Crust Punk Bleeds Out After Flossing Teeth for First Time in 12 Years

TORONTO — Crust punk Seth Ulrich tragically bled to death yesterday after making the unfortunate decision to floss his teeth for the first time in 12 years, bereaved friends and family confirmed.

“When I saw him go upstairs with a thing of dental floss, I assumed he was going to sew a new patch on his jacket, or maybe try stitching up that fox bite on his leg that’s been festering for the last eight months,” said Ulrich’s girlfriend Tammy Baker. “I never imagined he would do something so reckless as floss his teeth… or at least, what’s left of them. His gums would start bleeding if a stiff breeze hits his mouth. When I saw him steal that floss from Rexall, I should’ve known it was a cry for help. This didn’t have to happen.”

Seth’ uncle Alex Ulrich felt guilty about his nephew’s passing.

“I’m afraid I might have been the one to push him towards oral hygiene,” said a crestfallen Alex. “He came to my house last month to grab some scrap copper I’ve had lying around, and when he got near me, I told him his breath ‘smelled like trash water at the bottom of a manure pile.’ I guess it really hurt his feelings. I can’t help but blame myself.”

Punk dentist Dr. Brianna Meyers, DDS weighed in on Ulrich’s unfortunate choice and what other crust punks can do to avoid his mistakes.

“A lot of the punks I treat have conditions far worse than sore gums that require more immediate attention — like the massive amount of patients who come in here with scurvy, which is easily cured,” said Meyers. “You can get Vitamin C by enjoying a nice brass monkey, screwdriver, or mimosa… anything with orange juice, really. Once that’s taken care of, then maybe we can slowly work on a patient’s teeth. But when you haven’t brushed your teeth in over a decade, putting floss in your mouth is just as damaging as putting a handgun in there and pulling the trigger.”

Sadly, in related news, Ulrich’s friend Pete “Petey” Peteropolis allegedly died this morning from anaphylactic shock after giving deodorant another try.

Man With Steam Library of 2,000 Games Survives Apocalypse, Steps on Graphics Card

LAS VEGAS — Local gamer Aaron Byrne ascended from his homemade backyard bunker sobbing today, lamenting the loss of the one piece of hardware that could have made life after the bombs bearable: his Nvidia GeForce RTX 3080.

“It’s not fair,” he said, stifling a sob. “These should have been the best days of my life, you know? I should have finally had enough time to kick back, relax, and really dig into that backlog. You know, I have games in my library that I’ve never even heard of? This was supposed to be my big break.”

The incident itself happened early last week as the first of the bombs began to fall. On hearing the explosions, Byrne grabbed a pre-prepared bag filled with the essentials: four tins of G FUEL powder concentrate, a box of Totinos pizza rolls, and a large diet Coke. It was then that disaster struck.

“I was running to my computer room when it happened,” whined Byrne. “The card had just arrived yesterday and it was sitting in its box, ready to be installed. And then I just… I just… crushed it. Stomped on it by accident. The pieces went flying everywhere and… it was just awful.”

When asked about his plan for surviving in a world taken over by packs of cannibal raiders, Byrne was disconsolate.

“I dunno, man, what’s even the point?” he said with a shrug, loading another slug into the break-action shotgun. “I suppose I’ve got a gaming laptop, but that that thing can barely run Destiny 2 at max settings. It’s awful. Forty FPS at max anti-alias. It’s not fair. There was finally time, now.”

At press time, Byrne waved a forlorn goodbye and tearfully reduced Minecraft’s render draw distance from very far to far.

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Opinion: So I Ate All That Pineapple for Nothing

Hey, thanks for coming over. Are you enjoying the music? You can put on whatever you want, you know? Can I fix you another piña colada? They’re pretty good, right? The secret ingredient is extra pineapple, if you catch my drift.

No? Hm. Okay. Well, dinner was great too, wasn’t it? Ever have Hawaiann barbecue before? The grilled pineapple was too die for. I ate extra because… well, you know.

No, I don’t have a vitamin C deficiency, silly! You’re so funny.

You really don’t know? Don’t you remember when we were kids and we learned that pineapple makes your… stuff taste better? No, that is not just an urban legend! Are you fucking kidding me? Then what the hell did I eat all this pineapple for?! Do you actually think I like piña coladas? I hate them! But I was pounding them down tonight, for YOU.

Okay, sure, maybe that was a little presumptuous. Maybe I should have waited until we’d actually met to base an entire date around the theme of you tasting my cum. But all that takes a backseat to the revelation that I’ve been stuffing my face full of satan’s grapefruit for years only to excrete a bland paste of baby pudding.

I’m honestly not even horny anymore.

Look, sorry, I didn’t mean to get upset. It’s just, I really like you and maybe I got too overeager for this to work out. My interest in you isn’t just physical. I really, seriously, like you as a person. And I really, seriously, want to light up your entire flavor palette with my ejaculate.

Of course I respect your intelligence! How could your pretty little mouth even ask me something like that?

Okay, so is this going to be a weird thing between us? I feel like you’re going to make this a thing when it really doesn’t need to be. It was an honest misunderstanding. Let’s just relax and have some dessert. I don’t know if you’ve had this before, but I made a pineapple upside down cak- hey, where you going???

Entire Scene Evicted From Same Studio Apartment

ROCHESTER, N.Y. — Every member of Rochester’s remaining DIY scene is homeless today following their eviction from the 600 square foot studio apartment they shared, several devastated sources confirmed.

“When you really think about it, this is good for us,” said Rosalind Wolf, singer of local punk trio Dirty Bots and one of the six remaining members of the scene. “How are you going to make real art if you know where you’re going to sleep, you know? We all got complacent, and we all lost touch. This is a massive opportunity for everyone in the scene to learn what the real world actually is, free from the comforts of a shared bathroom and running water. It’s the companionship of rats out on the streets that will help us grow as musicians.”

Not all of the evicted share the same optimism as Wolf, however.

“I don’t know how the scene is going to recover,” said Tiffany Van der Waals, who plays drums in every punk band in the city. “We still have all of our stuff, but a half-dozen people comprising 30 or so bands and side projects lived in that apartment. All those Bandcamps are just gonna go dormant. I guess we don’t have to pay rent now, but it’s not like half of us were doing that before the pandemic.”

Experts note that Rochester is not a unique case, as the pandemic forces musicians out of their apartments, squats, communes, basements, driveways, and chill setups all across the country.

“This just hasn’t happened before. Government officials sat on their hands when it came to providing assistance to citizens who needed it most, and independent music might never recover,” said Candace Jackson, a researcher with the American Association of DIY Scenes. “The damage is the same as if every scene in America outed their biggest member as a sex creep all at once. The only new releases we’re going to see anytime soon are solo projects recorded in parents’ basements and ironic busking. It’s horrible.”

The landlord of the studio already announced plans to convert the apartment into a storage space for stacks of newspapers for which he has emotional attachment.

What Are You, the Fashion Police? Because if You Are You Have To Tell Me

You bring the stuff? Sweet. These are authentic JNCO jeans, right? The ones from the late ’90s?I don’t want none of this watered-down, kinda-baggy-leg bullshit. I want uncut, parachute JNCOs. Goddamn, just look at these chain wallets. Is this sterling silver? Fuck, this is the good stuff. Hey, wait a minute. Before we conduct this transition, I need to know something. Are you the fashion police? Because if you are, you legally have to tell me.

Look, this is America. We are a nation of laws and I know my rights. When I was unemployed (not this time but the last time) I spent every day watching “Law & Order: SVU” reruns so nothing gets by me. I’m not falling for any of your smooth-talking legal bullshit. So tell me now if you’re a simple peddler of oversized back alley denim or if you’re the lowest scum of the Earth: the fashion police.

By the way, if I want to wear my JNCOs to the grocery store, that’s my Buddha-given right. And I shouldn’t have to answer any more questions about what’s “in” my giant pocket with the 8-ball on it or why I won’t leave the tampon aisle. I have the right to remain stylin’.

What’s the point of coming in here pretending to be some sort of law enforcement agent when we all know the truth? You’re not going to get me with your sophisticated interrogation techniques like, “What’s with the fishnet shirt in January?” or “Sir, can you please turn the glow sticks off, they’re distracting the animals.”

We need to stop judging each other’s fashion choices and get back to policing real crimes. It’s time to remove the metaphorical shackles society has placed around our leather cuff wearing wrists and dress how we want! We also need to remove the very real shackles that have been placed on my wrists because, apparently, shoplifting is one of those real crimes.

Green Day Working On New Song About How Estate Tax Is Bullshit

OAKLAND, Calif. — Seminal punk band Green Day are reportedly heading back into the studio this week to record a new, “blistering” single venting their frustration at federal estate tax.

“Green Day has always felt like the government is against the common man, and that’s never more clear than with the estate tax. It’s like being taxed twice — that’s worth more than the Iraq war in my opinion,” songwriter Billie Joe Armstrong said while trying to find a rhyme for “adjusted taxable gifts.” “I realized my kids are going to get taxed on anything they inherit over $5.5 million dollars. I was so angry, the lyrics just started pouring out. It’s such bullshit, and I know our fans will see it that way too.”

Studio intern and Green Day fanatic Keith Bell was lucky enough to hear an early mix of the track.

“I was so excited for their new music, but it was three minutes about annuities, exemptions, and something called ‘reversionary interest,’” said Bell, still visibly dejected after hearing the track tentatively titled “Taxes Is the Reason.” “There’s even a part where Billie Joe just reads an excerpt from an editorial piece arguing how the tax disincentivizes entrepreneurship. And while it was disappointing, the song is still better than anything off of ‘Father of all Motherfuckers.’ I’ll take a song about them complaining about their wealth as long as it sounds more like a song off ‘Dookie.’”

Roderick Love, accountant and one-time guitarist for 70s Bay Area punk rock band Dismal Sport, stood up for the band’s new song.

“What’s more punk rock than finding a loophole and fucking the government out of millions of dollars?” said Love. “Sure, when you’re young it’s about anarchy and anticonsumerism, but when you get old, it’s about hiding your real estate portfolio in a shell corporation based in the Cayman Islands. It’s all the same, making sure the government doesn’t take what’s yours… whether it be your inalienable rights as a human, or gouging your portfolio with capital gains taxes. Damn the man, right?”

Rumors allege the B-side to the EP is about boat storage fees and marina dues.

Stupid Mobile Game Costs Hedge Fund Manager $1 Billion

NEW YORK — Hedge fund manager Tweed Newtshire lost over $1 billion this week, all because of a dumb mobile game for casuals.

“Gaming the market used to mean something, you know? It was a subculture. You had to pay your dues. Hell, my dad even made me go to Princeton — you think I wanted to do that?” said Newtshire, whose fund has raked in billions during a global pandemic. “Now these bullshit mobile games are ruining it for everybody.”

Even though Newtshire bought the same stocks as the mobile gamers at the same prices, he claimed the difference was night and day.

“Smartphones are trash. Tiny screen, no GPU, no dedicated cooling. You’re basically using a cheap toy to manipulate stocks, impacting employees all over the world, just to feed your own greed. Real gamers use PCs to do that,” said Newtshire, pointing at the Bloomberg terminal in his office. “It’s way better.”

When asked to comment, most of the mobile gamers were ambivalent.

“There’s not much to it, dude. I was sitting in my apartment, applying to jobs because I got laid off in April, and I saw GameStop trending on Twitter,” said local gamer Tess Laughlin. “Next thing I know, I’m making like $200 on that Robinhood app. Not enough to pay down my student loans, but still cool, I guess.”

After failing to beat the mobile gamers on his own, Newtshire began an effort to report them all for griefing, hoping it would get them kicked from the servers.

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Redditor Accidentally Invests Life Savings in GameSpot

SAN FRANCISCO — Local redditor Nelson Briggs has reportedly invested his entire life savings into video game news website GameSpot, mistaking it for the retailer GameStop.

“I just took all the money out of my 401k and dumped it all into GAMESPOT!!! I’m ready to make a shitton of fucking money. Let’s fuckin go, boys! HODL,” Nelson posted on r/WallStreetBets, seemingly unaware that GameSpot and GameStop are two completely different companies. “I don’t follow this shit so closely, so I greatly appreciate all the help you guys have given us on WSB lately. This isn’t financial advice, of course, but… dump everything in GameSpot and let’s ride to riches like champions!!”

According to those familiar with the situation, r/WallStreetBet users were too uncomfortable to say anything to Briggs about his stock purchase.

“I’m the first to admit that we can get pretty hostile in this subreddit. We say some pretty, you know, offensively mocking things to people we think are stupid. It’s like a sick game to us and we love it. But this one… this one was just too sad for anyone to say anything mean,” said a WSB moderator who wished to remain anonymous. “We all saw the thread and were kinda just like, ‘fuck… good luck, buddy, I hope it works out.’ Just absolutely brutal shit. Completely sucked the fun out of calling people morons.”

“Hell, it’s not even smart to be buying GameStop at this point,” they added, “so it’s like double dumb. This broke me.”

At press time, Briggs was reportedly begging his parents to take money from their savings and invest it all in the American Movie Classics channel, thinking it was AMC Theatres.

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New Sober Hobby Way More Expensive Than Drinking Problem

BOSTON — Former drinker Mackenzie Stodd has fully shifted her addictive tendencies by committing all her free time and energy into the much more expensive pastime of rug tufting, her concerned friends confirmed.

“Without the mental and physical drain of alcohol bogging me down day after day, I’ve been able to explore my passion for the fiber arts,” said the 27-year-old marketing associate, who spent half of her week’s paycheck at JoAnn Fabrics and Crafts on Saturday. “Once I get better at using my brand-new tufting machine, I might even start selling rugs on Etsy. The joy of making beautiful things feels so much better than drinking ever did. But it does come with some of the same downsides — I’m still neglecting important relationships, I’m up all night until I pass out from exhaustion, and I really need to stop doing it while I drive.”

Stodd’s roommate Hector Munoz is proud of her commitment to sobriety, but admitted things may be getting out of hand.

“Every table in our apartment used to be littered with empty bottles of two-buck Chuck,” said Munoz. “Now every inch of our floor — even the bathroom — is covered with random shag rugs, most of which are half finished and already fraying. Also, isn’t yarn like, $5 per ball? Mackenzie has hundreds of those balls piled to the ceiling in her room. I had to cover her rent last month for the first time since her infamous Saint Patrick’s Day bender in 2019.”

Members of Stodd’s Alcoholics Anonymous group also have questions about her new obsession, and whether or not it is right for her.

“It’s pretty common to pick up new hobbies once you quit drinking — I for one started hiking and doing yoga,” said Stodd’s sponsor Riley Polanski. “But Mackenzie chose perhaps the least financially sustainable hobby there is, besides maybe horseback riding. It’d be one thing if she was good enough to sell her work, but from the looks of the four wall hangings she made me for Christmas, I’m pretty worried.”

At press time, Stodd was buying instant ramen for dinner after spending her weekly food budget on a rug tufting MasterClass.

Beautiful: This Guy Named Dan Just Met Another Guy Named Dan

Pete and Pete. The Coreys. Ed Edd n Eddy. Popular culture is rich with stories of people with the same or very similar name finding each other and making it work. For most of us, this is a fairytale, a wish to make upon a star. But for Dan Peters, the fantasy just became a reality.

Dan was having a perfectly ordinary morning. He woke up at 11:00 a.m, had some coffee and Chinese food leftovers for breakfast, and vaped some weed. By 3:00 p.m he was standing outside of his apartment waiting for an Uber to band practice, totally unaware that his whole world was about to change.

As a car pulled up Peters’s phone buzzed and he checked it to make sure this was his ride. To his astonishment, the notification read “Dan has arrived.” Peters would later recall confusion at that moment. “Dan has arrived?” he thought. “That can’t be right. I’m Dan. I haven’t left yet!” It was at that moment the driver rolled down his window and, on bated breathe, asked “Dan?” There were no words after that, the two men just instantly knew and cried for the better part of an hour.

Some moments are so perfect you couldn’t make them up if you tried.

As if this story wasn’t already unbelievable it turns out the Dans have more in common than just a name. They are both white men. They both enjoy craft beer and they BOTH consider themselves to be big fans of movies. They even both once considered trying to do stand up comedy but never followed through. It is as if they share the same soul.

Video’s of the Dans have been going viral all week. In one heartwarming clip, a napping Dan appears to be having a nightmare, and the other Dan curls up right next to him to comfort him. So adorbs! In another, both Dan’s seem to want the same small bit of rope, but as soon as one finally wrestles it away and does a victory lap around the room he’s right back in the other Dan’s face with the rope and they’re back at it. They just want to play!

Fun fact: A group of Dans is called a “dangle” of Dans.

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