Band Fight Leads to Band Makeup Sex

Posted on by Cory Cousins

CHATTANOOGA, Tenn. — Local stoner rockers Dust Buster’s recent argument that devolved into screaming and name-calling ultimately led to hot, steamy, erotic makeup sex, staff for the practice facility confirm.

“If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times. Never leave practice angry,” mused Dust Buster guitarist Greg Jenkins. “I’m not gonna lie, practice got out of hand with all of the petty insults and yelling back and forth, which all started over something pretty dumb anyway. But once the air cleared a bit, we looked into each other’s eyes and realized just how much love we had for one another, and how horny that made us. Next thing we knew, the four of us were sucking and fucking the night away. We didn’t get much playing in, but I’ll be damned if that wasn’t one of the best practices we ever had.”

The manager of the practice facility was a bit confused by the lascivious cacophony emanating from one of the rented rooms.

“I was doing my usual nightly routine of walking around the facility, making sure everything was running smoothly,” recounted the manager of Rock Of Ages practice facility, Norm Sanderson. “All of a sudden, the sound of yelling from one of the rooms caught my attention, so I decided to investigate a bit further to make sure everything was okay. But when I put my ear to the door, the noise changed from yelling to more like lustful moans of pure ecstacy. I didn’t dare open the door. I’ll tell ya one thing though, I damn sure ain’t paying for that Stanley Steemer bill.”

Dr. Anna Garcia, psychiatrist and therapist for the band, offered some alternatives and coping mechanisms when dealing with infighting and copulation.

“I let the group know that engaging in wild, unadulterated coitus following a heated disagreement isn’t necessarily the healthiest approach to band unity,” noted Garcia. “I’m not sure they took my suggestions to heart, as they were laughing inappropriately and vigorously rubbing each other’s nipples during the entire session. I was annoyed at their behavior, but also a little jealous. Some of the most productive band practices often occur immediately after some hanky panky.”

At press time, members of Dust Buster expressed their desire to introduce role-playing and BDSM to the weekly practices to keep the creative spark firing.

Congress Amends Rules So Caretakers Can Vote on Their Behalf

Posted on by Tim Sheard

WASHINGTON — Congressional lawmakers reached a new bipartisan consensus to allow their caretakers to vote on their behalf, confirmed sources who weren’t terribly surprised by the whole ordeal.

“As a lifelong government official, I understand the significance of allowing my congressional vote to count long after I lose basic cognitive and motor functions,” said 91-year-old Senator Chuck Grassley. “Society must continue to drive forward, no matter how much the smell of encroaching death emanates from within me. With that philosophy in mind, the Granger Act will allow our caretakers to guess how we would’ve voted for a bill and make it count. And if they aren’t sure which way we’d vote, all they need to do is check our corporate donor list and just do what they would do.”

Caretakers, on the other hand, aren’t so eager about this legislative change.

“It was stressful enough to have to listen to an old senator yell at me for not warming up her soup to her liking while she was having visions of the ghosts of Elvis Presley and Buddy Holly haunting her with an ear-shattering duet,” said local nurse Lydia Firestein. “But now we have to vote on which civil liberties our patients want to chip away? Which arms shipments to kill civilians they want our tax dollars going toward? No thanks. I already miss the old days when all I had to do was vote every four years, only to see it not count whatsoever because of the Electoral College.”

Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez has her own concerns with the recently passed bill.

“We might be able to get the Green New Deal through the gridlock in a few decades at this rate! Maybe after enough cities and coastal towns sink into the seas, I guess,” said Rep. Ocasio-Cortez. “If these Boomers won’t voluntarily retire at a reasonable age, we’re going to start seeing more and more of this self-preservation of power. Half of these ghouls already have their caretakers voting for them. Don’t be surprised if we also have their funeral home director, casket maker, and ditch digger lined up to vote for them as well.”

At press time, Congress was already amending the bill to allow caretakers to vote on their behalf for a good 100 years after they’ve passed.

Opinion: The Hardest Part of Aging Isn’t the Physical Changes, It’s No Longer Being Offered Drugs

Posted on by Jennifer Donovan

The joyless march towards death comes with many indignities like wearing earplugs at concerts, knees that can’t outrun cops, or trading in your favorite Vans for something with more arch support. But nobody tells you of the invisible toils of aging. Nobody prepares you for the indignity of no longer being offered drugs, now, at a time when you need to escape the horrors of your reality more than ever.

It happens so slowly at first you may not realize it’s happening to you. You may be fooled into thinking this new generation of young people just doesn’t party like they did “in your day.” (That’s a thing you say now, but only ironically.) But I’m here to let you know they DO party. Unfortunately, they clocked your New Balances the moment you walked in and were waiting for the creepy youth pastor (that’s you) to leave the bathroom before they got down to business.

Did you catch that subtle head nod from the attractive stranger at the bar? Did you think that was for you? Ha! That wasn’t for you, you dumb old fuck! It was for the 20-something behind you and that quick glance toward you was a silent inquiry as to whether or not you were a narc. Yes, they are heading to the afterparty but you, my geriatric friend, better hurry home to hydrate and moisturize before you shrivel into a decaying mass of flaccid flesh.

Once you’re wise to the game you’ll notice that not only are you not being asked to join the party, you end the party, simply by being there. And not being offered party favors is actually just the beginning. Soon you won’t even be able to seek drugs out without someone fearing you’re a cop. I recently spent 30 minutes engaging with a man selling “seashells” on a beach in the Bahamas. I used every nautical drug innuendo I could think of and the only thing this guy had for me was actual decorative seashells. Twenty years ago that man would have sold me so many drugs I would have spent 3 days in a relationship with a stray dog I believed to be my twin flame and now he’s got me pegged as a wired fed, or worse, someone that needs another shellacked seashell to accompany my Live, Laugh, Beach themed bathroom. I did purchase two of those seashells but only because it’s important to support small business (Right? Right?!).

Just because I’m advanced in age doesn’t mean I don’t want to party. I mean, I don’t drink any more on account of the ulcer, I’ll pass on the psychedelics as they tend to flare up my diverticulitis and I won’t touch coke with this arrhythmia situation but it would be nice to be ASKED.

Korn Fan Begrudgingly Admits Band Peaked With the First 50 Seconds of “Blind”

Posted on by Zack Zagranis

BAKERSFIELD, Calif. — Local Korn fan Floyd Brennan recently admitted that the band hit its peak approximately 50 seconds into the song “Blind,” confirmed sources who didn’t think he made a compelling case.

“I love Korn, don’t get me wrong, but the older I get, the harder it is to pretend that the band has put out anything as badass as the quietly unhinged opening of ‘Blind,’” the 43-year-old Bakersfield native said. “Sure, to say a band hit their musical pinnacle after the first minute of the first song on their first album may sound preposterous. But there’s just something about how each instrument builds on the previous one—first the cymbal thing, then the ominously high guitar, then the uneven bass, and then the second sludgy-sounding guitar—all leading to the perfect climax: Johnathon Davis growling ‘Are you ready?’ Just talking about it gets me pumped to fuck shit up! Sadly, it’s all been downhill from there.”

Brennan’s best friend and fellow Korn enthusiast, Laurel Riggs, was slightly more generous when describing the band’s musical output.

“I’d say the band peaked more like a minute and 20 seconds into ‘Blind,’” said Riggs. “The song doesn’t get bad until Jonathon Davis starts in with his emo ‘place inside my mind’ shit. That’s when Korn jumped the shark. The band did come close to the opening of ‘Blind’ a few times. ‘Freak on a Leash,’ for instance, would be a killer track without all the bullshit scatting in the middle. The beginning of ‘Here to Stay’ is pretty good, but then the song just starts without asking any questions.”

Former Korn drummer David Silveria agrees with Brennan’s opinion on the band’s musical output.

“It hurts to know that you’ll never write anything better than 50 consecutive seconds of rapidfire cymbal hits,” said an exasperated Silveria. “That’s one of the reasons I left the band. I suggested we write another song that gently elevates until we hit the audience with a random question, but they refused, so I bounced. There’s no point to being in a band if you’re not going to recreate the formula that just works. If I had it my way, every song would just be a variation of ‘Blind.’”

At press time, Brennan also revealed that he believed Deftones peaked after the first 20 seconds of “Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away).”

Six Songs We’re Catching Up On After Pulling Our Phone Out of the River We Threw It Into Last Week

Posted on by Corey Montgomery

Goddamn, what a week, huh? If you’re anything like us, you’ve probably been spending the majority of your time since last Monday screaming at your television, disowning family members, fighting waves of anxiety and capitalist dread, and deleting and reinstalling all of your social media apps. New music was still being released, though, and seemingly that is the only thing that has remained the same. Here are six songs you might have missed amid the chaos.

Coheed and Cambria ‘Someone Who Can’

Your weekly D&D sessions have been rowdy as fuck since Coheed and Cambria announced their new album, ‘The Father of Make Believe,’ last year. Rightfully so, considering the intensity of the first two singles ‘Blind Side Sonny’ and ‘Searching For Tomorrow.’ Perhaps the band has heard about your campaign being derailed repeatedly by Jeff flipping the table over every time a guitar solo comes in because their latest, ‘Someone Who Can’ is nostalgic and somber enough to have your entire party in a depressed silence for weeks to come.

Viagra Boys ‘Man Made of Meat’

Viagra Boys are back and irreverent as ever, making us ask ourselves the hard questions with their new single ‘Man Made of Meat’ Deep societal questions like: ‘Is ‘Friends’ a good show?’ ‘Should I have eaten that McDouble earlier?’ ‘Was Matthew Perry really involved with Limp Bizkit’s breakthrough album AND in the 1967 avant-garde Warhol film ‘Tub Girls?’ You’ll be too busy dancing while simultaneously mouthing ‘the fuck?’ to Google any of that, so we’ll just go ahead and let you know the answer is ‘no’ to all three.

Scowl ‘Not Hell Not Heaven’

The long-anticipated sophomore album from hardcore quintet, Scowl, has finally been announced. ‘Are We All Angels’ will be unleashed in just over two months and the scathing second single ‘Not Hell Not Heaven’ is out now. The track finds the band leaning heavier into their pop sensibilities, but it still sounds as though someone unleashed a pack of wild dogs into an unsuspecting recording studio and asked them to craft a ‘90s style alt-rock anthem.

Fucked Up ‘Disabuse’

It’s been a little over a month since we’ve heard from ‘Fucked Up,’ which, based on their recent output, might as well be a thousand years devoid of new music from the hyper-prolific Canadian quintet. Their latest, ‘Disabuse’ feels like a full-on monsoon after such a drought. The track finds the band firmly in their hardcore roots and it absolutely shreds. ‘Disabuse’ is one of two new songs that will be released via Sub Pop’s single series in March. Aside from that, we can only hope one to five new albums are being planned for the new year.

Meat Wave ‘Voicemail’ & ‘Dehydrated’

Oh shiiiiiiit yeah! Meat Wave is back, baby! It’s been nearly three years since the Chicago punk trio’s excellent “Malign Hex” was thrust into the world and that’s too long of a gap. Fortunately, the group understands the concept of underpromising and overdelivering, having released two brand new songs just over a week ago. ‘Voicemail’ is the one-minute ripper our short attention spans need in these times. ‘Dehydrated’ lingers a bit longer, frenetically oscillating between dreamy and rage-filled. Shit shreds.

Now that your nerves have been temporarily calmed by the hope of new music, you’re probably wondering where you can find more while continuing to exert as little effort as possible. Fortunately, for you, we’ve created a playlist to collect all of the year’s nonsense tracks. You can like, follow, and listen below.

Cop Infiltrating Far-Right Militia Just Happy to See Colleagues Outside Work

Posted on by Tim Sheard

AKRON, Ohio — Officer Brian McCarthur of the Akron Police Department shared his delight at seeing work friends while infiltrating local far-right militia, the Sons of 1776, confirmed sources.

“Domestic terrorism is no joke, but there’s nothing like a beer with your work bro,” shared Officer McCarthur from an Elk’s Lodge while deep undercover. “The disguise is a formality, they all know it’s me, old Bri-Bri. This is the chillest assignment ever, it’s like work but without any bullshit oversight. No one monitoring our comms, no civilian complaints. Hell, half our lieutenants organize night patrols. My old partner Ryan is putting together a chapter, might have to ‘infiltrate’ him sometime. My boy Kev made sergeant last year so I never get to see him at work anymore, but in here, I get to bro-out with Kev every night. And Kev is hilarious. He records Rogan for our patriot brothers that don’t know how to work podcasts. Heart of gold.”

Akron PD Chief Jim Fairbanks discussed the seeming contradictions of the assignment.

“We take threats to politicians and public spaces seriously, but sometimes ya gotta let boys be boys,” shared Chief Fairbanks from a crowded Jimmy John’s. “Everyone needs to let off a little steam after work. Let ‘em scrap it up a bit, holler, let the fur fly. Can’t let things get outta hand, though: that’s the balance. Don’t have the funds to replace civic structures, should our boys cause a ruckus. Still, didn’t America start with a revolution? I’m sure the whole idea was thought up by the Founding Fathers, all drinking ales together after a long day’s work.”

Johns Hopkins political analyst Maria Holdecott insists this is nothing new.

“We even see judges leading extremist brigades,” said Holdecott from her Baltimore office. “It’s a social club for lonely men harboring antisocial attitudes towards minorities or leftists, but with a penchant for dumb pranks. A lot of these guys grew up on ‘Jackass,’ which explains the showboating. Note the recidivist loop here: We see non-radical members edged out by violence subsequently join their local police force, only to re-enter the militia as a seasoned inductee. The snake from the ‘Don’t Tread on Me’ flag has become the Ouroboros eating itself: Desperate. Illiterate. Horny. Alone.”

At press time, Officer McCarthur barely contained excitement over his next assignment to infiltrate a human trafficking ring by grabbing a covert coffee with their leader, his own Captain.

Why People Are Ditching Dry January for “Just Do Different Drugs Month”

Posted on by Matt McInerney

As millions of Americans are committing to a “Dry January” in earnest, millions more are realizing, “Hey, wait, what the fuck, I committed to being sober the entire month and my friend Bobby is just doing different drugs instead. Do I still have to do this?”

This recent backlash has led to protests and forced many to finally admit that, sure, they weren’t really planning to stop doing all of the drugs, they just weren’t going to drink IPAs for a month but still drink those THC seltzers you can finally get at the liquor store instead of having to cross state lines to that town that people only go to for the dispensary that looks kind of like a Forever 21 inside but smells better.

As we tried to learn more about this movement, we took to the streets to ask people why they were doing it. We couldn’t find anyone willing to talk to us, so we asked people back home instead.

The Hard Times: Lex, why are you doing this?

Honestly, I was just doing it to prove that I’m better than Sarah. She gave up mid-month, and I beat her by a day, so now I’m doing ‘Different Drugs Month’ too. Well, she doesn’t know that, so I’ll keep rubbing it in until she finds out.

Hey Bobby, we couldn’t find anyone else to ask about this. So what’s going on?

I was telling people I was doing Dry January. But I didn’t drink much anyway, and I was planning to smoke the same amount of weed. Maybe also try mushrooms. A few friends got upset when they found out, so I told them I was trying a new thing instead. That’s why I made up ‘Different Drugs Month.’

Learning that Bobby just casually made the whole thing up to cover his tracks was a pretty big blow to our own commitment to Dry January. But after thinking about it more, it just proves we’re better than everyone else. So if we’re the only ones actually doing this—and already so much better than everyone we know—it’s cool if we have like, A beer to celebrate, no?

High School Rush Fan Spends Seven Minutes in Heaven Making Pretty Girl Listen to “Working Man”

Posted on by Ryan Werner

ST. LOUIS — Local Rush fan and high school senior Micah Kirby spent the entirety of the make out game Seven Minutes in Heaven playing “Working Man” by Canadian prog rock trio Rush to his fellow classmate Kaylee White, confirmed sources.

“I’m not sure the exact rules of the game, but there’s nothing more heavenly than the sound of Geddy Lee’s voice for seven consecutive minutes,” said Kirby. “Time sure flies by when you’re listening to a Rush song, so it’s hard to balance that feeling with really wanting the other person to savor the instrumental competence, creative structure, and sly breakdown of capitalism. I just wish there was more time for Kaylee to hear something longer and more expansive from their catalog, but I guess that’s just not how the game works. Anyway, I just hope we get another turn. Next time I’m playing her the three and half minute-long ‘Fly By Night.’ Twice.”

White was not terribly impressed with the experience.

“It wasn’t until minute five of the same exact song that I realized that we were not going to be making out in this closet whatsoever,” said White. “He’s not a bad looking guy. Actually, I always thought he was kind of cute. The only other time I’d talked to him before was when I was wearing a kimono and he came up and told me about something called 2112. There were priests? And a kid finding a guitar in some rubble? He went on for a while, just like at the party. I don’t know, I thought I looked pretty good that night. He didn’t even try to kiss me — he just told me that we’re going to make this count, played some song, and then closed his eyes while we listened to it. I thought about kissing him, but I don’t even think he remembered I was there.”

Young adult psychologist Dr. Josephine Wilson believed there was a deeper meaning.

“Certain young men get so attached to the minutiae of their interests that they forget about the human aspects that lend meaning to those interests as well as when it’s time to shut up and make out already,” said Dr. Wilson. “In this case, Rush is standing in for person-to-person connection. Micah thinks he’s relating to people through his fandom, but it’s having the opposite effect. He’s alienating because he can’t stop talking about the bass shredding long enough to ask someone how they’re doing. Kissing a girl? Completely out of the question. Also, he picked ‘Working Man’? Kind of a poser choice, honestly.”

As of press time, Kirby played the Rush song “Limelight” to a girl in lieu of kissing her during a game of spin the bottle.

Sad: Woman Forced to Be Aware of Her Surroundings

Posted on by Dom Turek

It is essential for women in big cities to be aware of their surroundings. It’s also essential for women in mid-sized cities, small towns, quaint villages, and hamlets where your closest neighbor lives 3 miles away, since they are likely to start plotting your capture the moment they see you jogging in one of those slutty “she was asking for it” sports bras.

Getting home safely involves weighing risks and making calculated decisions, such as, “Would I rather be assaulted walking home or in an Uber?” It’s not always easy to be a vigilant pedestrian, but Sheia Ortega does it with the ease of someone who has been preyed upon by older men since middle school.

Following a 10-hour shift at a local restaurant, Ortega would love to put on her noise-canceling headphones and walk to the bus stop, but she’s acutely aware this is a nighttime activity reserved for men or women who know jiu-jitsu.

“Last week, I sat down next to a complete adrenaline junkie,” said Ortega. “She was listening to music, reading a book, and then later leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes for a few minutes. Whether this kamikaze-esque mission was the result of complete burnout or surrender to the seemingly unending violence against women, no one knows, but I was inspired.”

A woman’s best case scenario is to arrive safely at her destination without harm or incident, but even then, you have to keep your finger on the mace trigger and listen to peripheral conversations about cryptocurrency, fantasy football, and a guy complaining about his wife being a “total bitch,” all in the hopes you’ll be able to stop a potential attack before it starts.

“I sometimes wish someone would attack me to make all this preparation mean something,” said Ortega. “Last night a man sat next to me on the train and ate an entire tin of spaghetti with what I can only imagine was an expired debit card, and then he hit on me.”

Fortunately for Ortega, her suitor reacted better than expected to the rejection and called her an “ugly whore” instead of killing her.

If You’re Thinking All the Stamina it Takes to be a Death Metal Drummer Translates to the Bedroom, Well, You Couldn’t be More Wrong

Posted on by Chris Bowen

I know that anytime you go to a metal show and focus in on the drummer pounding away on the skins at 250 beats per minute, you must be thinking, “Wow, that guy has been going a million miles an hour all night, I bet he’s a real animal in the sack.” You would be correct if by “animal,” you mean “an extremely winded sloth-like creature desperately seeking water and a place to pass out.” In other words, don’t let the blast beats fool you.

It’s a pain I know all too well I’m afraid. Being the victim of the “death metal drummer who must be an endless sex machine” stereotype, that is. Curious onlookers immediately assume that just because I can blast through a cover of “Devoured by Vermin” without breaking a sweat, that must mean that I could give them the best sex of their lives. That kind of pressure alone is enough to break a man when “getting down to business!” When I see the disappointed look on their face 40 seconds into bumping uglies, and they see my beat-red, lifeless body laying there, I just know they’re thinking, “Oh my god, Should I call 911?” They then realize I’m hardly the George Kollias in the sack they assumed I’d be.

Some people have told me it might help if I turn on a box fan and have it pointing at me during sex so I can cool down a bit like I do on stage. I’ve tried, and it doesn’t help. The fan just becomes another witness to be inability to pleasure my sexual partner.

Death metal drummers aren’t the only type of person this happens to however. I like to take solace in the fact that I’ve known guys who skateboard who go through this as well. Women think, “Wow, look how high he can kickflip, he’s probably really good at sex!” When in reality, the act of skateboarding has shaken their genitals so much it renders them completely useless, and the amount of times they’ve credit-carding themselves, most of them have given up sex altogether. These are the prices we pay for having “cool” hobbies in our 30s.

So next time you’re eyeing some stud behind the kit, don’t just go assuming things. Sure, his double-bass abilities might make him seem like an unstoppable, uber-stamina-possessing sexpot, but chances are, you get him in bed, he’ll undoubtedly have you reaching for the defibrillators in an unpleasantly short amount of time.