Music Left on Venue PA Better Than Opener’s Set

LINCOLN, Neb. — Bartender Dana Lin accidentally left her music playing last night over the PA at a local punk show during the opener’s set, which sources confirm was universally preferable over the opening band’s actual music.

“The band wasn’t even particularly bad,” said audience member Laura Connor. “I’ve seen them before, and they’re always a hard mediocre… but whatever playlist the bar had going was absolutely crushing. They had like, some deep-cut Motorhead song I haven’t heard in ages, then a Metallica song off that first record, and then like, seven Queen songs in a row. The moments when the band tuned and didn’t say anything were actually the highlights of the entire night.”

Lead singer Eric Morten, of the opening pop-punk trio Sands Of Thyme, reluctantly agreed with the crowd’s assessment of the performance.

“Honestly, halfway through our set, even we wanted to stop and just listen to the music playing,” Morten commented, still reeling from a show people seemed to actually enjoy. “At one point, we were about to start what is probably our best song when that Slipknot song where he hits the keg in the middle started. The three of us looked at each other and just knew to hold off for a few minutes… at least, until that insane, almost-breakdown type thing.”

Lin, initially apologetic for the mistake, “went with it” after realizing her playlist was popular with the audience.

“I always just leave my phone plugged in with some random Spotify thing going,” she revealed. “I forgot to turn it off, but when I heard the band, I decided it wasn’t worth it to walk all the way to the other end of the bar and unplug it. And then everyone got super into it, so… yeah, I figured better to leave it. In hindsight, I probably should’ve made it even louder to drown out the band — and maybe even tuned their mics off.”

Lin later admitted she also should’ve turned up the sound on the TVs at the bar during the rest of the show. “The playlist was great and everything, but TNT was playing a ‘Fast and Furious’ marathon that day,” she said. “Cranking the sound on that would’ve definitely taken the night from good to great.”

Dungeon Master Really Wishes Player Wouldn’t Swish Dice in Their Mouth Before Every Roll

GREENVILLE, S.C. — A local Dungeons and Dragons group is being torn apart by player Martin Bellamy’s insistence on swishing their dice around in their mouth before every roll. 

“I understand people have their good luck rituals like shaking dice excessively or blowing on them, but what this guy Martin does is way too fucking much,” said dungeon master James Roth. “Any time he has to roll, no matter the type of dice, he just tosses them right in his mouth and starts sloshing them around really fast like some human golf ball cleaner.”

“That being said, I can’t deny the results,” Roth continued. “They might be slimy, but dude hits nat 20 after nat 20.”

 Other players in the group have also expressed their discomfort with Bellamy’s practice and its aftereffects. 

“While the dice are in his mouth, they click against his teeth and he’s perpetually sucking up the drool from his lips being partially open and it sounds like clickaclickaclicka shhhlrrrgggggffsss,” complained Lisa Jones, the group’s cleric. “And then, when he’s done, he spits the dice back into his hand and tosses them on the table, gets his spit everywhere, leaves us to clean it up.”

“I swear I go through a whole container of bleach wipes every time I host a session at my place,” Jones added.

Bellamy stands by his good luck ritual, however, insisting he gets his best rolls after caressing the dice lovingly with his tongue and lubricating them with the proper amount of saliva.

“Yew shee shhlrrrrrr dis ish an esshential pahrt of meh technique,” Bellamy said around a mouthful of d4s. “In ahdishion to making da dicesh roll shmoother, it demoralishesh da DM sho he can’t plan ash well shllrrrrrr.” 

At press time, Bellamy had swallowed several dice and was insisting his damage roll would, in fact, be completed within the next 6-8 hours if only his fellow players would have patience and faith in his process. 

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Subject of Breakup Song Didn’t Realize She’d Been in Relationship

LAWRENCE, Mass. — Local woman Sasha Carter discovered yesterday that she was the subject of a breakup song written by a man whom she casually dated months before, friends close to the apparent muse confirmed.

“My friend Chloe said she saw this weird guy, who I hung out with a few times, play a show where he debuted some song about what he called ‘the latest in a series of hopeless heartbreaks,’” said Carter. “The guy always smelled like he’d been boiling potatoes, so I sort of ghosted him. Anyway, apparently he played a song called ‘Sweet Sasha’ and it was pretty obviously about how I broke his heart… which is weird, since I don’t think we hung out long enough for him to learn my last name.”

Carter allegedly met forlorn songwriter Neil Colter at a party several months ago, and after attending a showing of “Toy Story 4” with several mutual friends, the two reportedly spent the night together and went out for several lunches in the subsequent weeks.

“Sasha Carter tore my heart out and ripped it into pieces every time she didn’t return one of my texts,” said Colter, frontman of pop-emo trio Dying Memories. “We had something really special. I fucking told her about how I hate being cheated on or betrayed… and then, she betrayed me. And I heard she cheated on me, too. It never fucking ends. But, whatever — that’s just the fuel I need to keep writing lyrics.”

Colter’s song is merely the latest in a long line of exaggerated breakup songs throughout the history of recorded music.

“You’d be shocked by how many musicians are just weird creeps who blow things out of proportion,” said music historian Samantha Beckett. “In fact, Bob Dylan wrote the ‘Blood on the Tracks’ album about a flight attendant he thought he’d built a rapport with on a flight. And most of the love songs Buddy Holly wrote were about women he saw in Sears catalogs.”

At press time, Colter was working on a new song, trying to remember the name of that place he and Carter went for lunch that one time.

Local Man’s Got Pizza and Beer if Friends Don’t Mind Providing $1500 Worth of Free Labor

STEUBENVILLE, Ohio — Homeowner Mark Hatfield provided most of a large pizza and a case of beer today in exchange for his friends’ help in completing some home improvement work worth $1500 if completed by professionals, according to sources who’ve “had enough of this shit.”

“As much as I’d like to thank Mark for ‘finding’ the rollers, brushes, primer, and quick-setting cement that went missing from my garage during our cookout last month, it’s typically appropriate etiquette to return them — not suggest we use them now to ‘see if everything still works,’” said neighbor and accidental day laborer Dom Saracen. “He could at least pretend to help, instead of referring to himself as the ‘project manager’ and shotgunning half the case he bought us.”

“And did he have to order the pizza from that place with all those health code violations?” he added. “It’s not even that much cheaper.”

Friend and fellow unsuspecting worker Mike Altmeyer noted that the group still had a substantial workload remaining before they could even try to enjoy their meager compensation.

“Yeah, the interior’s done… but we still have to stain the deck, paint the shed, and fix that chip in his driveway,” Altmeyer said, having already painted the bathroom, living room, and kitchen a second time after Hatfield found the first color unappealing. “This might be worse than that weekend at his family’s camp, where we did some ‘light cleanup’ of the septic tank. I really should’ve outright ended the friendship when he asked me to help move his grandpa’s corpse from the couch into my trunk until his buddy got out of jail to take care of the rest.”

In spite of mounting complaints, Hatfield claimed the agreement was plenty favorable for his friends.

“The boys give me a hard time, but they’ve got it good,” he said after yelling from his futon for Altmeyer’s Netflix password. “They’re having fun in the 93-degree sun, while my head’s still pounding from the bar last night. But I’ll tough out a few more beers to help these guys kill this 30-pack.”

At press time, Hatfield had allegedly finished the case of beer, but offered to buy another if somebody “wouldn’t mind” blowing into his car’s breathalyzer for him.

Shit I Gotta Be Honest: I Didn’t Think Anyone Would Take Me up on My “If You’re Struggling, Feel Free to Reach out and Talk” Facebook Post

Ok, I admit it. I never assumed anyone would actually take me up on my Facebook post encouraging friends to message me if they were struggling with anything. Why did I do it, then? To paraphrase one of my favorite lyricists, “I did it all for the likes (come on!). The likes (come on!).”

I mean, I’d help if I could but I have no training or expertise. How much help could I possibly be? And as my favorite lyricist would put it, “So you can take your mental health concerns and stick them up your (yeah!). Stick them up your (yeah!).”

Anyway, last night I posted this: “Mental health is difficult for a lot of people, and if the stigma around it is ever going to go away we need to start talking about it. If you’re struggling and having dark thoughts just know that I’m here to talk at any time. You’re not alone!”

I knew it would rack up a cubic shit-ton of likes and heart reacts. And it did. Oh boy, it did. That sweet, sweet dopamine rush is no joke. But never in a million years did I think anyone would actually take me up on it. So I’m sorry, Steve, but I don’t think I can help you.

I’m probably one of the least-qualified people on planet Earth to give advice related to mental health. My extent of training is simply being on the receiving end of therapy for the past 6 years. And while everyone on the internet seems to think that is sufficient experience to give others unwarranted, misguided advice, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.

Hell, I don’t even have a good therapist. Last session, she gave me a list of nearby happy hours when I complained about how much I was spending on alcohol.

When you first messaged me I started thinking about what my therapist would say. “Well why don’t we look at it from another perspective?” So that’s why I sent you a link to my band’s new EP, “Another Perspective.” I admit that this may have caused you to feel as though I was making your situation all about me and that’s not right. Trust me, I’ve been there. I even wrote a song about it. It’s track four. Listen again but this time pull up the lyrics so you don’t miss anything.

You know what, though? Some of this is on you, Steve. I haven’t seen you since sophomore year of college. Am I really your best option? I find that hard to believe. I think it’s assumed that in the unlikely event someone took me up on my offer, it should at least be one of my four closest friends.

I learned a lot from this mistake and that’s all I can really do. Next time I want to post something I’m not truly invested in for the sake of getting fake internet points, I’ll stick to vaguely supporting civil rights.

Benefit Show Organized for Deceased Roommate Who Still Owes Rent

CINCINNATI — A group of punk house residents organized a large benefit show last weekend to raise money for their former roommate Mike Medina, who died unexpectedly and still owes rent money, grieving sources said.

“It was so sad when Mikey died… completely out of nowhere. We’re still recovering from the shock,” said Reed Marshall, one of the roommates who helped put the show together. “And since rent was due and he hadn’t paid up yet, it was the worst possible time for him to be crushed to death by a falling full stack. Fucking super tragic on so many levels.”

Fellow housemate-cum-organizer Sonya Larson agreed the timing “really fucking sucked.” However, they noted the idea to organize a benefit show sprang up “organically, right away, because we needed to come up with a lot of cash in a very short time, thanks to Mike.”

“Yeah, so he still owed $350 for rent, but we set the fundraising goal at $700 to cover utilities, and a few other things,” explained Larson. “We have a communal fridge, which means we’re low on food now since Mike isn’t contributing anymore. And I know, wherever he is, he wouldn’t want us to go without beer.”

“It was cool of him to leave us with his portion of the security deposit, too. What a solid dude,” they added.

Attendee Marla Burov didn’t know Medina personally, but saw flyers for the show in her local record store 20 miles away.

“I think it’s touching that they advertised the show all over the entire city,” said Burov. “It shows they really wanted to memorialize their friend the right way by getting tons of people through the door. It was kinda confusing because the flyer said ‘suggested donation,’ but then they just charged $10 to get in. I guess it was for a good cause, though?”

Burov’s highlight from the show was when the organizers played in one of the bands on the lineup, too. “It was really sweet they came out and performed for their friend,” Burov said. “Even though it was distracting that they kept passing around a tip jar.”

Photo by Matt Gill.

Disgraced Jackie Chan Reveals His Movies Are All TAS

HONG KONG — Filmmaker Jackie Chan held back tears at a press conference today after revealing that all of the stunts in his movies were made using a set sequence of inputs performed by a computer and recorded frame by frame, also known as a tool-assisted speedrun (TAS).

“I am so sorry to have lied to you all these years. At first I just thought I was making a cool movie that everyone would realize was a TAS… but then the compliments came in and I just never corrected them. I know now that I messed up,” said Chan, referring to stunts over dozens of films throughout his storied career. “I know I have hurt many of my fans and I hope that they can still appreciate the movies for what they are, even if none of them are technically humanly possible.”

Despite intense backlash from many moviegoers, a small group of Jackie Chan fans have stuck with the programmer.

“Look, none of us could pull off any of the stunts in the movie whether it was Jackie or a computer. It’s still the same video in the end, so who cares?” said Reddit user u/i_love_moobies83 in a 500-word post. “The way I see it, the movies that Jackie inspired still exist so he’s just as influential as he was before. Plus, we wouldn’t have gotten TAS classics like SSBB Fox Vs Falco DBZ Full Fight without Jackie advancing the form.”

“Remember the part where Falco and Fox side-B at each other under Final Destination like forty times? You can’t be a fan of that and not be a fan of Jackie Chan.”

As of press time, Chan found himself under fire once again after accidentally revealing in a follow-up interview that his Rush Hour co-star Chris Tucker is just a life-sized robot covered in fake rubbery skin.

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Mr. Fucking Big Shot Over Here Thinks He’s So Great Because He Can Stop After Four Drinks

SAINT PAUL, Minn. — Local man and “Mr. Fucking Big Shot” Dan Paulson was allegedly acting last night “like his shit don’t stink” because he can stop drinking without someone physically restraining him or taking away his wallet, hard-partying sources confirmed.

“Well, well, well — would you get a load of this candy-ass motherfucker right here,” said Paulson’s friend Giancarlo Sanchez between wet-sounding liquor burps. “Danny’s big-timing us because he’s just sober enough that he’ll probably drive home safely and he didn’t once piss under the table tonight. Apologies for your socks, by the way.”

While medical professionals would undoubtedly categorize Paulson as a heavy drinker, his small group of well-lubricated friends, including Tamatha Kramer, strongly disagree.

“Danny is good people, even if he’s one of those health nuts that only drinks on Fridays, Saturdays, Thursdays, and all day Sundays,” said Kramer. “But it is frustrating the way he always skates on us when we either vomit profusely or throw bar darts at each other’s bare asses because apparently he has ‘work in three hours’ or whatever.”

Despite his friends’ objections, Paulson still made his relatively sober early exit from the bar.

“As I settled my tab, they all tried to scream, ‘You think you’re better than me?’ but their slurring was so bad it sounded like milk-drunk alley cats in a cartoon,” said Paulson. “You’d figure me having four hard liquor drinks in the span of an hour is a lot, but compared to my friends, I’m basically straight edge.”

Paulson added that, despite the ridicule, his friends’ ability to minimize his own drinking problem is a huge benefit.

“Having friends that party harder than you is way easier than getting sober. And anytime I worry that I drink too much, an evening with them always puts it in perspective,” said Paulson. “Like, yeah — I got 2 DUIs last year, but Tamatha once got drunk enough to slap a police horse with her titties. So I’m good.”

At press time, Paulson is seeking more friends to help minimize his new-found fondness for marijuana, Adderall, and cocaine.

6 Awesome ‘Street Fighter’ Moves to Try Out on Your Younger Brother

Bro, so not only is Street Fighter one of the most badass games ever made, but there’s like, a ton you can learn from it. It’s pretty much an instruction manual for how to fight. You gotta try out all six of these moves on your younger brother to show that bitch boy who’s boss. 

Hundred Hand Slap 

This move is sick! E. Honda just straight up bitch slaps his opponent like a thousand times. You should try and use this move when your little brother is getting out of the shower. The sound of his wet belly getting hit is hilarious. It’s even funnier when you make him stand there so you can slap out the full hundred. Make him count them out loud! That’ll show him.

Flying Power Bomb

Everyone knows that Russians are the best at fighting, so you gotta try using one of Zangief’s moves. You can grab your brother from behind, and then jump backwards. It’s like some WWE shit but even cooler.  Bonus points if you can smash him through a table!

Shoryuken 

I mean do I even need to say it? It’s such a cool move, just don’t forget to yell Shoryuken as you shatter his jaw, because that makes it more powerful. Best part is that this move is such a classic your mom can’t even get mad if you hit him with it because it’s like historical and shit. 

Yoga Flame

Honestly, you’re kind of a loser if you play Dhalsim, but that fire move is pretty cool. If you wanna shoot one at your brother, all you need is a can of Axe and a lighter.  This will be extra effective because you know he’s terrified of fire after the thing with the matches. Just don’t let your mom catch you playing with fire again or she’ll freak. 

Seichusen Godanzuki

OK so this one is a little complicated, but if you pull it off you’ll be a legend. First you sack tap him, then you give him a shot to the stomach, then the chest, and then bam! You just fucking upper cut him. This brutal move will teach him for snitching on you about the Shorukin.

Low Kick

Trap him in a corner and spam low kick. It’s cheap but it works.

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Historians Discover Thomas Jefferson Grew, Aggressively Blogged About CBD Oil

WILLIAMSBURG, Va. — New historical evidence suggests that former President Thomas Jefferson acquired a substantial amount of his wealth by cultivating and excessively endorsing CBD oil, researchers at the College of William and Mary announced today.

“These findings are unexpected, but not surprising,” said Dr. Elyse Grippin in a press release. “We often forget, but CBD oil was a staple crop in colonial America, valued by importers for its uses in machine lubricants, hair tonics, and child-safe laudanum solutions. Jefferson, however, was uniquely enthusiastic: we could never have guessed how incessantly he recommended CBD to his friends, family, and even strangers. He actually seems pretty obnoxious.”

Dr. Grippin’s findings were facilitated by the discovery of pamphlets published by Jefferson, in which he made many specious claims about the health benefits of CBD oil. The research team ultimately collected thousands of pamphlets — most of which were personally addressed to Jefferson’s colleagues. In particular, James Madison allegedly received dozens of copies, which researchers discovered at the Library of Congress’ James Madison Collection in a box labeled “kindling.”

“The Oil, though in appearance quite humble, is possessed of qualities mystifying and sublime,” Jefferson wrote in a pamphlet titled “Memorandum on the Beneficent Effects and Proper Application of Cannabis Oil.” “Regular administration of the Oil has assuaged the wretched pain in my bones with alacrity, and would likely relieve my servants of their aches and wounds, were it not too dear a substance to waste upon them. Oral consumption produces similarly astonishing effects upon one’s vigour, both psychic and physical, such that it would be of considerable aid in the affairs of both legislative and marital congress.”

Modern CBD advocates reacted to the researchers’ announcement with great excitement.

“CBD is central to American history,” said CBD blogger Austin Mowle. “For centuries, Americans from all walks of life used CBD oil without stigma — now we know the Founding Fathers were among them. It was only recently that business interests launched smear campaigns that vilified CBD in favor of inferior products like cotton and nylon oil. Hearst, anyone? You can read about it in my new exposé blog — I posted it everywhere. Please share, tag your friends, and use my discount code ‘Austin15’ to get 15 percent off any order with CBD Direct.”

When asked for further comment, the William and Mary team indicated they would temporarily suspend their Jefferson research to focus on their most recent discovery: Benjamin Franklin’s treatise on Spanish Fly.

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