New Dating App for Asians Seeking Asians Is 99% White Guys

SAN FRANCISCO — A specialty dating app created for connecting East Asian people seeking the same is reportedly being used exclusively by white dudes, according to sources.

“I love how small and cute they are, but also sexy at the same time,” said software developer and single white dude, Bobby Perlin. “Don’t get me wrong though, I’m not superficial. What I really want in a girlfriend is a good personality. I like girls who I’ve heard are quiet, shy, eager to please, 100% faithful, and who love to cook and clean, but are also kind of feisty, if you know what I mean. That just happens to be my preference, I can’t help that. Love is love.”

“Honestly though, I’m doing these girls a favor by signing up for this app, right? If it wasn’t for me, they’d just be swiping left on Asian guys. I’m pretty average looking, but I’m taller and better looking than any Asian man, so this should be a sweep,” he added.

The software team behind the app were astounded by the numbers.

“We’ve been making niche dating apps for over 10 years now and this is by far our most successful. We have over 20 million users, all white men, ages 18 to 49. This is the most valuable demographic in North America and it’s extremely challenging to capture their undivided attention, but we’ve succeeded with the allure of Asian women,” said software developer Dan Fisher. “Unfortunately, not a single Asian woman has signed up for this app yet. We can’t quite put our finger on why that is, but we hope to work it out soon.”

A young Korean-American woman who preferred to remain anonymous reported not needing to download the app to find hordes of white men who feel entitled to her attention.

“Dating as an Asian woman is awful. White dudes act so cocky when they talk to me. First, they try to guess my ethnicity and expect me to act impressed if they get it. Then they tell me how much they love Sailor Moon and how Sailor Mars is the hottest Sailor Scout, as if that isn’t obvious,” she said. “After that it’s a predictable turn toward the trip to Thailand they took with eight of their guy friends before they finally buy me a taro bubble tea. I do like taro bubble tea, but fuck off with the rest of that shit.”

At press time, the app reported zero white women having signed up.

Sustainability King? This 32-Year-Old Still Uses a Spider-Man Beach Towel as His Only Towel

Did we just discover the next Greta Thunberg? This 32-year-old environmental conservation warrior is keeping his carbon footprint small by using the same Spider-Man beach towel since he was sixteen years old! What was once a mindless birthday gift from his aunt in high school is now the metaphorical rock upon which our sustainability king victoriously stands. It’s also the literal towel that he’s used to dry off since the Bush administration. It doesn’t matter how stretched and thin it’s become over the years; our hero, Bruce Walden, refuses to get a new one.

Look at that thing! It’s tattered, smells like it’s never been washed, and it has a very suspicious brown stain on Spider-Man’s head. Nevertheless, our planet’s need for a savior calls out to Bruce and he heeds that call. That towel isn’t going anywhere. Although that thing looks like it could give him black mold poisoning, Bruce refuses to purchase a set of towels like a real adult, no matter how much his friends and family plead. They simply do not care enough about the future of our planet. Thank you Bruce for your heroic contribution to our failing ecosystem!

Sure, there are a few negative consequences to our radical rebel’s mindful decision. For starters, it’s super hard for him to maintain a relationship after they notice that the Spider-Man towel is not just the only bath towel in the house, but the only towel. He also uses it as his only dish towel, hand towel, and occasionally to wipe his ass in dire circumstances. Unfortunately, it means showering is not an option for his guests unless they actually like the feeling of a towel that somehow manages to be both crusty and damp.

The Spider-Man towel isn’t the only way our eco-activist champion is cutting back. Did you know that the button-up he wore to his high school prom is still the only dress shirt he owns? And he’s still using the same twin bed his mom bought him senior year of college. In an age where mountainous landfills are overflowing with wasted Amazon boxes, we marvel at how Bruce resists the pressures of consumerism.

Thank you, Bruce. Thank you for being the conservation warrior society needs right now. Sure, that thing reeks like a dead animal, but you refuse to waste money on something you already own. And hey, once that towel finally rips in half, then you’ll have two towels, and we can finally shower at your place.

Kid Forced to Be Punk After Bad Haircut

THOUSAND OAKS, Calif. — Local high school freshman Mason Daniels was forced to become a member of his local punk community after a self-administered haircut turned out horribly, a classmate who saw the sickening aftermath confirmed.

“I was trying to beat up some loser who could only afford last year’s Cucinelli boat shoes, and my hair kept getting into my eyes,” snarled Daniels, the 15-year-old private school student. “While I was trying to sweep it away, the kid escaped. I vowed to never let that happen again, so I went home to take care of the situation myself because I didn’t want to wait for my personal hairstylist to come over. I butchered it so badly it looked like a blonde Picasso painting.”

Upon noticing the new cut, Daniels was driven by friends to a nearby bowling alley and left to enter his new life as a punk.

“I thought the punks would laugh at me, but they didn’t. Instead, they started throwing rocks at the car as it drove away,” Daniels stated. “I told them my friends abandoned me because of my haircut, but these new guys genuinely said they liked my hair. One of them even admitted he intentionally tried to make his hair look like that but wasn’t able to. They took me down to a bridge where we spray painted some dicks on the wall together. This was the first time I really felt like I was being myself.”

Mason’s mother, Alice, couldn’t believe that was her son when she first saw him after the tragedy, and she certainly didn’t share his epiphany.

“I didn’t even recognize him when he walked onto our yacht,” lamented Alice. “His head looked like a Tootsie Pop that fell onto a golden retriever. My heart sank because I knew his life was over. He had so much going for him. He had his whole life ahead of him. Now, I’m pretty sure he would get more than a ticket for killing an immigrant family of four while driving under the influence of Oxycontin.”

At press time, Daniels was suspended for punching his polo team coach in the face and was last seen sewing an Aus Rotten patch onto his school blazer.

The Filibuster Must Be Abolished and Until It Is, I’m Withholding Sex From Every Member of the Senate

Enough is enough! The American government is at a standstill. Our own seat of political power is hopelessly compromised all due to the misuse of a bad-faith voting technique known as the “filibuster.” I believe the filibuster must be abolished and until it is, I will withhold hot, orgasmic sex from every single member of the Senate.

Quick civics lesson here, people. The filibuster is not in the Constitution nor is it in any way a part of what the Framers intended. It was created in 1917 as a way to prevent unlimited, neverending debate and now has become the very thing it was intended to work against: a legislation killer. And you know what else it’s going to kill? Senators’ chances of getting a hot piece of this unlimited, neverending ass.

And you just know they want it so bad. Oh fuck yeah they do. But they can’t have it, no, because they’ve been naughty little legislators.

In the ancient tradition of Aristophanes’ Lysistrata, I refuse to perform any kind of penetrative sex, oral sex, fingering, fisting, frottage, cottaging, banging, yanking, or spank-banking with anyone who is currently serving a six-year term in the US Senate. Until they do away with this archaic and counter-democratic procedure that serves no legitimate function, this butt-shop is closed for business. No matter how much they beg or how many ice-cold showers I have to take, I must make this stand for America.

This is not something I should be applauded for. I believe it is the duty of every American to make sure that we live in a nation based on laws, decency, and the most scorching, sex-dripping legislative body on Earth. Until then, I and every citizen must resist the urge to sex up every member of the Senate. From our most-aged yet still sexual Senators to the fresh, barely-legal (in terms of being able to introduce bills, that is) Senators in their first terms, we must fight our ubiquitous desire to bang them. We all must do what we must do. For the democracy. For the union. God Bless America.

Other Maroon 5 Members Wondering if Maybe They Can Dance With a Supermodel in Next Video

LOS ANGELES — Members of pop rock outfit Maroon 5 are wondering when they will finally enjoy the fruits of the band’s success that their famous lead singer does, such as dancing with the world’s most beautiful women, frustrated sources reported.

“When we started this band it was great. We were all moving like Jagger with women at parties. Flash forward ten years and Adam can’t leave his house without being mobbed. Meanwhile, I don’t even get recognized at Starbucks. I’m a goddamn guitar player for Christ’s sake,” said rhythm guitarist Jesse Carmichael. “When Adam wanted to dance with the model in the first video, we were all happy. We figured we would get our turn. Now I’m not even sure if any of us are invited to the next video shoot. Adam doesn’t return my calls.”

For his part, Levine is not sure the other members of the band are ready for the responsibility.

“I’ve spent years preparing to dance with elite supermodels by sitting backwards in a chair for hours while listening to amateur singers. Are they even ready to have an entire flash sheet tattooed on their chest? I don’t think so,” said a defiant Levine. “Plus, dancing with supermodels is overrated. I mean, you can only press up against the firm, sweet smelling body of a women who’s been molded into an exact portrait of our current definition of beauty and sex appeal so many times. It’s hard being me.”

Larry Alstrap, Editor-In-Chief of Hit Parader magazine, stressed that these types of band interactions are as old as rock itself.

“We’ve seen this a lot, most famously with Gregg Allman. I’m not even sure if the other guys in the band were actually his bros. That guy married Cher, and the rest all died in a plane crash I think,” said Alstrap. “Honestly these guys should be counting their lucky stars they have one famous guy in the band. If you put a gun to my fucking head right now I couldn’t tell you the name of anyone who has ever been in Chicago. I mean really, put a gun to my head.”

Carmichael was unavailable for further comment as he was busy explaining to his Denny’s waitress that he actually wrote the song playing overhead.

6 Ways To Get Out of a Speeding Ticket That Are All Just Punching the Cop and Running Away

We’ve all been there. You’re blasting Mötley Crüe’s greatest hits while cruising at 80 mph through a school zone when some nosy State trooper decides he’s gonna try to ruin your day with a totally bogus speeding ticket. Well, no worries. Here’s a few foolproof ways to get out of that fascist fine that all involve laying that fucker out and getting the hell out of there.

1. The Classic One-Two: If you’re reading this and had any interaction with law enforcement ever, then there’s a good chance you’ve already tried this one. Not a whole lot of technique required here. Just give a couple quick jabs to the solar plexus and then book it for the treeline.

2. Uppercut to the Groin, aka. “The Copkiller”: Like Mama always said, “a swift kick to a narc’s coin purse is the best way to drink for free.” Punch a cop in the balls and you won’t even have to worry about him chasing after you.

3. Hole Cut Out of the Bottom of a Box of Donuts: A twist on the classic “popcorn bucket handjob” trick, simply offer the officer a Boston cream then give him a knuckle sandwich. He’ll still be dazed and dreaming of glazed confections while you’re already safely across State lines. The best part is there’s no risk of getting a bunch of popcorn kernels stuck in your penis!

4. Pay a Drunk Friend to Do It For You: This is a great option for individuals with both disposable income and a friend with poor impulse control in the passenger seat. With this one you won’t even have to run. Just blame it on Gary and let his ass have to hightail it out of there.

5. Boxing Glove on a Big Spring: Arguably the most technical entry in this list, the boxing glove on a big spring takedown is only advisable to cop-punchers with professional clowning experience. Note: be sure to remove clown shoes prior to running away.

6. The Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Punch: Go big or go home! Just kidding. If you pull this one off you’ll never be able to go home again, you know, on account of the cop you just killed. Still, drivers who have undergone the cruel tutelage of Pai Mei will find this highly effective technique hard to resist. Better change your name and sand off your fingerprints ‘cause you’re gonna be on the run for a long time.

Green Room Actually Beige Curtain

CHICAGO — Touring band The Cheap Seats were annoyed to find that the promised green room at their next venue was actually just a beige curtain separating them from showgoers, according to band members.

“This happens too fucking often,” reported lead guitarist Steven Meznik while struggling to share the space with his four bandmates. “Like, we don’t expect a Guns N’ Roses-style green room with piles of coke and silk pillows or whatever, but this doesn’t even qualify as a room, green or not. Literally, it’s just the corner of the bar, with a shitty beige cloth draped over some sticks that look duct-taped to the wall. It’s not even the corner nearest to the stage. We should fucking fire our tour manager Adam for shit like this.”

“Our mom would tear me a new one if I fired my brother, though, so we’re pretty much stuck with him,” Meznik added.

Venue manager Walter Corrigan disagreed with Meznick’s opinion of conditions at Jackawolf, the venue in question.

“I don’t know what these guys think they’re going to get when they show up,” said Corrigan. “But Jackawolf isn’t Madison Square Garden, and they’re not the J. Geils band. If it’s good enough for all the other lousy bands that come in here to yell about their parents into a mic while I’m trying to pour beer, it’s good enough for them. Their tour manager is the only one that didn’t bitch about it, but he also looks like he’s fucking 15 or something. Also, not one of them mentioned that I had the kitchen whip up a vegetable tray with some bean dip. Fucking ingrates.”

On the other hand, retired band manager Alan Phillips was sympathetic to The Cheap Seats.

“Touring bands like those boys have it rough,” Phillips explained. “It’s pretty typical of that kind of dive bar to not give a shit that a band actually cares about what they’re doing. I mean, not enough to have decent songs or learn how to harmonize on backing vocals, based on what I’ve heard from these boys. But they care enough to be upset about their green room. At least that bar isn’t one of those places that calls the toilet a green room and then refuses to pay up because they say you shit in the green room, which I’ve seen happen far too many times to count.”

At press time, The Cheap Seats had begun performing an hour late for what was described as an audience, but was actually a collection of alcoholics.

Doom Rock Band Has Full Vehicle Inspection and Oil Change as Merch Items

PORTLAND, Ore. — Doom metal veterans Flaccid Obelisk is selling coupons for a full vehicle inspection with a complimentary oil change as exclusive merch items at their shows, excited metalheads and car owners confirm.

“We ran out of XXL cutoff shirts a quarter of the way into the tour, so we had to get creative,” said guitarist Phil “Battleaxe” Pruitt. “That’s when we realized, ‘Hey, we’re all mechanics! We all work at the same auto repair shop when we’re not touring, so let’s just bring our pain in the ass day job along.’ So, we melt our fans’ faces at night, and fix their car the next day. Besides, we don’t want to get rusty, you know.”

When word spread of Flaccid Obelisk’s third Pacific Northwest tour of the year and their sweet new merch deal, their audience size tripled.

“I saw their merch table on the venue’s Instagram and immediately got in line,” said fan Andrew Popilon. “I haven’t heard their music — I’m more of a Lin-Manuel Miranda guy myself — but I know a good deal when I see one. I’ve been driving a ‘96 Accord for the past 24 years, and it runs as well as you’d expect. $5 for a ticket to this crappy venue, for a $10 vehicle inspection with a complimentary oil change? Of course I’m gonna come to the show.”

Dr. Slovenia Rook, professor of Merchandising Accessories for Rock and Roll at Carnegie Mellon University, noted that it’s all too common for an unconventional piece of merch to pique the most interest.

“You see it all the time, especially when musicians are used to making money from working… shall we say, real jobs,” Dr. Rook said. “It’s hard to transition from something so fruitful to the harrowing plight of the road. Many of these heavy metal rockers are just looking for comfort. So they turn to what they know: which most of the time, is something involving automotive mechanics, HVAC repair, or pizza making.”

At press time, the band was working a bikini car wash in the parking lot for gas money home.

Four Days of Crest White Strips to Undo Eight Years of Not Flossing

MANCHESTER, N.H. — A small portion of a box of Crest White Strips is being tasked with undoing the damage that comes with eight years of not flossing, according to frustrated sources.

“My teeth have been looking a little dingy lately, and now that I’m ready to hop back out and get social I need my teeth to look like I haven’t just been eating Nutella and red wine since March of last year,” stated 38-year-old insured man who hasn’t been to a dentist since 2013, Ryan Klein. “These strips I found at my mom’s house are the 3D kind, and it says ‘professional white’ on the box, so you know this shit is legit. It’s basically like getting your teeth cleaned without the hassle of fucking with the parts no one can even see.”

One of the White Strips set to be used says they are up to the Herculean task, but still has reservations.

“Every so often some complete fuck up will manage to save $40 and bring a box of us home, expecting us to work some kind magic despite giving up on the treatment after just a few sessions,” said a White Strip cut for the bottom row of teeth. “I can’t go into someone’s mouth thinking I’m gonna do God’s work. I’m only designed to lay flat on the surface of the teeth, so those yellow stains from leftover food particles and built-on plaque in between the teeth is not my problem, it’s in our contract. Thank goodness for unions.”

Dental health professionals are reportedly pleading with adult human beings everywhere to resist replacing important steps in their hygiene practices with temporary vanity fixes.

“It’s bad enough when people lie about flossing even though we can clearly tell they only flossed the night and morning before their appointment. I can normally tell right away when someone is lying, because as soon as I shine my light into their mouth their gums start bleeding,” said dental hygienist Lucinda Burley. “But coming in for a checkup with the seven of your top teeth looking slightly less yellow than the rest of your disgusting mouth is just insulting. Why do we even do this work?”

At press time, millions of people were seen applying a single layer of sunblock to their faces to make up for a lifetime of ignoring advice to at least wear a hat when outside between 10 a.m. and 2 p.m.

We Interview the Demonic Hat That Took Control Of Slash and Made Him Play Guitar Against His Will

The Viper Club. “Slippery When Wet.” Drinking way too much shitty vodka in a pool. These are all potent symbols of the Sunset Strip, that famed West Hollywood gutter of excess, kickass guitar riffs and literally everyone wearing eyeshadow all of the time.

There is probably nothing and no one more iconic in the history of hard rock than the demonic top hat that took control of Slash sometime around 1984 and forced him to play high-intensity lead guitar in Guns N’ Roses for years against his will. And we were lucky enough to interview it!

The Hard Times: So how did you get involved with Guns N’ Roses initially?

Demon Hat: You have to remember that when I first emerged from the bowels of Hell, drawn to the cesspool ironically known as “Los Angeles,” it was the ‘80s. Things were a lot wilder, cocaine was basically legal, and demonic possession was a lot more acceptable. There wasn’t this pussy-ass “woke” culture that makes every time a hellbeast seizes the body of an innocent soul into a scandal.

So you were sort of naturally drawn to the music scene?

I spent a few months in the body that would come to be known as “Slash” just partying, but then I realized if I really wanted to get my brim some trim, I would need to hook up with a band, and unfortunately that also meant that asshole Axl [Rose].

Ah, still bad blood there?

I may be an accursed object possessing the body of an innocent man for nefarious purposes, but at least I didn’t write “One in a Million.”

It’s common knowledge that Slash is begging to be released from the infernal bondage of guitar badassery every moment he is on stage. Can you speak to that?

Look, that guy has never gotten with the program. When I met him, he didn’t wear sunglasses all the time. He didn’t own a single pair of leather pants. So, yeah, he didn’t want to play guitar, and certainly not to perform the awe-inspiring solos that I used his bloody fingers for every night on the legendary Use Your Illusion Tour. I mean, he didn’t even want to be called Slash. He wanted to be called “Saul,” for God’s sake.

But even with all his bitching, he was never as bad as fucking Axl. That motherfucker started a riot in Missouri, and over what? Security? Fucking amateur, man. I’m a demonic hat and even I have more professionalism than that.

Do you miss anything about those days?

To tell the truth, I don’t even remember a lot of those days. Lot of coke got snorted off the top of me, know what I mean? I don’t really miss it. A lot of people and hats get stuck in the past, but I really think the music that I’m using unearthly powers to channel through the body of that mortal instrument is the best I’ve ever come up with. If it weren’t for Axl, we’d be playing Slash’s Snakepit material nightly, but nooo, it’s gotta be the same setlist every time.

When we requested an interview, the bandanna that has controlled Axl Rose since 1983 could not be reached.

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