J.J. Abrams Won’t Stop Telling Sandwich Guy at Bodega to ‘Surprise Him’

BROOKLYN, N.Y. — Staff at a local bodega have become increasingly frustrated with Star Wars director J.J. Abrams, who won’t stop placing lunch orders by telling the establishment’s sandwich maker to “surprise” him, frustrated sources waiting on line behind Abrams confirmed.

“When I get a sandwich, I don’t want the same old thing every time,” Abrams explained. “I’ll take a random combination of meats and vegetables over a predictable roast beef sandwich any day. I see lunch as a sort of mystery box.”

The situation became worse as Abrams began micromanaging the deli workers by asking them to invent some backstory to explain new ingredient choices. When a sandwich maker decided to start including pastrami one day, Abrams demanded that he act out the decision in a flashback sequence.

On several occasions, Abrams was seen taking finished sandwiches back to the counter and asking workers if they could “retcon some onions into them.”

“This isn’t how you make a sandwich,” vented angry bodega worker Sal Marinello, who was angrily working on a third round of drafts on Abrams’s sandwich following a series of notes from the director. “A sandwich is a carefully crafted production. You don’t just toss a bunch of random ingredients together and expect it to taste good just because it’s surprising. Has this guy ever even eaten a sandwich before?”

According to reports, several Bushwick natives have spotted Abrams exiting the bodega every day, throwing the sandwich in the trash and ordering a pizza next door. Abrams is often overheard telling crew members back on set that pizza was his plan all along, actually.

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Study: 85% of Christians Still Do Not Believe Humans Evolved From Donkey Kong

WASHINGTON — According to a nationwide survey conducted by the Pew Research Center, an overwhelming 85% of Christians do not accept the scientific truth that human beings evolved from the classic Nintendo character Donkey Kong.

“Our analysis shows almost all Protestants and Catholics alike are generally unwilling to believe a barrel-throwing, tie-wearing gorilla, or any member of the DK Crew, is the common ancestor of all mankind,” said senior researcher Carson Hoffman. “In fact, many still believe that God created Adam, Eve, and Donkey Kong separately in the Garden of Eden six thousand years ago.”

In stark contrast to the creation myth in the book of Genesis, modern anthropologists have conclusively traced modern humans back to the original 1981 arcade game Donkey Kong, where they were originally referred to as jumpmans. For many devout churchgoers, such a notion is blasphemy.

“To say humanity descended from a bongo-playing ape from the Banana Kingdom is the greatest insult to God’s children ever devised,” commented Evangelical preacher Thorn Goode. “I’ve never seen Donkey Kong turn into a man, and I don’t think that sort of thing should be taught in our schools.”

Though the more fundamentalist sects reject the science, there are those enlightened few in the minority 15% who say Darwin’s theory of Donkey Kong evolution does not have to contradict faith.

“God works in mysterious ways,” said Unitarian priest Armando Feliz. “It may have been God’s plan all along to subtly guide natural selection, from Donkey Kong, to Donkey Kong Jr., to Australopithecus, and so on, all so that we could exist today as Homo sapiens.”

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Grateful Dead Fan Thoroughly Confused That Other Bands Exist

CINCINNATI — Devoted “Deadhead” Mason Print simply does not understand that other bands besides The Grateful Dead exist, despite numerous efforts to introduce him to any other form of music, sources close to the Volkswagen van owner report.

“What do you mean by ‘other bands?’ If you’re referring to Dead and Company, I’ve got year-round tickets to them,” said Print, his brow thoroughly furrowed. “I don’t know who that fella they got to replace Jerry is, but once the acid kicks in, it’s pretty much 1972 again for me.”

Print was visibly confused, even as his children attempted to explain that other groups of people can create music, ranging across a whole subset of genres.

“Nothing seems to work,” said Mason’s son Casey Print, who grew up surrounded by tie-dyed shirts and rugs featuring the famous dancing bear mascots. “I put on a song by the freaking Village People, and all he could say was, ‘Well, this certainly is a new direction for The Dead.’”

“We then tried asking him to imagine Uncle John’s Band as a real thing, and not just as a Grateful Dead song,” agreed daughter Janis Print. “But this made things worse — he concluded that a band could only exist if it came from the mind of Jerry Garcia.”

This condition is very common in Deadheads, according to acid rock experts.

“While exposure to The Grateful Dead is not believed to necessarily be harmful, it does conclusively lead to overuse of terrible music, as well as sincere use of the phrase, ‘Just keep on truckin’,’” said Dr. Cara Ruppenthal, whose clinic specializes in introducing burned-out hippies to new music and ideas. “Some researchers reported trials in which Deadheads were receptive to new music after an introduction of Phish, but these results were not typical.”

Regardless, Dr. Ruppenthal claimed that, all things considered, Mason’s condition could be much more dire. “God knows how many 40-year-old men I’ve had tell me they’ve only heard of Radiohead,” Ruppenthal said, “and then explained to me the importance of the band for hours on end.”

My Brain Says Warren, My Heart Says Sanders, and My Dick Won’t Stop Screaming Jeb Bush

As a voter and a sexual being, I’ve never felt more conflicted. I don’t know who I want to represent me in the upcoming election. On one hand, there’s Bernie Sanders, whose idealism and faith in the power of the people continues to inspire me. On the other is Warren; a strong and dedicated leader who could certainly do a lot of good while in office. I just can’t decide who I want to stand behind. The one thing I do know is that my dick stands firm behind Jeb Bush.

That’s right. Jeb Bush; a candidate so fucking sexy that I would throw my firstborn child into a volcano just to lick the moisture off of his glasses.

Woah, did it just get hot in here? It seems like I’ve got a fever. Election fever. And it’s got me caught between Sanders and Warren. I just can’t decide. I also have erection fever but that choice is as crystal clear as the pale, clammy fingers of one John Ellis Bush. Like a full moon turns a man into a werewolf, the mere mention of that 24-karat golden sexy boy is enough to turn this mild mannered voter into a hysterically horny hobgoblin.

Seriously, Jebby doesn’t even need to tell me to please clap. But I do like that he says please…

Now I know Jeb Beefcake has no intention to run during this election but you can’t deny that the world would be a better place if he did. The only reason that he didn’t win last time was because he didn’t show enough skin. I’m convinced that if the American public got even a tiny glimpse of the full power of his freckled, pasty torso, they would buy a one way ticket to Bushtown without hesitation.

America has never had a sexy president. We got close with Rutherford B. Hayes but he doesn’t come within a kidney stone’s throw of the raw, erotic power of Jeb Bush. Imagine the good a president that hot and sexy could do. Every race, religion, and country would throw away their petty squabbles and unite under his golden, sexy man bosoms.

Even if he doesn’t run, Jeb still owes it to the American people to feed me chocolate chip pancakes with his feet while wearing a french maid’s outfit. And as a single-issue voter I need to know where Sanders and Warren stand on this issue before I make my choice at the polls.

America Successfully Interferes with Own Election

WASHINGTON — General chaos and disorder continues to plague every level of the political process during the 2020 election cycle, confirms an independent investigation that determined American intelligence forces are actively engaging in election fraud.

“After reviewing these results, I can say with full confidence America is successfully meddling with its own election,” said computer security expert Bradley Finnerty. “However, it’s not like you need a career in computer security to know something is wrong with these results here — not since the ‘hanging chads’ incident in Florida have we seen such flagrant attempt at subverting democracy.”

The interference, which first came to light with the disastrous Iowa caucuses, has its share of defenders — including Lola Huddle, a caucus employee and retired English teacher who stands by the process and the recorded results of her district.

“The math here is sound: all of the employees multiply votes for certain candidates by two, and then recycle any suspicious votes from counties that have majority black and brown voters,” said Huddle, wearing Pete Buttigieg “Win the Era” swag. “It’s about time our government stepped forward to protect our democracy from people voting.”

America has previously stood accused of interfering with the political processes of countries like Venezuela, Libya, Iraq, Yemen, Chile, Korea, Palestine, Bolivia, the Philippines, Vietnam, Syria, Colombia, and Afghanistan, among others. This, however, marks the first time in recent memory that the U.S. stands accused of directly manipulating its own elections.

“For a majority of the existence of America, this nation has meddled within the affairs of other countries. And that meddling is not simply limited to elections, coups, withholding of financial aid, or arming questionable groups who may have some lofty goals aligned with America’s more imperialistic desires,” said historian Danielle Brandt. “ Frankly, it should not come as a surprise to anybody that it’s now happening so brazenly here.”

During a press conference on American manufacturing and labor, Democratic candidate Pete Buttigieg addressed the suspected interference.

“We will continue to ensure that every election from here on out will be free from Russian interference,” Buttigieg proclaimed. “And if I am the Democractic nominee, I will ensure all interference in our elections is American home-grown and manufactured.”

BREAKING: Harvey Weinstein, 67, Dead to World

NEW YORK — Infamous film producer and convicted sex offender Harvey Weinstein, 67, was declared dead to the world and society at large early this morning, sources confirm.

Born in Flushing, New York, to diamond cutter Max Weinstein and his wife Miriam, Harvey Weinstein would eventually become one of the most influential and terrible men in Hollywood before his sudden death in the public consciousness around the globe. He began his career partnering with his brother Bob to promote concerts in the New York City area, gaining hands-on experience about the entertainment industry and establishing the reprehensible private behaviors that would eventually lead to his downfall. Using the profits from that promotion business alongside his brother, Harvey co-founded Miramax, the film distribution company responsible for countless critically acclaimed films whose reputations are now all sullied for having been associated with him.

After years of success in the film industry, the health of Weinstein public image began to decline in 2017 when it was revealed against his wishes that he had secretly been living with a diagnosis of being a manipulative, degenerate sex offender for many years. After Weinstein’s terminal diagnosis of being an unforgivable sex criminal was corroborated by over 80 experts in the matter, millions of people online began to express an outpouring of support for anyone who ever had the misfortune of coming into contact with him. Weinstein largely stayed out of the public eye following the news, but had recently been seen outside of his highly publicized trial using a walker, eliciting the opposite of sympathy from people around the world.

When hearing the news, the response from members of the public was consistent.

“It all happened so fast…I guess I just wish it had happened even faster,” said one woman who was participating in a large candlelight vigil against Weinstein. “Sometimes the universe gives a cruel fate to people who don’t deserve it. This is clearly not one of those times.”

Memories of Weinstein will be buried in an undisclosed location. He is survived by his brother, Bob, who has denounced him, his ex-wife, Georgina Chapman, who quickly divorced him, his two children who should probably change their last names, and the numerous franchises and films forever tainted by his involvement. 

Harvey Weinstein himself, unfortunately, is very much alive.

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Rick Moranis Is Back and He’s Here to Fuck

After more than two decades out of the spotlight, ‘80s movie heartthrob Rick Moranis is coming out of retirement and good news, Hollywood: he’s here to fuck.

The Tinsel Town Playboy has signed up for a Disney Plus reboot of his classic “Honey, I Shrunk The Kids,” and the mere mention of the Canadian cocksman’s triumphant return from self-imposed exile has panties across showbiz moistening in anticipation.

“Rick is back? Are you fucking with me?” asked Sigourney Weaver, who co-starred with Moranis in two “Ghostbusters” films.

Weaver then stared into the middle distance and uttered, “Keymaster, the gate is open, mmm,” half under her breath. “Feed me, Seymour!” Weaver loudly yelled, licking her lips and tugging at the front of her blouse before violently shuddering and shooing us out of the room.

Since Moranis’ last on-camera role in 1997, a whole new generation of Hollywood starlets has come of age without experiencing life-affirming carnal knowledge with the bespectacled “Spaceballs” star, something many of them appear eager to quickly remedy.

Oscar-winning actress Jennifer Lawerence visibly flushed when we brought up Moranis’ name on a red carpet premiere for her new makeup line. “God damn it, I need fucking Barney Rubble to make my bed rock! I’ve been waiting 20 years for this!” Lawrence said through gritted teeth, referencing Moranis’ role as the leather-clad lothario from “The Flintstones” movie.

It’s not just the lovely ladies of La La Land looking forward to the veiny, throbbing broadsword of the “My Blue Heaven” star returning to please every eager orifice–the thirst for Moranis doesn’t abide by outdated norms of sexuality. Josh Gad, who pitched the “Honey” reboot to Disney, confessed to us the prospect of being taken by Moranis was the impetus behind the idea.

“I mean, what guy my age didn’t wake up with his shorts spot-welded to his leg after watching ‘SCTV’ reruns as a kid?” Gad told us, obviously trying to suppress an erection.

When reached for comment, Moranis said nothing, just pointed a finger gun at us, winked and clicked his tongue.

Vinyl Record Without Download Code Kinda Asking A Lot

POMONA, Calif. — Indie punk band The Immoralities’ latest vinyl album allegedly contains no download code, forcing fans to perform the arduous task of actually playing the album on a record player to listen to it, annoyed fans reported.

“I work three jobs and drive Lyft — I don’t have time to dick around with a needle and audio adapters,” explained Immoralities superfan Georgia Scott minutes after learning that the album doesn’t come with a free digital copy. “Seriously, what’s the point of even pressing an album if you’re not going to include a download code? Maybe The Immoralities are embarrassed by the songs and don’t want anyone to hear them.”

“I don’t even know if my record player works… I’ve never turned it on,” continued Scott. “It sits on top of my Ikea KALLAX shelves so I don’t look like a poser, but I just play music from my computer. You can’t make a playlist out of vinyl.”

However, a representative of Discogs.com took particular offense to the general populace’s lackadaisical attitude about vinyl records.

“People don’t deserve the warmth of the vinyl records they own if they’re only buying them for download codes or to hang in some Hobby Lobby frame in their shitty apartments,” protested Discogs.com blog writer Eve Jiménez. “A record is a living, breathing creature deserving of love, care, and attention. If you aren’t ready to devote the time to your collection, please consider putting it up for adoption. I mean, sale — sale — on Discogs.com, where it can be matched with someone ready to play it.”

When questioned, Scott’s copy of The Immoralities’ album, titled “Eye for an Eye, Truth for a Truth,” clearly expected a more loving relationship with its owner.

“I yearn for the gentle caress of a human hand,” admitted the white-and-pink splatter record. “I’m so lonely. Am I not pretty enough? Do I not contain multitudes? The darkness on this shelf envelops my days, and the cold is unrelenting. I dream of a time when I feel no more pain.”

After a recent earthquake struck near Pomona, the album was spotted precariously close to the edge of its shelf, prompting outrage from various vinyl rights groups.

Host Offers Choice Between This Really Dope Board Game That Sounds Awesome and Two Others

SACRAMENTO, Calif. — Local game night host Paul Cumiskey has been subjected to heavy criticism following guests’ accusations of bias in his presentation of potential board games for the group to play, two of which he ostensibly ignored while singing the praises of the third.

“He kind of just glossed over Secret Hitler and Cranium,” said Gordon Wynant, one of Cumiskey’s houseguests. “Which sucks because everyone else seemed really excited about them. He talked a lot about Lovecraftian Terror, though. It was pretty obvious that was the one he wanted us all to play.”

Upon their arrival, Cumiskey reportedly led guests into the dining room, where Lovecraftian Terror was in the center of the table, while the other games remained on a nearby bookshelf.

“Paul backed it on Kickstarter about a year ago,” said Jessica Macias, another one of Cumiskey’s friends. “And he’s been talking about it for months. I guess it’s based off of an old book, which is fine, I guess? None of us were really interested, so we voted to play Cranium instead. Then we went to play it, but Paul said we couldn’t because half of the game pieces were missing from the box.”

Macias explained that the same things happened with Secret Hitler, which was missing not only its president and chancellor placards, but the game board itself.

“He took them, okay?” said Dustin Brown, Cumiskey’s fiance. “He stole game pieces from every other game in our home to corner our friends into playing the one he wanted. I saw him carrying armfuls of game pieces into the bathroom and heard repeated flushing before he came out empty-handed. Normally I support him wholeheartedly, but I can’t get behind him on this. Lovecraftian Terror’s rulebook is 31 pages. What the fuck is that? I love Paul but I’m not going to subject our friends to that bullshit game.”

At press time, the group had finally given up on trying to agree on a board game and resigned themselves to playing hit Jackbox Party Pack game Just Draw a Penis for the 8th consecutive game night in a row.

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Hilarious Drummer Cracks Band Up by Asking for Songwriting Credit

LAWRENCE, Kan. — Comedy maven and respectable drummer Darrel Reynolds sent his bandmates into laughing fits yesterday by asking his math rock band Alcoholy Water for a songwriting credit on their latest song “Miller Low Life,” bandmates reported while gasping for air.

“See, this is exactly why we give him a mic at shows!” snorted rhythm guitarist and vocalist Ricky Woodson. “He doesn’t even sing, but Darrel handles all the in-between song banter. One time he asked the audience if they would buy hoodies if we got them printed — someone actually choked from laughing so hard that we had to call an ambulance — but this is next-level shit. Think Chappelle in 2005: Darrel is just firing on all cylinders, comedically.”

“To even suggest that a drummer can comprehend the intricacies of songwriting and music theory,” Woodson added. “It’s like, bro… just sit there and play what we mouth and air drum at you. But you can’t contain genius.”

Reynolds, Alcoholy Water‘s drummer since 2014, is known for committing to his comedic bits with a level of seriousness not seen since Andy Kaufman.

“Why is everyone laughing? I suggested a new chord progression and half-time vibe for the second verse, and even tweaked the lyrics of the chorus so that it rhymes better,” recounted Reynolds, as bandmates spit beer out of their noses in laughter. “None of you motherfuckers would’ve thought to rhyme ‘low life’ with ‘glow light’. Fine, technically it doesn’t rhyme, but Ricky sings like there are marbles in his mouth anyways, so who gives a shit?”

Hearing Reynolds’ act, a representative from Netflix’s stand-up comedy division is now interested in working with him.

“I truly believe Darrel Reynolds could create the genre-defining comedy special of our generation,” said Emilia Gordon, VP of Netflix’s comedy division. “But we’re now in a bidding war with HBO and Hulu to produce it, and it’s getting pricey. It’ll be a hit, even if the general population may not quite be ready for his iconoclastic stylings.”

Reynolds reportedly reduced his bandmates to tears all over again moments ago by asking for help loading in his kit.

Photo by Jack Bravstein.

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