it. You see this woman here in the bikini? She’s clearly having a relaxing bath, right? Bubbles, a little face mask… living her best life. And then BAM! In waltzes… well, I don’t know what that is. Is that a scuba diver? Did they run out of towels and this was the only thing available? Maybe they’re trying a new extreme spa treatment: "Deep Sea Relaxation." I'm picturing them coming out of the bath and saying, "Honey, I feel so refreshed, I could explore the Mariana Trench!" But then you’ve got this other lady, the one with the killer dress and the even killerer stare. She’s like, "Get out! This is my tub!" She’s got that look like she’s about to drop a Yelp review that’s gonna sink this place faster than the Titanic. And the scuba diver… he’s just s...

So, I was walking down the street the other day, minding my own business, you know, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who looked like they might ask me for directions. And I saw this guy. He was out there, in the blazing sun, sweating like he was in a sauna, pushing a lawnmower. You know the type, right? Overalls, a little hat, the whole nine yards. And I thought to myself, "Man, that's dedication. That's the American dream right there – a man, his lawnmower, and a whole lot of grass that refuses to stay down." But then, my eyes drifted upwards. Because, you know, that's what happens when you're a comedian – you're always scanning the room for material, or, in this case, the balcony. And there she was. Lounging, looking like she just stepped out of a swimsuit catalog, with… well, let's just say she had some impressive landscaping of her own going on up there. And I swear, for a split second, I saw the lawnmower guy's eyes widen. His grip on t...

So, I was looking at this cartoon the other day, and it got me thinking about gardening. Now, I'm not exactly a green thumb. My idea of "nurturing" a plant is giving it a stern talking to. My houseplants usually end up looking like they've been through a divorce and a bad haircut. But this cartoon, it’s got a gardener, right? And he’s got these HUGE shears, like he’s about to prune a redwood. He looks intense. You know the type. The kind of guy who color-codes his lawn gnomes. He’s probably got a spreadsheet for his petunias. And then, in the background, you’ve got this… vision. She’s watering some bushes, but let’s be honest, the bushes are not the main attraction here. She’s got… curves. And she’s in a bikini. In a garden. My wife saw it and said, "Is that a gardening bikini?" I said, "Honey, I don't think that's for gardening. I think that's for distracting the gardener." And then there's this little detail in the corner, a hand ...