New ‘50s-Themed Diner Reveals Town’s Shocking Rockabilly Presence

IRVINE, Calif. — Susy Q’s, a new ‘50s-themed diner, opened its doors recently, revealing a shocking rockabilly presence within the city to the crowd attending the opening party, confirmed stunned and confused witnesses.

“I legitimately had no idea we even had rockabillies here,” said local Ashley Rohler after attempting to summon several crinoline-clad diners for a menu. “So none of these Guys and Dolls extras work here? Where have they been hiding? I just kind of assumed all these weirdos were like, hired for the opening party and in costume. Everybody be quiet, I want to see if they’re using Transatlantic accents.”

For diner owner Bruce Davis, the swing-happy turnout was everything he’d dreamed of.

“See, I’m what you’d call a pinup enthusiast. I love a busty gal leaning over just about anything—B-52s, red Chevelles, freight trains—but you don’t get that around here, do ya, dollface? So I thought, ‘if I build it…,’ and now look at them all,” said Davis, gesturing to the women in polka-dot dresses lined up at the malt counter. “I’m just happy to provide a soda fountain where this city’s long-dormant rockabilly community can feel comfortable—or as comfortable as they can be in rayon brassieres and wool trousers.”

Not everyone was as thrilled to find that the subculture was making its way to the forefront.

“Obviously we’re concerned and taking proactive measures to prevent the spread of more rockabillies,” said mayor Farrah Khan, noting she’d look into adding a question about it on the census. “This is why I’ve vetoed every classic car show permit that’s ever crossed my desk. Prevention is the best policy. Now that they’re out and about, they’re gonna want burlesque joints and drive-ins and tiki bars—one jukebox and the whole town’s gone to shit.”

At press time, the rockabillies had taken to the streets intending to race their hot rods, but after 20 minutes of arguing, it was decided the town had “no damn drag to bring your best girl out to.”

How Tho? Decrepit Old Geezer from ‘80s Movie Only 37

SHERIDAN, Wyo. — Elder millennial Connor Allison suffered an existential crisis upon realizing the actor playing a “geriatric old fart” in one of his favorite ‘80s movies was only 37 during filming, sources looking into Botox confirmed.

“My date and I were chatting about a movie we both loved when we were kids. But we couldn’t remember the name of the character actor that played the creepy old guy that lives near the old mill, so I looked him up on IMDB. That’s when I saw it. He was just 37. A full seven months younger than me now,” said Allison. “I’m not sure if it’s because I was a kid then or what, but it turns out every single actor from the past that I thought of as having one foot in the grave is roughly my age now. Hell, even Mama freakin’ Fratelli was just 17 years older than me in ‘The Goonies.’ I can’t actually be old, I don’t even know how to tie a tie.”

‘80s actor Kris J. Howell offered his two cents on why actors in the past looked so much more “mature.”

“Unlike the current crop of Hollywood snowflakes, back then we didn’t have plastic surgeries, personal trainers, or even a basic understanding of the four food groups. But we did have cocaine. Just fucking mounds of it right there on every catering table. What? You think somebody sober came up with the idea of inserting David Bowie and his massive codpiece into ‘Labyrinth’?” said Howell. “Maybe eating red meat with a pack of Marlboros for dessert every meal might explain why I started getting typecast as grizzled longshoreman by the time I turned 14, but I wouldn’t trade those magical LA nights doing lines off of Rue Mcclachanan’s tits for anything.”

Self-proclaimed Hollywood insider Paris Blackwood provided her own theory on how actors stay looking young.

“One particularly ludicrous theory is that stars such as Jennifer Lopez receive infant blood transfusions administered by the Illuminati. But obviously, that’s absurd, as the Illuminati does not exist. At Least not anymore after they all got wiped out by the lizard people living inside the earth’s core,” said Blackwood. “Since then the Lizard People have been able to more efficiently provide Hollywood with baby blood. That means Sam Jackson will be making Marvel movies well into his 100s.”

At press time, Allison is having a full-blown panic attack upon learning the average age an MLB player retires.

Everyone In Mosh Pit Suddenly Doing The Dances From “A Charlie Brown Christmas”

SANTA FE, N.M. — Attendees of last night’s set by scene legends Beyond Silent were surprised to notice that, for a solid few minutes, everyone in the mosh pit was doing the dances from “A Charlie Brown Christmas” for some reason, baffled sources confirmed.

“I was looking out into the crowd during the break down of ‘Bloody Knuckles’ and I was expecting to see people killing each other, but what I saw was so confusing. It was like they planned it, but I don’t even know how they could have,” said Beyond Silent bassist Remy Valenti. “One guy had his arms straight out in front, shuffle walking in place, another girl was taking turns resting her chin on either shoulder. I swear, there were even two identical twins doing the hands-up head-bob-side-to-side one. I kid you not. I’m still trying to figure it all out.”

Members of the audience report temporary memory loss while the phenomenon was happening.

“I can only compare it to an out of body experience. I let the feeling overtake me, and suddenly I was Linus,” said gig attendee, and self-proclaimed pitboss, Myra Fynch. “A few minutes later, I was back to shoving my way to the front of the stage, but I still had a smelly blanket in my hand. I gotta tell ya, I didn’t come to the bar that night with a blanket…It might sound silly, but that blanket was bestowed upon me from some higher power.”

Long time bouncer Harris Hayworth doesn’t claim to know how it happened, but was certainly glad it did.

“I know it’s only early fall, but when I saw those kids set aside their youthful anger in favor of inadvertently imitating a holiday cartoon from 1965, I’ll admit it got me in the Christmas spirit,” said Hayworth, fighting back a wistful tear. “Call me an old softie if you must, but after that, I craved eggnog something fierce. And even though I wasn’t part of the dancing, I definitely experienced a Peanuts-related incident later that night when I passed out on top of my neighbor’s doghouse.”

At press time, Beyond Silent was reportedly making the switch to becoming a full-on jazz trio in order to capture the same energy at their shows going forward.

We Look Back on McDonald’s Failed ’90s Burger Campaign: “We Know 9/11 Is Coming”

No one can deny that McDonald’s is one of the most successful, recognizable, and beloved businesses in American history. We can all agree that the memory of childhood comfort afforded by eating a McDouble and a Spicy Crispy Chicken sandwich back to back is well worth a day on the toilet.

However, even McDonald’s has had some high-profile, embarrassing failures, like the infamously environmentally destructive McDLT, the water, and seaweed-filled McLean Deluxe, and, of course, their notorious 1990s campaign “We Know 9/11 Is Coming.”

Everyone is familiar with how the McLobster Sandwich crashed and burned under a prohibitive $5.99 price and the fact that no sane person in the entire world wants fucking McDonald’s lobster, but not everyone remembers the “We Know 9/11 Is Coming” campaign and its flagship Mc9/11 Burger.

It’s not an accident. McDonald’s has spent millions trying to cover up the fact that they once produced and marketed a burger that desperately pleaded with the American people to pay attention to the rising issue of militant religious extremism in the Middle East, for a great low cost!

After the failure of McSpaghetti in the early 1990s, McDonald’s started doing heavy market research into what consumers wanted in a burger as part of their competition with Burger King, Wendy’s, and to a lesser extent, home-cooked food.

The McThinkTank soon exceeded its mandate, however, discovering evidence that the CIA had funded extremist Mujahideen fighters in the Soviet-Afghan War, which led to the founding of Al Qaeda by Osama Bin Laden in 1988, and that Khalid Sheikh Mohammed had devised the basic idea of commercial airliner suicide missions, and that Americans were increasingly concerned with the fat and sodium levels in their food.

This led to the creation of the Mc9/11 Burger, a sandwich composed of a quarter-pound, all-beef patty, grilled onions, special sauce, and a slice of semi-Monterey Jack cheese, which was described at the time as “adequate.” Every purchase of an Mc9/11 came with one of five randomly chosen toys, all of which were miniatures of various landmarks McDonald’s suspected Al Qaeda was targeting, including the White House, the Los Angeles U.S. Bank Tower, and McDonald’s own Hamburger University.

At the time, diners were confused by the marketing slogan of “Please, Thousands Will Die” and the national commercial spot in which Ronald McDonald explained at length how US intelligence agencies were fatally refusing to share information with each other. The Mc9/11 Burger was swiftly discontinued, joining the likes of the McAfrika, Onion Nuggets, and a shared sense of safety in America!

Roommate Leaving Punk House Ceremoniously Passes Down Key For Stealing Toilet Paper From Wendy’s

WHEELING, W. VA — Aging punk roommate Dennis “Onion” Wilkins ritualistically bequeathed the key that allows them to steal toilet paper from Wendy’s to his roommates in a mysterious, candlelit ceremony last night, honored sources confirmed.

“This sacred key has saved this household thousands of dollars over the years. This single key is the reason we aren’t using old copies of Thrasher to clean our asses. It may look like a cheap piece of plastic, but it’s actually the most valuable possession I have, no it’s time to pass it on,” said Wilkins in a formal cloak. “I remember when it was passed down to me. In 2004 I had just moved in and it was right when Big Darryl was going to jail for beating up a bus driver. He passed the key to me and I’ve been the keeper of the key ever since. Use it well, for with great power comes great responsibility. Also, bring your backpack into the restroom.”

Residents were confused by the solemnity, but appreciative of the utility.

“There are eleven people living here, and a whole shit-ton of pit bulls,” said a resident only identified as “Mooch.” “That equates to a whole lot of shit. Cash is king, and beer is better, but this key is a pathway to years of savings. Some of my more brutish friends think you can steal toilet paper with just a screwdriver and a firm kick, but those people don’t realize that only makes the business fight back harder. This key is a golden ticket.”

Local Wendy’s manager Neil Weedmarr has suspected employees were stealing toilet paper for years.

“This is the first I’m, learning that one of our keys had made its way into the general public. I owe a lot of people apologies,” said Weedman while restocking the toilet paper for the seventh time today. “But more importantly I need to find these punks and return the key to its rightful place on the third shelf of the security closet. Once the key is returned I will be able to call up the other franchise owners in the state and start the ritual to resurrect Dave Thomas.”

Wilkins also entrusted his roommates with a small length of hose to siphon gas from cars in the neighborhood that he claims once belonged to Dee Dee Ramone.

I’ll Probably Be the Only Guy With American Traditional Tattoos Wearing Docs and a Jean Jacket at the Gaslight Anthem Show Tonight

Going to see a show is a great excuse to dress up. Over the last few years though, it feels like everyone in the scene is trying to look the same. Well, I’ve never been one to follow trends, so I’ll probably be the only guy with American traditional tattoos wearing Docs and a jean jacket at The Gaslight Anthem show tonight.

I’ve been planning this outfit ever since the band announced their reunion tour. I finally decided on a white t and black jeans with a little cuff on the bottom to complete my outfit. That combination should set me apart from the crowd even more. My brand new jean jacket is making its debut tonight. I’m definitely going to cuff the sleeves to show off the swallow tattoo I just got done on my forearm. You don’t see many people with these anymore.

Shows can also be a great place to meet women. Usually, when I try to talk to women at shows they don’t seem interested, which I’m realizing now probably had to do with what I was wearing. I gotta say, I’m looking good, so tonight could be my lucky night. There probably aren’t going to be very many women at this show, so I really need to stand out if I’m gonna find someone to make out with during ‘Blue Jeans & White T-shirts’. And I’ll definitely stand out. You can’t miss me.

I want to be clear though that I’m not just going to dress up and meet women. I’m not that kind of guy. I really do love this band and I am a long-time fan. You know half the people in the crowd are just coming to hear ‘59th Sound’, but I’m hoping for some deep cuts like ‘45’ and ‘Old White Lincoln’. Maybe Brian will even notice me and compliment my outfit to the crowd in between songs. That’d really get the attention of the women in attendance. Again though, that’s not why I’m going.

If you’re going to the show tonight, come say hello. It’s a pretty big venue but you shouldn’t have a problem finding me. If on the off chance there is a guy wearing a similar outfit as mine, which I seriously doubt, just look at the person’s hands. I’ve got a bright red rose tattoo on my left hand, and a panther head on the right one.

Local Tattoo Artists Brace for Wave of Absolute Dumbshit Requests After “Ink Master” Premiere

PORTLAND, Ore. — Local tattoo artists are preparing for a huge wave of clients requesting the absolute stupidest, dumbshit tattoos possible in the wake of Paramount+ reviving “Ink Master” for another season, exhausted sources confirm.

“My books aren’t even open yet, but since the new season premiered, I have a billion DMs asking for shit like ‘traditional Japanese punk rock walrus on the ribs,’” said local tattoo artist Trisha Gonzalez. “I asked one guy to actually look at my profile because I specialize in illustrative black-and-grey, but he told me that if I can’t tattoo an American traditional pin-up of a scuba diving Courtney Love, then I ‘must not be a real Ink Master.’”

Local “Ink Master” fan Eric Bernhardt is looking to get his first tattoo and is thankful for another season of the show to give him a realistic idea of what to expect at his appointment.

“I recently moved here from Iowa and ‘Ink Master’ inspired me to get a full color, photorealistic ear of corn tattooed on the side of my head,” he said while sending identical Instagram DMs to six more artists. “Before I watched the show, I probably would have wasted time researching who would be the best fit for my idea, or even, God forbid, listening to an expert’s feedback on it. Now I know that any artist worth their salt should be able to draw and execute this badass corn tattoo flawlessly in a three-hour session.”

Paramount+ executive Bruce Williamson defended the decision to reboot the show, even if it does result in more people walking around with neo-traditional fast food tattoos on their chests for the rest of their lives.

“This show simply is a way to make the art of tattooing more accessible to people who might be intimidated by it. Anyone who thinks that the show portrays an unrealistic idea of the tattoo experience clearly hasn’t seen that episode a few seasons back where people got their fingernails tatted,” Williamson said, before shouting at his assistant. “Hey—make sure you tune in next week, we make the artists tattoo watercolor portraits of founding fathers while blindfolded. It’s a very touching episode.”

At press time, a visibly broken Gonzalez had reluctantly booked an appointment to tattoo a “new school zombie ballerina riding a tractor” on a client’s ass cheek.

FedEx to Hire More People to Fuck Up the Corners of Vinyl Records While in Transit

MEMPHIS, Tenn. — Shipping conglomerate FedEx announced a massive hiring effort to recruit hundreds of staffers dedicated to fucking up vinyl records during the shipping process.

“As the vinyl boom only continues to grow, we remain steadfast in our dedication to fucking up, folding, and warping your records in transit,” stated FedEx Hiring Division spokesperson Gloria Wessant. “Thus, we must hire many more team members to make sure we don’t slip. The positions require no prior experience, but a cover letter and proof of punched drywall can only help your chances! And we offer better benefits than those mouth-breathing fucks over at UPS.”

A new FedEx Vinyl Fucker-Upper described what their typical work day entails.

“It’s actually quite an easy job and you get to be really creative. When a vinyl record comes across your desk, you are simply required to damage it in some way so that it isn’t in mint condition when it arrives to the destination,” explained Tom Kirkman, Junior Vinyl Fucker-Upper of the past five months. “You don’t want to actually break the vinyl inside—that would lead to the customer returning it, creating more work for us. You just want to usually bend a corner or two, or apply weight to the corner so it gets gently ruined. Occasionally, we load a lot of other packages onto the vinyl so it warps, but the cover is unaffected. It’s a delicate balance; a fine line we dance in this masquerade.”

Record label owners have reportedly known about this practice for years but are powerless to speak out.

“FedEx has been fucking up my vinyl shipments for quite some time and I suppose now it will become even more prevalent,” said Lora Norman, owner of independent label Flying Pigs Records. “It sounds bad but is actually somewhat beneficial. Record collectors are such non-confrontational introverts that they rarely want to ship it back and ask for a refund. Hell, they’ll often just buy a second copy and hope for the best. Thus, we end up selling more. I’m not proud, but I need to eat. Don’t judge me.”

Hot off the heels of the hiring frenzy, FedEx announced plans to start chipping and dinging new guitars in transit as well.

Quiz: Is She a Horse Girl or Does She Just Do Ketamine at Festivals?

So you love horses. Well, I get it! Unfortunately, people who don’t love horses do not get it. That’s why us horse girls must stick together, which is harder to do these days, what with all the pseudo horse girls running around Peach Fest, Resonance, Summer Camp, and every other backwoods music festival you regret buying passes for. They claim they love horses and their majestic power, but what they really love is snorting enough Special K to take a horse out. Don’t let yourself be fooled, cowgirl.

Here are 8 basic questions to ask your potential new friend that are easy for any true horse girl to answer, even in the middle of a k-hole:

1. As a child, did you skip on the playground or did you trot?
Answer: Trot. We’re not some happy-go-lucky skippers who are satisfied moving in a non-horse manner.

2. Who was your favorite American Girl doll?
Answer: Felicity, because she had a horse.

3. What is the OG horse movie? (hint: you most likely watched it at horse camp)
Answer: The Man from Snowy River.

4. What do we do when we watch horse movies like Seabiscuit and Black Beauty?
Answer: We cry. A lot. Horse posers only watch these movies for a racing.

5. What are Jammies?
Answer: Horse Spanx.

6. What breed of horse has a mohawk mane and is therefore the most punk rock breed of horse?
Answer: Norwegian Fjord.

7. Are you strong?
Answer: I’m farm ripped.

8. What do we say when we drive past a field of horses or pass a horse trailer?
Answer: “Look, horses!”

Groundbreaking Emo Song About Healthy Relationship

NEW YORK — Emo fans remain shaken to their core after the release of the previously unthinkable: a new track from acclaimed emo group Across the Tracks about what sounds like, by all accounts, a stable, healthy relationship.

“It’s like, no one’s ever heard this before,” frontman and lyricist Penn Sexton explained while muting his Twitter mentions. “I’m subverting the norms here. Have I ever been in a healthy relationship? No! Do I want to be? Fuck no! But I can imagine what it would be like, and that’s what being a fucking artist is. I’m trying to stretch out of my own comfort zone here, and all I’m getting in return is a bunch of assholes giving me shit.”

Former Across the Tracks fan and emo enthusiast Dave Creston cannot express his disgust enough.

“I didn’t get into this music to listen to a song about people who sound like my friend’s aunt and uncle,” he said angrily, kicking a rock down the sidewalk. “There’s a repeating line in the song about like, watching TV in bed together every night or some shit. And another about ‘surprising each other with thoughtful gifts.’ That’s totally fucked up. I had to stop listening. I’m not giving Across the Tracks any more of my money until they get their shit together and start writing about stalking high schoolers again.”

Emo historian Igor Helsinki rushed to denounce the song as soon as he heard it.

“This is unprecedented—I could barely get through it, it had so many major chords,” Helinski said with a shudder. “I don’t know what the fuck Sexton was trying to do here, but I wanna tell him, this isn’t it, man. Try again. No one writes about this shit for good reason. We want to hear about heartbreak, and suicide threats, and jilted love, and relationships that don’t work out, and getting fired from your job. You know, shit you can scream and wail along to in the shower or the car. That’s what emo is all about, and always has been.”

When pressed further about what the fuck he was thinking, Sexton predictably burst into tears.

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