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Awesome Monkey, 640 Aviation Way, Los Angeles, CA (2025)

01/17/2025

MY BRIDESMAIDS WERE SECRETLY PASSING SOMETHING SMALL TO MY HUSBAND AT OUR WEDDING — BY THE END OF THE NIGHT, HE ENDED OUR MARRIAGE.

I moved across the country six months ago to be with my fiancé, Adam. I didn't know anyone there but I was determined to make it work. Wedding planning was busy, but his sister, Beth, was a huge help with everything from picking the venue to organizing the bridal party. Since I had no close friends in town, she even suggested using her and her friends as my bridesmaids.

The wedding day started perfectly — beautiful venue, weather, and my dream dress. But my bridesmaids started acting strange, whispering, sneaking glances at Adam, and disappearing at times. During the reception, I saw them hand Adam something small. I figured it was part of the "ultimate honeymoon gift" Beth had been hyping all week.

As the night went on, Adam grew distant and barely danced with me. My gut told me something was wrong. Just before the cake cutting, Adam pulled me aside, pale and shaking.

"We need to talk. I can't do this," he said.

"What do you mean?" I whispered, panicking.

"This marriage," he replied. "I know what you've been hiding." ⬇️

01/17/2025

WE SENT MONEY TO OUR SON FOR HIS COLLEGE TUITION — ONE DAY, WE DISCOVERED HE WASN'T EVEN ENROLLED AND LIVED IN AN OLD TRAILER

Our son was the pride of our neighborhood, excelling in school, sports, and just being an all-around great kid. With our solid income, we supported all his endeavors, including tuition for a prestigious out-of-state college where he claimed to study management.

While on a business trip near his college, I decided to surprise him. Imagine my shock when I discovered he had NEVER been enrolled. He had been lying for two years.

I called him to meet at a café. He confidently assured me everything in school was fine, lying right to my face. As he left, I slipped my fitness tracker into his jacket and later used the GPS to follow him to a run-down trailer in the woods.

My heart sank as I watched him enter, but the real blow came when I saw he wasn't alone — he was with my brother. I got out of my car and marched straight toward the trailer ⬇️

01/17/2025

MY HUSBAND LEFT ME A KINDER SURPRISE WITH THIS NOTE AFTER I TOLD HIM I PREGNANT

I'M FINALLY PREGNANT! My husband and I had been trying for years with no luck. I'd given up hope, but at 40, God finally heard my prayers! I was so excited I texted Clay ASAP to share the news. But an hour passed, then two, then five — no reply.
I was so anxious I didn't even realize when I fell asleep. The next morning, I opened the door and found a Kinder Surprise sitting on the doorstep. It had to be from Clay! I was sure he was apologizing for not responding. But when I unwrapped it, my happiness turned to pure shock — inside was a note that said, "I'm divorcing you." I just stood there, and finally burst into tears. Like, what the hell?! My MIL ran in, hearing me crying. Instead of offering support, she started laughing — like, full-on evil laugh. Then she glared at me and shouted, "SERVES YOU RIGHT! GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, YOU LIAR!"

01/17/2025

When Mr. Hutchins turned 90, a peculiar thought struck him: he had no heir... Determined to find someone deserving, he came up with an unconventional plan. Disguised as a homeless man, he shuffled into a his grocery store, hoping to see who would treat him with kindness.

"Get out of here, old man!" barked the cashier, Lincy, with a glare. "We don't serve people like you!"

"Please, ma'am," Mr. Hutchins pleaded softly. "I just need a little food... I haven't eaten in days."

"Then you're in the wrong place!" she snapped.

Customers in line started chiming in with cruel remarks...

"Ugh, who let him in here?" one woman sneered, wrinkling her nose. "Stay back! You smell like a dumpster."

"But ma'am..." Mr. Hutchins began, only to be cut off mid-sentence.

Before he could explain further, a saleswoman marched over with an icy tone. "You need to leave. Now. Our customers are complaining, and we won't tolerate it."

As he turned to leave, his heart heavy, he couldn't help but think, "What a store full of cold-hearted people." But just as he reached the door, a voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

"EVERYONE, step away from the old man!"

The room froze. Mr. Hutchins turned, and what he saw made his heart race. This was the moment he had been waiting for.👇

01/17/2025

I YELLED "I DON'T!" AT MY OWN WEDDING AFTER CONVERSATION WITH GROOM'S MOTHER WHOSE PLAN ALMOST WORKED OUT

I was going to marry the love of my life, but I yelled, "I DON'T!" at my own wedding. Everyone at the church was stunned. My groom was shocked. In disbelief, he asked me to repeat what I had just said, so I did... BUT I TOOK IT UP A NOTCH. I pointed to his mom and said, "Mrs. Cole, how about you tell everyone what you told me earlier?"

His mom visibly turned pale and tried not to look into her son's eyes. So, I walked up to her in my snow-white dress and asked her to open her purse. Guests gasped as she reluctantly did it.⬇️

01/17/2025

I FOUND A DOCUMENT IN THE TRASH—MY HUSBAND AND MIL HAD A MAJOR DEAL BEHIND MY BACK, WHILE I FOUGHT A LIFE-THREATENING DISEASE

"Maria mustn't suspect anything! Be careful, my darling," my mother-in-law whispered to my husband, her tone conspiratorial.

They thought I was at a doctor's appointment, but I had come home earlier than expected, slipping in through the back door.

"What are they hiding from me?" I wondered, resentment bubbling up inside me.

I'd been undergoing chemotherapy for six months now, and the thought crossed my mind that maybe my MIL and husband were preparing for the worst—MY POSSIBLE DEATH. I pretended I hadn't heard anything, greeted them as usual, and went about my day.

But later, as I emptied the trash, something odd caught my attention—a torn piece of paper, ripped in half.

The letterhead read "REAL ESTATE PURCHASE AGREEMENT" and listed an address. The transaction was dated for tomorrow.

Curious and uneasy, I asked my husband about it.

"Why are you digging through the trash?! You've become too suspicious lately! It's nothing," he snapped.

Despite not feeling well, I couldn't let it go. Grabbing my keys, I got into the car and drove to the address listed on the document.

As I drove, my mind raced. WHAT WERE THEY PLANNING TO BUY TOMORROW?

There was a school near the address. Could my husband be planning to move to a new apartment with our kids if I die? But why the secrecy?

Then, a darker thought crept in. What if he's already found someone else? Could this be a secret love nest for their affair, with my MIL helping to cover it up?

But when I finally arrived, I imagined anything but THIS.
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01/17/2025

MY STEPMOM SOLD ME HER MOTHER'S HOUSE — YEARS LATER, SHE DEMANDED IT BACK WITH EVERYTHING INSIDE.

In 2021, I (26F) bought a hoarder house from my stepmom. It had belonged to her late mother, she and her siblings didn't want to deal with the overwhelming mess. The contract clearly stated I owned the house and everything in it.

It took me four years and thousands of dollars to clean, repair, and restore the disaster of a home. Along the way, I uncovered treasures worth over $20k, including antique jewelry, furniture, and a 1940s wedding dress that I restored. I decided I'd wear it if I ever got married.

I returned sentimental items like photos to the family, and they seemed relieved to be rid of the house. But recently, I posted a picture wearing the dress and jewelry, and drama erupted. A relative messaged me, demanding the dress and heirlooms back, calling them "family property."

Soon after, my stepmom showed up, "Like..what the...HOW DID YOU DO IT?! I want my house BACK. It's all mine. I can repay what you originally paid for it."

I was fuming inside from her audacity, but still calmly replied, "I'll give it to you, but on one condition." ⬇️

01/17/2025

JOKE OF THE DAY: A young couple decided to wed. As the big day approached, they grew apprehensive. Each had a problem they had never before shared with anyone, not even each other.
The groom-to-be, hoping to overcome his fear, decided to ask his father for advice. "Dad, I'm deeply concerned about the success of my marriage."

His father replied, "Do you love this girl?"

"Oh yes, very much," he said. "But you see, I have very smelly feet, and I'm afraid that my fiancée will be put off by them."

"No problem," said his father. "All you have to do is wash your feet as often as possible, and always wear socks, even to bed." Well, to him this seemed a workable solution.

The bride-to-be, overcoming her fear, decided to discuss her problem with her mom. "Mom," she said. "When I wake up in the morning, my breath is truly awful."

"Honey," her mother consoled, "everyone has bad breath in the morning."

"No, you don't understand. My morning breath is so bad, I'm afraid that my fiancé will not want to sleep in the same room with me."

Her mother advised, "In the morning, get straight out of bed, and head for the kitchen and make breakfast. While the family is busy eating, go to the bathroom and brush your teeth. The key is not to say a word until you've brushed your teeth."

"I shouldn't say good morning or anything?" the daughter asked.

"Not a word," her mother affirmed.

"Well, it's certainly worth a try," she thought.

The loving couple were finally married. Not forgetting the advice each had received, he with his perpetual socks and she with her morning silence, they managed quite well. That is, until about six months later. Shortly before dawn one morning, the husband wakes with a start to find that one of his socks had come off. Fearful of the consequences, he frantically searches the bed. This, of course, wakes his bride, and without thinking, she asks, "What on earth are you doing?" ⬇️

01/17/2025

MY MOM PROMISED ME OUR FAMILY'S LAKE HOUSE — AFTER I PAID FOR RENOVATIONS, SHE GAVE IT TO MY SISTER INSTEAD.

I never thought my mom would betray me like this. But there I was, standing in the kitchen of the lake house, staring at the freshly painted walls, my hands still rough from months of DIY renovations, when she dropped the bombshell.

"Katie," she said, avoiding eye contact, "you need to move out. Sarah needs the lake house more than you do."

"Move out?" I was completely stunned. "Mom, I've put everything into this place. You promised it was mine."

"I know, but Sarah has the kids, and you don't… You're not in the same situation."

Her words hit like a punch to the gut. I don't have kids — not because I don't want them, but because I can't. My ex-husband left me over it, blaming me for something I couldn't control. And now, the one place I thought I could rebuild my life was being ripped away and handed to Sarah — my older sister, the golden child. She hadn't lifted a finger for this house, let alone spent her savings and taken out a huge loan to fix it up like I did.

So, I packed my bags. The weight of broken promises and years of favoritism felt unbearable. But as I was loading up my car, Nancy, my neighbor, came running over, looking nervous.

"Katie, wait," she said, glancing nervously at the house. "I need to tell you the truth. I overheard your mom and Sarah talking last week." ⬇️

01/17/2025

Every Month for 5 Years, My Wife Left for a 'Girls-Only Dinner' — Until One Day I Got a Weird Text. Read Full story in the comment

01/17/2025

CELEBS WHO PLEDGED HUGE DONATIONS TO THOSE IN NEED AMID LA FIRE. Their photos and details are in the comments.👇

01/17/2025

JOKE OF THE DAY: A duck walks into a bar and orders a pint of beer and a ham sandwich.

The bartender looks at him and says, "Hang on! You're a duck."

"I see your eyes are working," replies the duck.

"And you can talk!" exclaims the bartender.

"I see your ears are working, too," says the duck. "Now, if you don't mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich, please?"

"Certainly, sorry about that," says the bartender as he pours the duck a pint. "It's just we don't get many ducks in this bar. What are you doing around this way?"

"I'm working on the building site across the road," explains the duck. "I'm a plasterer."

The flabbergasted bartender cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to read it.

So, the duck reads his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day, and leaves.

The same thing happens for two weeks.

Then, one day, the circus comes to town.

The ringmaster comes into the bar for a beer, and the bartender says to him:

"You're with the circus, aren't you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper, and everything!"

"Sounds marvelous," says the ringmaster, handing over his business card. "Get him to give me a call."

So, the next day, when the duck comes into the bar, the bartender says, "Hey, Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money."

"I'm always looking for the next job," says the duck. "Where is it?"

"At the circus," says the bartender.

"The circus?" repeats the duck.

"That's right," replies the bartender.

"The circus?" the duck asks again. "With the big TENT?"

"Yeah!" the bartender replies.

"With all the animals who live in CAGES, and performers who live in CARAVANS?" says the duck.

"Of course," the bartender replies.

"And the tent has CANVAS sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?" persists the duck.

"That's right!" says the bartender. So, the duck replies. ⬇️

01/16/2025

MY HUSBAND TRADED OUR FAMILY OF FOUR FOR HIS MISTRESS — 3 YEARS LATER, I MET THEM AGAIN, AND IT WAS PERFECTLY SATISFYING.

14 years of marriage. Two kids. A shared life I thought was perfect. It's funny how quickly everything can crumble.

That moment came when Stan walked through the door one evening, not alone. He had a woman with him — tall, glamorous, with a smile so sharp it could cut glass. I was in the kitchen, stirring soup, when I heard her heels.

"WELL, DARLING," she said, giving me a once-over. "YOU WEREN'T EXAGGERATING. SHE REALLY LET HERSELF GO. SUCH A SHAME — DECENT BONE STRUCTURE, THOUGH."

I froze. "Excuse me?"

Stan sighed, like I was the inconvenience. "LAUREN, I WANT A DIVORCE."

The room spun. "A divorce? What about our kids? What about our life?"

"You'll manage. I'll send money," he shrugged. "Oh, and you can sleep on the couch or go to your sister's. Miranda's staying over," he added.

That night, I packed, took the kids, and left. Divorce followed. We sold the house, downsized, and tried to rebuild. Stan disappeared — not just from me, but from the kids. At first, he would send money for their food and clothes, but eventually, he stopped. The kids didn't see him for more than two years. He didn't just abandon me; he abandoned them too.

But one day, while walking home with groceries, I suddenly saw them, Stan and Miranda, and my heart froze. As I got closer, I realized that karma TRULY DOES EXIST. I immediately called my mom. "MOM, YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS!" ⬇️

01/16/2025

MY MIL DEMANDED TO BE SEATED BETWEEN ME AND HER SON AT OUR WEDDING — SHE DIDN'T EXPECT ME TO AGREE SO EASILY.

When I got engaged to Ethan, I knew I was also marrying into his relationship with his mom, Patricia. She tried to control everything about our wedding — my dress, the flowers, even the food. But nothing prepared me for what she pulled on the big day.

As Ethan and I sat at the head table, Patricia, wearing a white bridal gown (of course), dragged a chair over and wedged it BETWEEN us.

"There!" she said, plopping down with a satisfied grin. "Now I can sit next to my son. I wouldn't want to miss a moment with him on such a special day."

I blinked, stunned. "Patricia, this is the bride and groom's table. We're supposed to sit together." She rolled her eyes and said, "I'll always be the most important woman in his life. You should respect that."

I looked at Ethan, hoping he'd step in. He just shrugged. "It's fine, babe. It's just a chair."

Just. A. Chair.

I was furious, but then I paused. My anger melted into something far more useful: determination. "You know what, Patricia?" I said, forcing a sweet tone. "You're absolutely right. Let's do it your way."

And then, I stepped aside and made a quiet call. I had a brilliant idea, and I couldn't wait to see it in action. ⬇️

01/16/2025

I RAN AWAY FROM MY WEDDING AFTER HEARING MY FIANCÉ'S LIE, BUT A GUEST PICKED ME UP — IF ONLY I KNEW WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO.

It was the worst day of my life — the day I ran away from my own wedding. I had to abandon my dream of building a family with the man I had loved since high school. Grant was always so kind and supportive, and I could never have imagined he would do something like THIS to me.

I felt sick to my stomach. Dressed in my wedding gown, I fled. Tears streamed down my face as I walked along the road. Cars sped by, some honking, until a pickup truck pulled over beside me.

Through my tears, I realized it was Grant's older brother, Ethan. I'd never met him in person before — only seen him in photos. It seemed he was late for the wedding.
He leaned out the window, his face filled with concern. "Sadie?! Is that you? What happened? Please, get in!"

I hesitated but replied, "Only if you promise to take me away from here."

Once in the truck, I poured my heart out, telling him everything. Ethan listened intently, his expression serious. When I finished, to my shock, he slammed on the brakes.

"What are you doing, Ethan?!" I shouted, panic rising in my chest.

He looked at me apologetically and said, "SADIE, I'M SORRY. I HAVE TO."

And then, to my utter surprise, he turned the car around and drove us back to the wedding.⬇️

01/16/2025

One year after his wife Stephanie's passing, Samuel sat alone, staring at their photo. The memories of their unfulfilled dreams weighed heavily on him. The house felt empty without her, and every quiet moment was a reminder of her absence.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He opened it to find a delivery man holding a small, plain package. "For you, from an anonymous sender," the man said before leaving without another word.

Samuel stared at the package, his mind racing. It wasn't a day for presents. But who would send him something?

Confused, Samuel set the package down and began to unwrap it. His heart raced as he peeled away the paper, unsure what to expect. ⬇️

01/16/2025

I WAS ADOPTED 25 YEARS AGO – LAST MONTH, MY BIO FATHER KNOCKED ON MY DOOR DEMANDING 50% OF EVERYTHING I OWN

I had just put my four-year-old down for a nap when the doorbell rang—loud and insistent. Annoyed, I opened the door.

A man I didn't recognize stood there—mid-50s, stooped, with hard-worn features. His eyes scanned the marble floors and chandelier behind me before landing back on my face.

"Emily," he said, his voice rough. "It's me. Your father."

I froze. This man—this ghost from my past—was the one who abandoned me at an orphanage after my mom died. I was three. Two brutal years passed before I was adopted at five. I'd worked so hard to move on.

I swallowed. "Why are you here?"

His smirk grew. "I heard you're doing well. Nice house, car, family. Thought it's time you shared the wealth—with the man who made it possible."

"What?" I stammered.

"Without me, you wouldn't have been adopted by that rich family. I gave you that chance. Now, I want 50% of everything you own. Nice mansion, by the way."

My stomach twisted. Memories of the orphanage—cold beds, stale food, and loneliness—rushed back.

Before I could speak, his expression shifted. His smugness wavered, eyes darted past me, fixing on something behind my shoulder.

I turned to see what had caught his attention. ⬇️

01/16/2025

MY HUSBAND KEPT TAKING OUR KIDS TO "VISIT GRANDMA" — UNTIL ONE DAY, WHEN MY DAUGHTER REVEALED THAT WASN'T THE TRUTH.

For months, every Saturday, my husband Mike would take our kids, Ava (7) and Ben (5), to visit his mom. He'd grown closer to her since his dad passed, so I didn't question it.

But he never invited me. "It's bonding time," he'd say. "You need a break."

One Saturday, Ava ran back in to grab her jacket. I teased, "Be good at Grandma's!" She paused, giving me a strange look.

"Mommy," she whispered, "Grandma is just a SECRET CODE."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my heart pounding.

Her eyes widened. "I'm not supposed to tell," she mumbled and darted off.

My stomach sank. What was Mike hiding? Was "Grandma" code for something — or someone — else?

Canceling my plans, I grabbed my keys and secretly followed them. ⬇️

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