Forward-Thinking Band Asks Promoter to Rip Them Off in Bitcoin

ALBANY, N.Y. — Local metalcore band The Demise of Saturn asked scumbag show promoter Steve “Froggy” Fordham to abandon traditional currency and begin ripping them off via Bitcoin, confirmed sources who can’t believe this might be a possibility.

“We headlined a Halloween show for Froggy that was fucking solid out, at least 450 people paid, and at the end of the night he started telling us that ‘he lost his ass on the show and didn’t have cash.’ We knew this was an opportunity so we had him write ‘300 Satoshis’ and then a bunch of numbers and letters on a piece of paper and called it a night,” said Cosart. “I asked him to explain it all and then he put a gun on his desk and told me to ‘figure it out.’ It felt really good to be on the same page.”

Fordham says he is more than happy to vary his payments to bands.

“Yo, this crypto shit is for real alright? I’m offering bands a real opportunity here. The Fed is fucking bullshit ever since it went off the gold standard and soon U.S. currency won’t be worth the paper it’s printed on,” said Fordham from his dimly lit office. “I’ve already got a digital wallet all set up to pay these bands. They will just need to create a few different accounts on different crypto exchanges and have a 17-character PIN to make it easy for me to transfer the funds. These bands should be thanking me for setting them up for future success, but instead they’re online claiming they’ll light me on fire next time they see me if I don’t pay them their guarantees.”

Promoters from other scenes around the country are already planning to copy the innovative payment practices.

“This guy is playing chess and we are all playing checkers. I thought I was a hot shit when I would Venmo a band and then make a fraud claim two days later and have the payment reversed. I was doing so much extra work,” said Tallahassee-based talent buyer Eddie “Kingpin” O’Leary. “I need to up my game. I need to figure out a way to make bands believe I can make them rich through NFTs or something. The future is looking bright for promoters.”

At press time, Fordham was working with a local programmer to create his own cryptocurrency tentatively called “Frog Bucks.”

We Smoked Pot in New Jersey and the Front Bottoms Sued Us for Copyright Infringement

Recently, we took a trek to New Jersey to take in the food, culture, and historic sights of… alright, fine, we admit it! Our girlfriend really likes the movie “Garden State” and we thought it’d be cool to go there and smoke weed. Unfortunately, we appear to have made a grave mistake. Because while New Jersey law clearly states that weed is legal for recreational use, it carries an exception. Apparently smoking weed is fine but if you do so while wearing a sunglasses/beanie combo and then start spouting off half-baked stoner nonsense, you run the risk of getting sued by The Front Bottoms for “stealing their whole shtick” or whatever.

There’s no denying that The Front Bottoms have a particular style. And, honestly, we like it. Or at least we did until Brian Sella slapped us with a restraining order and demanded an undisclosed amount of cash and hash oil, with the added assurance we would never infringe on their artistic territory ever again. Well, according to the best attorney we could afford on TaskRabbit, they have a case. New Jersey law is pretty cut and dry when it comes to Front Bottoms litigation.

Genuinely, it never occurred to us that anyone could possibly own the concept of getting stoned next to a dumpster in the Garden State. We sorta assumed that was the only thing to do there. That’s not an admission of guilt by the way. But we think anyone who’s ever lived in Hoboken understands, right? Also, there’s a lot in this lawsuit about their ex-girlfriends. Frankly, we have no idea how that relates but if anyone reading this knows Beth, let us know so we can get her as a character witness for our side.

We just hope we make it out of this state without further incident. Last night, we thought we’d be fine going to a basement show in New Brunswick. Everything was cool until we shaved our head and tried to save this emo girl we sat next to and now we’re being sued by fucking Lifetime.

Metal Band Actually Rock Band in Costumes

LINKÖPING, Sweden — Confused audience members were shocked at a recent Forest Floor show when the band, dressed in matching cloaks and heavy eyeshadow, began their set with “Semi-Charmed Life.”

“I don’t get why everyone is so upset. These guys are bringing the house down. They are rocking as hard, if not harder, than Live, Stone Temple Pilots, or even Our Lady Peace,” said local fan Lukas Pettersson while adjusting his Anthrax vest. “Sure, they aren’t as heavy as Godsmack, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t metal as fuck. Next, you are going to try to tell me that Three Days Grace isn’t a metal band. Well, I’m sorry, but last time I checked, every member of that band owns a shirt with a skull on it. That’s pretty metal if you ask me.”

Disgusted showgoer Chrissy Lindström claims she saw right through the band’s façade.

“My boyfriend took me to see Ghost. Very cool show but they sound like the soundtrack to a ‘60s propaganda movie where someone dies after hitting a blunt at a beach party,” said Lindström while finishing her eighth beer. “I honestly don’t even know what these guys are going for. You can clearly see that they are wearing light-colored blue jeans. I think their cloaks are the bathrobes I saw at bed bath and beyond last week, and the smoke machine was working double-time to cover their dad shoes.”

Music historian Miram Alejandra says this phenomenon has led to widespread confusion among “real” metalheads.

“After the success of Judas Priest, the Village People created the leatherman character to bring in more of a metal audience. But as soon as the metalheads heard disco they made their way to the door,” said music Alejandra while flipping through a copy of Alice Cooper’s autobiography. “Nowadays, anyone beating a six-foot drum while wearing a cloak and mask can get booked at Knotfest.”

At press time, venue sources indicate that members of Forest Floor were seen leaving the show loudly singing along to “Uptown Girl.”

10 Cute Holiday Gift Ideas for the Victorian Child Ghosts You See in Your Peripheral Vision at All Times

If you’re anything like me, right about now you’re scrambling to get your holiday shopping done for the legion of Victorian child ghosts that haunt your peripheral vision during all waking hours. Here are 10 cute gift ideas that are sure to please. At least, you hope they will! God, please let this help somehow.

Kinetic Sand

Many Victorian child ghosts in your life might have mood swings caused by the Vapours, and Kinetic sand provides the calming sensory play that soothes them. I’m looking forward to giving this to Lillian, who died in 1881. I met her when I moved into a huge but suspiciously cheap apartment, then found out that the building was once a condemned children’s hospital. She’ll love it!

Paw Patrol Movie Tower

Paw Patrol gifts are big this year, and they’re perfectly suited for Victorian child ghosts who succumbed to Canine Madness, like Ephraim. Playing with friendly dog figurines might allow him to forget the pack of rabid mongrels who attacked and infected him, causing him to foam at the mouth while all the other children pointed and chanted “Mad Dog! Mad Dog!”

Oculus 2

This virtual reality headset provides a nice little vacation from grim reality for a Quinsey-stricken ghost like Calvin. They don’t work for us ghost-seers, though. When I tried them I was overjoyed to find myself swimming in a beautiful eternity pool right on the beach, but then I looked around and saw hundreds of prim and proper dead children floating in the pool with me. VR Fail!

Magna-Tiles

Magna-Tiles are colorful and neat, and can aid spectral kids like Silas with their coordination skills, which is useful when you have Water on the Brain. Silas isn’t just sad about his ghastly death in a barbaric old timey hospital, he’s angry. They all are! They aren’t sure exactly where to direct their anger, so since I’m around they settled on me, I guess.

Barbie’s 2021 Dream House

I think we all know a little girl ghost named Beulah who died of Bad Smells who would love a 2021 Barbie Dream House. I’ll do anything to please Beulah and all her friends so they don’t hurt me!

Star Wars Galactic Snackin’ Grogu

This hungry little guy is an adorable companion for a ghost like Wilbur, providing comfort to him while he deals with the Black Vomit that killed him. And yes, ghosts vomit. ALOT. Even just a two-minute break from the sight of the constant, painful spook puke might help me get the clarity I need to think of an escape plan.

Vtech Kidi Star Karaoke Machine

Your little crooner will have a ball with this Karaoke Machine, even poor ol’ Grover. A little Billious Fever isn’t going to get in the way of him belting out the hits! No one else in my building sees the ghosts. Maybe if I can get Grover and the others  to agonizingly drone into this microphone, they’ll hear it and help me, or at least believe me.

Catan

Ghost siblings like Hazel and Cora and Leopold, who died of Fits, Horrors, and Milk Leg, respectively, will have many great family game nights in store with classic Catan. My therapist doesn’t believe me either. In the end I had to pretend to be kidding so he wouldn’t hospitalize me.

Nintendo Switch

The newest model of the Ninendo Switch is THE hottest gift this year, and Elmer needs all the warmth he can get with that Chin Cough of his. Everyone could be right. It could be a delusion. Honestly, I kind of hope it is because if this is real? Good God.

Disney Princess Dress Up Trunk

What little girl ghost can resist this treasury of princess wear? Certainly not Maime (1891 – 1897, Cause of death: Purples). I got some information about exorcism on the dark web and tonight I make my move. Either I’ll successfully banish the ghosts or they’ll overtake me and draw me into their nightmare realm, where I will be trapped for eternity. So in case I don’t get out of this alive: Happy Holidays!

Jim Perdue Hides Golden Tickets to Tour Slaughterhouse in Five Random Chicken Breasts

SALISBURY, Md. — Jim Perdue, the reclusive and quirky chairman of Perdue Farms, hid five golden tickets to tour his slaughterhouse in random chicken breasts throughout grocery stores nationwide, confirmed a company spokesperson that tried to talk him out of it.

“We’ve never opened up our factories to the public. So those lucky enough to uncover one of my golden tickets are in for a real treat,” exclaimed a top-hatted Perdue with a mischievous grin. “There’s the spondiferous boat ride upon Chicken Blood river, the lickable gristle wallpaper, the scrumdittilyumptious condemned meat pits, and for the big closer we’ve got the snozzegolabollator, which is our whimsical name for the scalding and defeathering chamber where the painful cries of the chickens are sure to drive you insane. Plus, every winner will receive a fresh satchel of salted chicken beaks every two weeks for the rest of their lives. Very high in zinc.”

Desiree Marshall, a single mother of two and one of the first people to find a golden ticket, described her reaction to the news as “mixed.”

“To be honest, I wasn’t even aware of the contest, I was just trying to make chicken with mac and cheese on the side for my kids. The idea of touring a slaughterhouse sounds like a nightmare, but I never win anything, so I guess that’s kind of neat,” said Marshall. “But what really surprised me was how my bed-ridden grandfather reacted to the news. He jumped to his feet for the first time in 23 years and even started dancing around the room. He’s so excited about visiting Perdue. Or at least he was up until when he contracted salmonella while singing into the raw chicken breast like it was a microphone.”

Some c-level executives at Perdue were not thrilled by the news.

“We spend millions to craft legislation that keeps people out of our factories. And Jim wants to throw all that away for a contest?” said Chief Operating Officer Zofia Ibarra. “I suppose the fizzy lifting room where we float chicken up into a giant, deadly ceiling fan is kind of cool, but it’s not fit for public viewing. And worst of all, there’s a rumor Jim’s considering signing over the entire company to one of the contest winners he deems worthy. I’ve worked my whole life at Perdue. But there’s no way in hell I’m going to start taking orders from a 13-year-old boy with a heart of gold or some shit.”

At press time, the FBI is weighing criminal charges against Perdue after the golden tickets were found to be coated in a highly poisonous chemical lacquer.

Technically Proficient Tattoo Still Objectively Bad Idea

ORLEANS, Mass. — Local tattoo enthusiast Danny Lipinski’s latest tattoo depicting the cast of “Friends” engaged in a pansexual orgy is being described as “an artist triumph,” but also a terribly embarrassing idea, confirmed sources tired of being shown the tattoo.

“Right in the foreground, we have Chandler spreading his bare butt while Ross and Monica go nuts on his hog,” said Lipinski while displaying the fresh tattoo. “The vein work in all the penises is top-notch. It’s like you’re looking at a photo of all of them completely naked with that monkey Marcel sucking his own dick in the corner. And the best part of the tattoo is that it’s all happening in a church because I didn’t want this to be some random orgy, I wanted it to have meaning. It only took a handful of six hour sessions because my tattoo artist really wanted to take the time to get the huge nipples and insane amount of pubic hair just right.”

Lipinski’s tattoo artist, TJ Morris, was happy with how the tattoo came out, but admits he won’t be putting it in his portfolio.

“I know I did my job well here. One look at it and you can see the character of Joey eating a pile of shit off of a dinner plate with a fork and knife while Phoebe pukes on his neck,” said Morris. “I spent a lot of time getting all the details just right because the client kept saying he wanted this to be ‘accurate.’ I’m not sure if this was a scene from a nightmare he had, but as soon as his credit card was processed I made the decision to never work with him again. This is a tattoo that will haunt me.”

Tattoo historians such as Rosie Powell believe that “joke” tattoos like this are only going to become more popular.

“So-called ‘traditional’ tattoos are no longer in vogue with the younger, more eclectic crowd of tattoo collectors,” said Powell. “15 years ago an eagle perched on top of an upside cross was considered pretty badass, but that’s tame compared to a photo realistic tattoo of Machine Gun Kelly eating a pussy four times his size. I never thought I’d get to the point where I’d say ‘you will regret that,’ but here we are.”

An Instagram post displaying Lipinski’s new tattoo was immediately removed, got him banned from the platform, fired from his job, and immediately caused his family to file paperwork to legally change their name.

Missed Your Girlfriend’s Birthday? Here’s 10 Ways To Make It Way, Way Worse

Girlfriends are always trying to fix you. Eat healthy. Get your GED. Don’t forget my birthday. At a certain point, you have to start living the way you want. And if that means celebrating your girlfriend’s birthday panicked and a week late, you’ve got to be you. Still, your girlfriend will be expecting some sort of explanation. That’s why we’ve collected this list of 10 ways to make it way, way worse.

Each of these verbal flagellations is guaranteed to get her mind off her birthday and onto why she’s with you in the first place. Let’s make this a birthday she’ll unfortunately never forget!

1. Convince Her You Had the Dates Mixed Up with Your Ex’s Birthday
Wait, wait. It’s not that you forgot. You just thought it was coming up later because you were thinking of your ex’s birthday. No, not thinking of your ex! Thinking of her birthday! This is coming out wrong. It’s just that it’s hard for you to forget your ex’s birthday since you always did something fun for her, ya know?

2. Tell Her You Don’t Believe in Birthdays, Like Ideologically
What even is a birthday? Why should society and Hallmark get to dictate what you celebrate? She’s entitled to her own beliefs, so it’s fine that she makes you feel special on your birthday, but you shouldn’t be forced into traditions you don’t want to follow. It’s a matter of principle. First you’re buying birthday cards and then it’s Flag Day cards and Columbus Day cards—it’s a slippery slope to you celebrating the father of colonialism in the Americas. Is that what she wants?!

3. Blame It on the Supply Chain
Listen, a lot of things are getting caught up at the ports right now. With mass employee shortages and shipping challenges, she can’t just expect every single “Happy Birthday” to show up on time. It’s not like you can wish her a happy birthday with your gift hypothetically stuck in Tuscaloosa. Your new gaming chair is stuck in shipping, but are you complaining? Everyone is struggling. How she can even think about celebrating during these grim times…

4. Give Her a Stack of Cute, Handmade I-O-Us Like a Child
You know what women love? Bespoke non-gifts. Why offer a single disappointing gift when you can spread a series of sad reveals out over a long time? A 5-minute back rub, breakfast in bed, a day at the spa that’s really just you putting cucumbers over her eyes and playing the pan flute — there are endless ways to avoid putting any real effort into this.

5. Tell Her You’ve Been Out of Whack Since the Mayan Calendar Ended

Oh no, did it happen again? Ever since the Mayan calendar ran out in December of 2012, your date book has been a complete mess. Not one to conform to the white man’s Gregorian calendar, you rely on pre-Columbian Mesoamerican time measurements. But as you’ve been largely making it up for the past 9 years, you must have miscalculated. See, you thought her birthday was on Chicchan but actually it was on Cib! This is really embarrassing, but that’s what happens when people refuse to adopt the 18-month calendar.

6. Forget Again
You already forgot once… so what’s to say you can’t forget again? Just keep going on with your life acting like everything’s normal. Sure, she may hyperventilate from all the pointed sighing, but as long as you don’t ask what’s wrong and she bottles it up into a silent, simmering rage, you’re in the clear until next year!

7. Offer to Do Some of the Chores You Usually Make Her Do
Let her kick up her feet and enjoy a day of sumptuous relaxation as you make an unmissable 4-hour show of doing all, or at least some, of the chores she does on a daily basis. Naturally you’ll need to do them wrong, so as to be deemed incapable of carrying this out regularly, but not having to lug the trash down three flights of stairs for once will be like a tropical vacation for her. Just don’t get used to it, Miss Queen-for-a-Day!

8. Gently Suggest It’s on Her for Not Reminding You

Not to point fingers, because really no one’s at fault here, but if one were prone to blame, there might be an argument to be made that she’s the reason you forgot in the first place. If she had reminded you a couple times a day for the past two months, you almost certainly wouldn’t have missed it. And not to lay it on too thick, but she also forgot to remind you about your mom’s birthday this year. So this is the second time her not reminding you has gotten you in hot water. But you’re big enough to not make her feel bad about it, so let’s just move on.

9. Feign Dementia and Really Commit
For this to work, you’re going to need to start sprinkling in the symptoms. Leave a burner on. Forget your best friend’s name. Wander around the neighborhood and wind up in someone’s backyard. Eventually she’ll put together that something is horribly wrong and attribute that to why you forgot her special day. Then all you have to do is keep up the ruse for the rest of your life.

10. Break Up

How better to get her off your back about the birthday thing than to shift her focus toward a breakup? It’s the perfect deflection. Now her missed birthday will be the least of her concerns. Plus, you don’t technically have to deal with any of it, since you’re taking some time to really get to know yourself—with other people. It’s a win-win!

Man Makes Sure Roommates Aren’t Home Before Playing Masturbatory Guitar Solo

MESA, Ariz. — Over-indulgent guitarist Marky Pritchard was careful to make sure none of his roommates were home before he churned out some truly masturbatory guitar solos, second-hand embarrassed sources claimed.

“Since I don’t have anyone to play with, sometimes I really like to treat myself when I’m cranking juicy riffs, if you know what I mean,” said a suspiciously relaxed Pritchard. “But as my mom taught me when I was 12 years old, soloing is something you should always do in private. Sure, if I’m really jonesing to noodle my fretboard, I might sneak off to the bathroom and pluck away. But usually I wait until my roommates are away to do it. Maybe it’s not polite to admit I do it at all, but soloing just feels so good.”

Despite his careful planning, however, roommate Anisha Francis unfortunately walked in on Pritchard “giving himself aural pleasure.”

“I left work because of a cold, and all I wanted was to crash on the couch. Well, Marky must have thought he had the place to himself, because there he, was squeezing his guitar neck and blasting thick, hot licks all over my futon,” said Francis. “He denies it to this day by saying he was just tuning up. But I can’t get the image of him soloing in the middle of the living room out of my head. It was disgusting. I would’ve so much rather have caught him jerking off.”

While this seems like an isolated incident, local guitar store employee Tom Estes insisted there is an epidemic of young, hormonal guitarists soloing every chance they get.

“Oh yeah, I see it all the time. We’ve got a real problem with creeps who get off on soloing in public. I blame it on the internet, these kids have access to all sorts of tabs and they become addicted to playing by themselves,” said Estes. “It’s basically a daily occurrence. Some trench coat-clad creep wanders in off the streets with no intention of buying anything. Then they’ll just whip out ‘Eruption’ or pretty much anything by Dragonforce until I chase them out with a broom. It’s like, dude, there are kids in this store. Have some decency.”

At press time, Pritchard is considering seeing a therapist to help with his chronic soloing.

Quiz: Which “Succession” Character Are You, You Horribly Irredeemable Monster?

“Succession,” Jesse Armstrong’s captivating drama about a Rupert Murdoch-esque tycoon and his backstabbing family, is arguably HBO’s most widely watched and respected show since The Sopranos. Despite every character being as two-faced and ruthless as the trashiest reality show star, the show consistently executes a razor sharp and highly relevant satirical wit.

So, you wanna know which character on the show represents you? Really? You do? Well, you must be a real piece of shit.

Okay here’s how we’re going to do this. Go on Google and look up a basic assessment test for personality disorders. Fill it out, forward that to a psychiatrist, and schedule yourself an appointment with them. Meanwhile, we’re doing this bullshit by birth month.

Oh, does that not seem fair, having your “Succession” character assigned to you by circumstances of birth? Well, that’s how wealth works too, so fuck off.

January
You are Logan Roy:

You’re a shameless, megalomaniacle manipulative control freak who loves nothing more than emotionally eviscerating the people closest to you just to watch them limp back into your circle because they need you. Fuck off.

February: 
You are Roman Roy:

You’re a spoiled, verbally abusive sexual deviant. You lash your mommy and daddy issues out on anyone who crosses your path, and you’re so numbed out from hyper-excess enduced boredom you can’t even remmeber who or what you like to fuck anymore. Fuck off.

March:
You are Kendall Roy 

You are just a fucking mess dude. You’re a manic depressive narcissist with a Christ complex. You have an on-again off-again relationship with hard drugs but that doesn’t matter because you’re high on your own bullshit 24/7. Plus, you sort of killed a guy, and if you have kids you’re bad at it. Fuck off.

April:
You are Shiv Roy:

You were great on the high school debate team, so why shouldn’t you run the world? You are the absolute worst sort of opportunistic fair-weather liberal. The only thing more transparent than your flavor of the week moral convictions is your sham relationships, which are always with someone you view as a disposable underling incapable of hurting you emotionally. Fuck off.

May: 
You are Connor Roy

You are a lazy, worthless, absurd constitutionalist weirdo and the only thing close to a redeeming quality you possess is the plausible deniability of true wrongdoing afforded by the fact that you are clearly an idiot. Fuck off.

June: 
You are Stewey Hosseini 

You’re a high functioning cocaine addict whose favorite pastime is taking deep breaths and pausing dramatically before telling people “No.” Fuck off.

July:
You are Lady Caroline Collingwood

You’re a shameless gossip and expert victim-player who truth be told just isn’t very good with people, especially if they are people you have given birth to. Fuck off.

August: 
You are Marcia Roy

You are an opportunistic, vindictive, shadowy power hoarder who makes Melania Trump look like Florence Nightingale and scares the shit out of everyone. Fuck off.

September
You are Tom Wambsgans 

You’re an insecure rank and file company man. There is no end to the amount of shit you’ll swallow from your career or your spouse, and you overcompensate by being an unfunny agro tool to anyone you have the slightest flex over. Fuck off.

October: 
You are Greg Hirsch 

You are naive and constantly getting in over your head, and while this is tempered with a generally sweet disposition and good intentions, there is no low you won’t stoop to if it gets you out of trouble. Fuck off.

November: 
You are Ewan Roy

You’re a mean, self-righteous hypocrite. You own a word-a-day calendar and everyone who has the misfortune of speaking to you will know it. You might do something good like give all your money away, but only for the wrong reasons and only after you’re dead. Fuck off.

December: 
You are any other character on the show
That’s right, if you were born in December you are any character on “Succession” not previously mentioned on this list. It doesn’t matter, just pick a name. You could be Gerri. You’re not Gerri, but you could be Gerri. Fuck off.

“Oh What’s This?!” Exclaims Mom Reaching into Cooler Who Knows Damned Well it’s Hard Seltzer

SACRAMENTO, Calif. — Local mother Meredith Ashby displayed a performative expression of surprise and intrigue at a neighborhood cookout yesterday afternoon after reaching into the adult beverage cooler and pulling out a VII by CANarchy hard seltzer, a beverage her family confirms she has been drinking for at least five years.

“Yeah, Mom was on her bullshit again at the cookout yesterday,” confirmed Nathan Ashby, Meredith’s 24-year-old son. “She was all ‘Oooh, what’s this?!’ as if she hasn’t been getting loaded on hard seltzers at every cookout, and before and after them, for like half a decade. I don’t know if it’s denial or she just gets so hammered every time she actually forgets they exist. Either way, it’s fucked up, and I’m out of responses to feign.”

According to witnesses, Ashby spent the rest of the afternoon consuming can after can in rapid succession while asking anyone in earshot if they’ve heard of this “new stuff” and exclaiming “so refreshing!” every five minutes or so.

“She does this every time, every goddamn time! And before that it was Twisted Tea,” said Ashby’s daughter, Meghan, expressing frustration at the situation. “I have watched that woman say ‘I guess I’ll have one just to try it’ before getting so smashed she makes lewd gestures with pool noodles literally my entire life. Then if we try to call her out for having a problem it’s ‘What are you crazy? All I had was tea!’ or ‘It’s just seltzer!’ Just non-stop passive aggressive gaslight bullshit.”

Ashby’s husband, Carl, seemed to be the only person in attendance that didn’t find his wife’s claims to be suspicious.

“Have you tried these new alcoholic energy drinks they have now?” asked Mr. Ashby, while holding up a can and spinning it 360 degrees and looking upon it with amazement, fooling no one. “I tried them at a barbeque yesterday. I can’t believe I never heard of these before.”

At press time, Mrs. Ashby was overheard asking for the 23rd time if anyone knew why her “headache pills” were making her lightheaded and happy.

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