Local Man Pretty Certain Nobody Can Tell He Also Uses His Mask as Napkin

LOS ANGELES — Local man Peter Thurman is pretty certain nobody can tell he frequently uses his COVID mask as a cloth napkin for yet-to-be determined reasons, disgusted sources confirmed.

“I’d be pretty surprised if anybody could tell,” Thurman stated through a ketchup and possibly curry-stained mask. “It’s like this pandemic may have changed our lives forever, but I found the silver lining. No need to call me brave, I’m no hero. I’m just doing what anybody else would in the same situation, even if no one else will admit to doing so when asked.”

Several diners at a local Arby’s say they could tell Thurman “was up to something” and acting erratically.

“That young man was huddled over in his booth eating a sandwich like some sort of goblin. In between bites his eyes would dart back and forth before putting his mask on and extensively ‘adjusting’ it,” said Margery Jenkins, active AARP member and local Arby’s enthusiast. “I may have poor eyesight at this age, but even I knew what that boy was doing. That one can ‘adjust’ his mask all he wants, but Jesus knows what he’s up to.”

Coworkers at first hesitated to acknowledge association with Thurman, but reluctantly corroborated these accounts and added further unsettling details.

“Yeah, it’s super obvious. He’ll come back from lunch with relish sprayed all over his mask and he’s always like, ‘I just sneezed, quit asking about it,’” said Mike Stevens, Thurman’s supervisor at a local record store. “Even if he was able to fool anybody, he won’t stop talking about it. He’s always like ‘hey Mike want to know a little secret?’ Like, no dude. Then he keeps saying ‘no need to thank me’ after telling me anyway. What the hell is wrong with that guy? We have free napkins in the break room.”

At press time, Thurman divulged “another secret to share with the world,” explaining that he had escalated to keeping little snacks stashed away in his mask for later.

Oh You’re a Gearhead? Name Three Worthless Things You Squandered Your Kid’s College Fund On

So you’re a gearhead, huh? You think you’ve got a sweet gear collection? Alright, if you’re so sure of yourself, then how about putting your child’s entire academic future where your mouth is? Name three of the most needlessly expensive pieces of equipment that you burned your kid’s college fund for.

What’s that? No response? You mean you’ve never once had to explain to your kid that he’s gonna be stuck going to correspondence college because you just bought a reverb pedal that costs the same as a mid-size pickup truck? Pffft, some gearhead you are. It’s like you care less about note resonance than your son’s lifelong dream of becoming a pediatric surgeon. Sort your priorities out.

You shouldn’t even be able to call yourself a gearhead if you’re not maxing out at least three credit cards a month buying new mini amp heads. Crippling debt is the centerpiece of any real gearhead’s collection.

It takes total commitment to be a gearhead. It’s a way of life. If you’re not willing to take out a third mortgage to invest it into your pedalboard, then you may as well go back to school to take your CPA exam you boring, fiscally-responsible fuck.

Like I told my son before he refused to talk to me for the last nine years, “Sometimes a vintage tube amp that doesn’t actually work can teach you a whole lot more than an Ivy League education ever could.” What those lessons are I have no idea, but seriously, check out this amp! It won’t turn on, but I’m pretty sure I’m only like three grand away from figuring out what the problem is.

Noise Musician’s Ex-Girlfriend “Totally Fine” Letting Break Up Ruin Noise Music for Her

EUGENE, Ore. — Local actuary Kelly Freeman reported that her recent breakup from noise musician Floyd Harrell has “completely ruined” the genre for her, but it will have no effect on her life as she never planned on listening to noise music again anyway, sources close to the relationship confirmed.

“This kind of thing just happens with all break ups,” said Freeman. “I still can’t watch ‘The Office’ without thinking about my college boyfriend who turned out to be a total asshole. The difference is I actually want to watch that show. Listening to a Swedish dude beat the shit out of himself over a car horn, a bunch of cicadas, and a baby crying is not something I’m going to miss.”

“I always thought noise music was bad,” added Freeman. “Now it’s just a different kind of bad. And that’s fine.”

Harrell has developed a similar painful association with the genre because of the breakup.

“I know that the point of this harsh noise wall record is that it’s supposed to be about nothingness and the void that is the modern condition, but I can’t stop thinking about her when I listen to it,” screamed Harrell over his stereo while throwing marbles at a trash can. “Listening to any kind of noise just hurts so much right now. But inflicting pain on myself was the reason I listened in the first place, so it actually kind of rules.”

For those close to both Freeman and Harrell, the breakup has affected them as well.

“It sucks that Kelly [Freeman] won’t be at our shows anymore,” said Ollie Mccullough, the other member in Harrell’s noise duo Wandering Uterus. “She was always fun to talk to between sets. And it’s always kind of nice seeing good looking people in the audience when you’re jamming. But it’s sort of a silver lining that she’s single now, right? I wonder how long I should wait before hitting her up.”

“Normally I wouldn’t do this kind of thing,” Mccullough added, “but it’s kind of slim picking out there for folks like me. And if she put up with one noise musician, my guess is she’ll do it again.”

At press time, Freeman was reportedly doing her best to avoid feeling sad by creating a playlist consisting mainly of Bright Eyes, The National, and Tori Amos because it helps her “feel nothing.”

Dinner Guests Blissfully Unaware Hosts Fucked on Table They’re Eating Off Just Half Hour Ago

NEW YORK — Attendees of a dinner party hosted by Jon and James Adler were ignorant that the couple had engaged in a raw, depraved fuckfest on the dinner table 30 minutes earlier, sources reported.

“Their dinner parties always take my breath away, but something about this meal just left me feeling satisfied,” remarked guest, Jeff Holloway, unaware James had ridden Jon like a bull inches from his plate the very same evening. “There was just this explosion in my mouth of flavor. Everything about the meal made my mouth water. They must have been using a new room freshener as well, it had this earthy, musky scent to it. They definitely knew how stuffed we were, too; they just kept sharing looks and giggling.”

Reached for comment, the Adlers stated that the incident was a spontaneous occurrence in the process of preparing for guests.

“We’d been so busy getting everything ready for the party and work this week, I guess we hadn’t really had much time for each other,” remarked Jon Adler, who railed James while wearing a dog mask on the exact spot his boss was showing other guests photos of her family. “We were getting the table ready and James made this ‘that’s what she said’ joke. I guess that just reminded us both it had been a minute since we were last intimate, because without even thinking, I just threw everything off the table and jumped all over him. We only stopped when someone rang the buzzer, so we cleaned as best as we could and got the party going.”

Experts stated that while the couple’s close proximity to food during the physical act was less than sanitary, they do exemplify a couple with a healthy sex life.

“I think for Jon to slap James in the ass while calling him a naughty cumslut on the dining table is a sign that this a healthy, working relationship,” stated sex therapist Dr. Ruth Westheimer. “In many long-term relationships, the spark often goes out. But in the case of these two, the fact that there is spontaneity and willingness to explore new sex acts and locations of the house show that they are still very much in love. If you look past the health code issues, and the completely ruined plate of deviled eggs, it’s quite beautiful.”

At press time, James Adler was overheard assuring his guests that dessert would be out in “just a minute” while Jon ate his ass in the kitchen.

Drum Circle Ruined by Every Participant

SAN FRANCISCO — A large drum circle in Golden Gate Park was ruined by each and every percussionist’s inability to keep a beat, understand rhythm, and maintain some shred of personal hygiene, multiple witnesses confirmed.

“I finally got to visit San Francisco and stroll around this beautiful park, and those people ruined my vacation. Hearing that crap was one of the most upsetting moments of my life, and I’m a trauma nurse at a children’s hospital,” said Silvia Chandler after sprinting three miles to escape the repetitive yet somehow unpredictable sounds of the circle. “I tried pleading with them to stop, but they ignored my cries. If anything, it only made them play faster and worse. There was a young woman in baggy pants dancing in the middle of the circle, and I’m afraid she might have a severe brain injury if she thought that ‘music’ was acceptable to dance to.”

Jonathan “Guava” St. Claire was one of the many participants in the drum circle and had a different view of the jam session.

“That was the most transcendent, spiritual, and cleansing jam I’ve had since yesterday evening’s jam. We were all just so dialed in; pulsing, throbbing, like a swarm of beautiful honeybees with bongos taped to their wings,” said St. Claire in a fog. “We live in such a divisive world right now, but it’s amazing to see that everyone, whether young or old, rich or poor, can have such a visceral response to the magic. I saw multiple people screaming with joy. One guy was so overcome with source energy he started throwing punches at someone grooving on a paint bucket. Powerful.”

The head of percussion studies at Oberlin College hopes to educate the public enough in order to eradicate drum circles by 2030.

“The percussive arts are given a bad name when you pull together dozens of people with fried brains banging on conga drums with no sense of timing, or understanding of what is going on around them,” said Professor Michael Rosenthal. “If these people showed up and just started blowing into a flute they’d look like lunatics to most people, but for some reason drum circles are accepted. I’ve been trying to get legislation passed in the Ohio Senate to end drum circles in public, but so far they’re more interested in restricting voting rights.”

A new study by a leading veterinary institute shows that dogs exposed to three or more drum circles a week are more likely to show outward signs of depression and attempt to jump off bridges whenever given the chance.

American Fencing Academies: Are They Adequately Preparing Our Children for Real World Sword Fights?

In today’s highly connected and ultra competitive world, parents want to give their children every advantage possible. As anyone who’s ever seen a Tarantino movie can tell you, sword fighting plays a major role in nearly every aspect of modern life. We send our children to high-end fencing academies to give them the sword skills they’ll need to overcome the challenges they’ll face as adults. But have American Fencing Academies lost touch with how bladed combat applies to the real world?

If you sit in on a modern-day youth fencing class (which you can do, and they have to let you in) you will see students engaging in one of three forms of combative choreography: the foil, the épée, and the sabre. While these dueling dances are impressive, they bear little resemblance to the highly stylized, ultra violent katana fights that erupt in the shady warehouses and boardroom meetings of today’s major corporations.

The problem extends beyond competing in the corporate world; it’s an issue of survival. Go ahead and poke your head into a local youth fencing class (you have a legal right to be there, and if they threaten police action, call their bluff). Our children spar on a points system, being awarded anytime their blade makes contact with an opponent’s body. Then, at the end of the match, they shake hands. It’s a nice system, but unfortunately, that isn’t how it goes down in the real world.

In a street situation, blade contact is replaced by full-on stabbing and “points” are replaced by staying alive. Imagine your child running afoul of a highly thematic sword-wielding street gang, or a rōnin who had one drink too many. Push come to shove, they’d be dead before they could say “En garde!”

The problem may stem from an overemphasis on safety. Walk into the locker room of any youth fencing class (it is your right as an American to be there, and if a security guard interferes you can uppercut them with zero legal repercussions). Notice the full-body beekeeper-like outfits everyone is changing into. They’re supposed to be for safety, but see how long it takes to put one of those things on. Why would an attacker allow their mark a full 5 minutes to put on a literal suit of armor? That’s just bad attacking.

The fact of the matter is that our modern schools of fencing are woefully unequipped to prepare our children for the many literal battles they will face. If the government is not willing to intervene, then at the very least they should stop arresting the “trespassers” who are just trying to make a difference.

Music World Shocked to Realize Violent Femmes Not Canadian

MILWAUKEE — Shockwaves were sent through all of music fandom when the world realized Canadian folk punk band Violent Femmes are in fact not Canadian but American, despite everything observable about them, fans and journalists reported.

“I was listening to ‘Add It Up’ and decided to check their Wikipedia article to see what province they’re from, and fuck me sideways, they’re from Milwaukee! Which, to be fair, is basically the U.S.’s Little Canada, but still,” said longtime fan Melanie Rankin, who similarly believed that Canada is the only country where it’s legal to manufacture acoustic basses. “I don’t know, just everything about them screams whiteness, an undefinable type of whiteness that doesn’t really exist below the 49th parallel. They have a song called ‘American Music.’ If they’re really American, shouldn’t the song just be called ‘Music’?”

Music journalists experienced crises of identity after being so egregiously wrong for decades.

“It’s a sobering reminder of why you need to fact check. I’ve written so many Violent Femmes reviews praising their work and Canada’s championing of creative artists that now look pretty stupid in hindsight,” admitted Rolling Stone music reviewer Jacob Langley. “But seriously, can you really blame me? I could swear that I’ve seen photos of them in Ottawa Senators jerseys, throwing back shots of maple syrup with Bruce McCullough. Where did that come from?”

Violent Femmes frontman and primary songwriter Gordon Gano is reportedly very tired of having to remind the world that he and his bandmates are American.

“Come on everyone, we go through this every few years. Why is this so difficult?” demanded Gano, who refused to produce a long-form birth certificate proving his American citizenship. “We are all American. I don’t even like hockey, I’m more of a NASCAR fan myself. Isn’t it obvious that our angsty incel anthems are distinctly American? Canadians don’t have that unearned sense of entitlement nearly as often. Don’t get me wrong — most of the time I wish we were Canadian, politically speaking. But we’re not. So please get your facts straight, or kiss off.”

In the aftermath of this discovery, many music fans reportedly took comfort in listening to the experimental noise-metal music of Russian project Boris.

Photo courtesy of Wikimedia.

Report: Friend has Weirdly Small TV

WASHINGTON — Local punk Dave Murphy has a weirdly small TV which is causing great confusion, concern and disappointment in his social circle, according to a recent report by friends who were asked to come over.

“I know he’s a pretty low key guy but there’s gotta be some kind of story here,” said recent guest Kyle Palmer. “As far as I know, his job pays decent enough. He’s not rich, but there’s no way anyone can live like this, especially cause I know he doesn’t have a TV in his bedroom either. My sister had a 13-inch Sony Trinitron in her room that was bigger than that thing, and this was in 1993. I think my toaster oven is bigger than his so-called TV.”

The report went on to explain that the minimum acceptable size for a television is 32 inches and anything below that is a “fucking choice,” especially if it is the only TV in the residence and the owner consistently invites friends over for pizza.

“I can’t imagine owning a TV this small and being happy. Life is full of highs and lows but coming home to this every night must wear on you whether you’re conscious of it or not,” said friend who streams everything these days, Frank Norton. “It’s not even like we ever watch anything at his place but still I just worry for him, like is everything okay? It doesn’t make sense for such an otherwise normal guy. Is his house a museum?”

Sources close to Murphy have remained silent on the subject of his lousy home entertainment setup until now.

“I feel so validated by the report that came out. When Dave and I started dating, I thought he was in the process of moving or something, but when I realized he didn’t aspire to own a nice TV to actually enjoy, it was a major red flag,” said ex-girlfriend Natalie Small. “I didn’t end things with him because of his TV; I’ve dated guys with small TVs before. But he could have at least disclosed this beforehand, so we could talk about trying other things, like watching stuff on my laptop, or leaving things open so I could go watch TV somewhere else sometimes if I want to. It just seems selfish.”

At press time, everyone in Murphy’s life was scrambling as he suggested watching a big game at his place.

WebMD Article on ADHD Boring

DUBUQUE, Iowa — A WebMD article explaining symptoms and treatment options for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder is reportedly “boring af,” according to sources who are also trying to watch “Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” right now.

“My doctor suggested that I might have ADHD and recommended that I do a little research into it to see if anything resonates, but all this shit is dry as fuck,” said Zachary Chan as he clicked to another of his 30 Chrome tabs. “If WebMD wants people to read their site, they should add videos or a picture or something. Like a picture of a guy furrowing his brows, or a meme about a monkey scratching his head in a cubicle. What website is just words nowadays? WebMD, your content is weak.”

Hypochondriac Maya Ward says she’s not even worried about having ADHD, and will not be looking into things any further.

“I didn’t even make it through the symptoms list. At first I thought that was probably a good sign that I had ADHD, but then I realized that this page just sucks,” Ward explained. “When I browse other WebMD pages, I’m terrified because there are so many terminal illnesses that present with common symptoms. But ADHD symptoms aren’t just common, they’re vanilla. Plus, they apply to pretty much everyone. You’re telling me everyone doesn’t open Instagram after forgetting they just closed Instagram? Come on. Try harder, bitch.”

Clickbait content writer Rick Hernandez says he’d be fired if he wrote an ADHD article like this.

“Where’s the sizzle? Where’s the drama? This article is just a list of facts. No one wants to be spoon-fed facts, they want to read stories about ADHD in children who flunk out of school and end up in juvie. They want to read stories about dysfunctional adults with ADHD who can’t hold jobs or relationships and self-medicate with illicit drugs. They want to read about how ADHD messes with your sex life,” Hernandez explained. “I mean, are people with ADHD able to fuck because of their manic energy or really bad at missionary cuz it’s so boring? That’s what I want to know. That’s what the world wants to know. Doctors can’t write content for shit.”

As of press time, site users said the WebMD article on codependency was “a good article and I hear what they’re saying, but the delivery was a little harsh, honestly.”

We Sat Down With the Last Guy Who Still Calls People “Hipsters”

The early 2010s were a much simpler time. People didn’t eat and breathe divisive politics, guitars could be found in mainstream music, and “Jersey Shore” had just kicked off the golden age of anti-heroes. But if the pleasures of mainstream culture weren’t enough for you, you often were the brunt of the decade’s favorite insult: “hipster.”

Today, hipsterdom has diffused itself into most aspects of modern life. Suburban moms order matcha and St. Vincent is an answer on “Jeopardy!” In modern times the word itself, much like the deeply ironic creature it’s used to describe, has become utterly obsolete.

But not to Derek Mallard, a 34-year-old forklift operator in Butte, Montana. He is still convinced hipsters exist, can be identified, and should be mocked. We sat with him to get down to the bottom of his delusions.

The Hard Times: Hi Derek. As of this morning, you’ve posted on Twitter 6 times this week expressing your disgust towards “hipsters.” What is a hipster to you?

Derek Mallard: It’s these fucking annoying-ass 22-year-olds who go to Coachella every year to get high and dance to bands no one has ever heard of, then act like they’re so elite for doing so.

Did Coachella even happen last year? And the last time we checked, the previous headliners were Rage Against the Machine and Frank Ocean. Not exactly obscure acts.

Whatever. They just sit there and drink their pine needle shit IPAs that no reasonable person actually likes.

Really? Because in 2021, IPAs are the second-most popular type of drink sold after hard seltzers.

Ok, fine. But hipsters are most annoying when it comes to music. It’s all these dipshit wannabe musicians who get some offset Fender guitar and plug them into like forty rustic-looking pedals, pluck one note, and call it a song. They absolutely killed the guitar industry because no one wants to play real music anymore.

According to an interview with Fender’s CEO Andy Mooney, the guitar manufacturer had their highest selling year in 2020, even despite the pandemic. Are you sure you aren’t just being crotchety because some parts of one really annoying subculture are now mainstream?

I don’t know, man. The world is changing so fast and I can’t find my place in it. If I lose hipster bashing, I lose myself. Please don’t make me confront the cold reality of my own identity. What does it all mean? I’m so alone.

There, there. We think you’re going to be okay. …Are you crying?

Yeah but, like, ironically.