Newly Uncovered Gregorian Chant from 1592 Somehow Co-Written by Jack Antonoff

OURAY, Col. — Researchers at the Ouray Audiology Research Facility were equally thrilled and confused that a recently discovered Gregorian chant from 1592 somehow has a co-writing credit by prolific writer and producer Jack Antonoff.

“We thought it was odd that they included credits at all, but we were even more shocked when we saw Jack’s name. We knew this guy had his fingers in a lot of pies, but we never could have guessed his involvement in the music scene nearly five centuries ago,” noted researcher Megan Gutterez, whose jaw dropped again after she finished calculating royalties Antonoff has collected from the track. “He co-wrote the track with a monk named Hubb and several ghosts of the 1592 London plague. Sounds like a pretty stacked room, to be honest.”

Researchers also found notes from the session, which were written on tattered cloth so thin it was practically melting, that contained several other surprising details.

“Love the way the track’s coming together, but a little worried about clearing the sample, which is, of course, just parts of another Gregorian chant,” reads the text of a diary entry assumed to be in Hubb’s surprisingly gorgeous handwriting. “Jack has been a great addition to the team, even though he mostly just stares at a glowing tablet all day. Regardless, I’m excited to finish up and get this one on Soundcloud — which is when we look up and yell our songs into the clouds.”

Antonoff, who was writing a new Taylor Swift track with one hand, producing a Carly Rae Jepsen single with the other, and putting the finishing touches on a new Springsteen collab via blinking somehow, admitted he was surprised that this early work resurfaced.

“Oh yeah, that was a fun day. Good snacks too, mostly just various bison parts and a weird wine that tasted like warm Capri Sun,” stated Antonoff, who finished producing an entire new Lana Del Ray album between the start and end of that sentence. “It was really an honor to win a Grammy for the track, which in those days just meant they gave me a gram of slate to help build my family a chapel.”

At press time, researchers at the nearby Colorado Center of Ornithology were scratching their heads over the discovery that Antonoff also played a substantial part in writing the species’ very first bird song.

I’m “Jessie’s Girl” and I’m Here to Say I Don’t Know Who Either of Those Guys Are

Okay, this is important, everyone: I’m the girl from “Jessie’s Girl,” and I’m here to say that I don’t know who either of those guys who were talking about me are. I’m super freaked out by all this.

I was in the supermarket the other day, just doing regular grocery shopping, when I heard it. From the first moments of that distinctive guitar riff, hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Something about it just resonated with me, and not in a good way. Then, when the singer started talking about his friend getting a girl and wanting to make her his, I realized: this song is about me. I’m “Jessie’s Girl.” But what really creeped me out was that I have no idea who this “Rick Springfield” or his so-called friend “Jessie” are.

Now I feel like I’m constantly being watched. Who knows how long this Rick and Jessie have been watching me? Have they been following me? Any two men could be them: the guy in skinny jeans and puffy jacket moping around my house, the man in the poorly-fitted double breasted suit and white sneakers who I saw dancing in an alley, even the dog I saw sitting by itself in a nearly deserted movie theater. I don’t trust that dog.

I can’t rest. I can’t sleep. I walked by a brick wall the other day, and someone had messily spray-painted “JESSIE’S GIRL” across the whole thing. I nearly vomited. I felt like I was in a horror movie. I’m even beginning to see things. Last night I was so restless, I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face and when I looked in the mirror, for a second, I could have sworn I saw a skinny guy in an a-shirt playing guitar behind me. I screamed so loudly the neighbors came to check on me.

And the thing that worries me the most? These two guys don’t even seem to like each other, at least according to that fucking song! If these two are supposedly friends, but one of them is constantly working to undermine and betray the other, what might they do to me? It’s terrifying.

I’m so worried, I can’t even stay at my apartment. I’m too scared to be alone. For now, I’m going to go and stay with my friend Stacy’s mom. There’s sure to be no creeps there.

Police Academy Graduation Reminds Students It’s Been a Long Hard Six Weeks

CHICAGO — Cadets of the Chicago Police Academy were reminded of the exhausting six weeks of training they endured in order to become full-fledged police officers, sources at the graduation ceremony confirmed.

“When I first decided to enroll at the Academy, I didn’t realize that I would have to dedicate upwards of four hours a day, for nearly 45 days, in order to achieve my dream of swinging my dick around,” said new graduate Todd Moore. “There were two entire days of nothing but listening to lectures before I even got to fire a gun. I can’t tell you how many times I snoozed off while some wack lib type was talking about ‘de-escalation’ and ‘being a guardian, rather than a warrior.’ This was easily the most grueling experience of my life. The only thing that was even close to this was the eight days I was suspended from my high school football team for killing a bird with a golf club during gym class.”

Moore’s cousin Chuck Richards was in attendance, and said he was happy to finally have a family member that can get him out of speeding tickets and parking violations.

“It’s amazing that Todd made it all the way through training,” said Richards. “His whole life, he’s had problems focusing on anything long-term and frankly, his grades were shit in high school because he spent most of his free time picking fights with kids that lived in a foster home at the end of his block. And he has a real hair-trigger temper, so it’s especially impressive that he managed to go a whole six weeks without attacking an instructor, like he did in sophomore Biology.”

“I remember his first day of training,” added Richards. “I had just gotten a haircut and as I saw him up there on stage graduating, it made me think I’m about due for another. Six weeks is really something, you know?”

Sergeant Dan Withers sympathized with the graduating class.

“Those cadets worked damn hard,” said Sergeant Withers while deleting body cam footage. “There is a lot of talk about ‘police reform’ these days and it makes me sick. The critics don’t realize that six weeks is almost one third of a football season. I’m just glad that these fine young men and women can take to the streets knowing they have all the training they will ever need, except for maybe a weekend seminar if some dumbass resists arrest and gets themselves killed.”

As of press time, Officer Moore had arrested a Black man for jaywalking within 37 minutes of beginning his first shift, a new precinct record.

We Sat Down With Some of the Other Guys From NIN, Because Who Knows, One of Them Might Be My Dad

Nine Inch Nails have had a historic career. We could talk about their music for days, but I was never a fan. My mom spent her younger days in the Cleveland music scene, so growing up hearing about how great they were all the time turned me off.

When an opportunity to talk to Trent Reznor landed on my desk, I said no, because he sucks, but it opened a door I’ve waited way too long to walk through. I’m convinced one of the eight other Nails is my dad. My mom has hinted at it over the years, and there’s no way she landed Trent. So I sought the other guys out to get the dirt.

First, I tried touching base with James Woolley, but it turns out he died, so we met with Richard Patrick, who agreed to the interview if he could talk about Filter. Nobody wants to read that article, so we moved onto Chris Vrenna, longtime touring drummer, who kinda maybe has my chin?

The Hard Times: I know you spent lots of time in Chicago, but you started playing with Trent in Cleveland sometime in the ‘80s. Those must have been some wild times.

Chris Vrenna: Haha, Yeah I guess you could say that.

I must know, do you remember a Stephanie Shield?

Sounds familiar. Was she in a band we played with, or…?

Let’s just say she kept busy back then. Did you have a lot of groupies?

I wouldn’t use that word, no. I mean don’t get me wrong, they were pretty crazy times! I was young, free, and-

Do you remember having sex with one around mid-November 1993?

That’s pretty specific, but ’93 was a big year for me, so probably.

Let me look at you for a minute.

Um, okay…

Was your mom’s dad bald?

Never really met ’em.

How’s your heart? Any issues with high blood pressure or diabetes in your family? Allergies?

I’ve kept my temple pretty clean lately.

Where have you been for the last 27 years?

All over. Toured with the Nails. Worked with all the greats of our generation.

My life was too empty to have that much fun.

Ah, I guess that’s how NIN came into your life.

More like came in my mom’s life.

Okay. I kinda thought this was going to be about my music career?

Right, no, of course. Let’s talk Type O Negative?

Tight band.

Is that your blood type?

I…

You ever put on eyeliner and destroy machines when you’re mad?

That was Trent’s thing.

Shit, do you have his number?

I don’t think he would ah… no, no I don’t.

Hugs?

My Uber’s here.

I need a hair sample.

Glad you enjoyed the songs… Take care!

Wait, let’s just play catch and see how it feels okay? It’s not weird, I do this with all my interviews! Les Claypool, hell of a catch player! Chris? Can you hear me? Chris?

Vaccinated Woman Celebrates with Rock Bottom Standards

DENVER — Local woman Caitlin Baker recently celebrated her fully vaccinated status by dropping her dating standards to an all-time low, concerned friends and family confirmed.

“Dating this past year has been so hard. In addition to watching all my friends in happy relationships quarantine with their stupid partners, I’ve had to completely reevaluate my screening process for potential dates,” said Baker while blindly swiping right on Tinder. “I thought I had low standards before the pandemic, but now it’s truly ‘anything goes.’ Before COVID, I at least tried to date men with jobs. Now I’ll consider any guy even if he’s almost 40 and still wears band shirts, has a Hinge account, and gets all his news from Joe Rogan. No car? No apartment? No problem.”

One of Baker’s dates, Justin Kulp, said he has benefitted from the sudden drops in standards.

“Yeah, dating during the pandemic has been a little weird I guess,” recalled Kulp. “For a while we couldn’t have dates in bars, and I had to wear a mask sometimes. I thought I’d never get laid again. But now the girls I’ve been going out with seem to keep getting hotter, and I haven’t had to do anything. I’ve had multiple dates with gorgeous women and it’s all because a deadly pandemic made them realize how short life can be, and that being alone is actually worse than being with a guy whose gums bleed every time he drinks coffee.”

Willingness to sacrifice standards for the sake of post-pandemic dating is not uncommon, according to public health nurse spokesperson Miranda Newsom.

“The American people are horny and ready to return to their pre-pandemic promiscuity levels,” said Newsom. “We in the healthcare community would like to remind everyone that, although the vaccine is excellent at preventing COVID-19, it does not prevent any sexually transmitted infections or unintentional entanglements. We urge Americans to continue using protection during sexual encounters and to return to their pre-COVID date screening processes. We don’t want anyone to end up in a relationship with someone who was supposed to be a celebratory booty call.”

At press time, Baker was overheard telling her best friend that she’s excited for a date this Friday night with a man who was juggling in his profile picture.

Opinion: Take It From Me, a Fictional Strawman Invented to Score Political Points: It’s Time to Get Back to Work

Listen, everyone. We all know this last year of Covid-19 quarantine has been tough on everyone, and those extra hundos in unemployment have been helpful. But take it from me, a fictional strawman invented to score political points: it’s time for us to get back to work.

Speaking as a hypothetical American citizen whose only opinions are those of a Congressperson eager to gain political capital, enough is enough! As members of a hard-working, productive society, we need to pull ourselves off the teat of government assistance and rebuild! Sure, an extra $300 a week may have helped put food on the table and barely staved off eviction while a deadly pandemic swept the planet, but I can assure you that there’s nothing like the deep satisfaction of clocking in at a minimum wage job.

That’s not something I’ll ever have to worry about, by the way. As an imaginary character without a name, background or any financial needs, I’m all good.

But I get it! A lot of workers out there might be nervous that without Covid-19 benefits that are being allowed to expire shortly, it will be more difficult than ever to stay safe. According to them, the best way to help staunch the spread of Covid is to make sure that citizens have the economic ability to stay out of crowded workplaces, minimize interaction with strangers and remain healthy and secure. And as a construct whose only opinions are those carefully crafted by speechwriters to maximize political longevity, I counter them with this:

That’s dumb. Everything is okay. Just go back to work. It’ll be fine.

When my great-grandfather, another imaginary person who immigrated here from a non-specific country, first came to America, he came to make sure that politicians always had someone to use as a cheap talking point. And he spent his entire non-life being utilized for manufactured anecdotes about what the “working man” wanted and what “good citizens” desired, which was to be used as cheap expendable labor until they collapsed. And you know what? He was proud to do it!

And just remember: the most important thing here is to make sure people wealthier than you never have to be inconvenienced in any way. In the end, that’s what America is all about.

Matt Skiba Starting to Regret Alkaline Trio Tattoo

LOS ANGELES — Veteran musician and Alkaline Trio founder Matt Skiba reportedly wishes he hadn’t gotten a prominent tattoo of his former band when he was younger, close friends confirmed.

“You know, back then I really thought this would be my number one band for the rest of my life,” said Skiba, who joined Blink-182 in 2015, replacing longtime member Tom DeLonge. “Make no mistake, there was a time and place where those were the songs that spoke to me. But now this tattoo represents a younger version of me, one that drank a lot and barely ever cracked a fart joke. I listen to some of those lyrics now and I’m like ‘damn, I can’t believe I thought this was cool.’ We all grow up, I guess.”

Members of Blink-182 confirmed they have seen Skiba mature in front of their eyes.

“When we met him years ago on the road, he used to bring up Satanism and substance abuse constantly, which was definitely pretty intense, but he had this way of making it palpable,” said bassist Mark Hoppus. “These days though, he just makes armpit farts and sings inside jokes with us. He’s a totally different person now. He’s no longer writing songs about wanting to murder women and bury their bodies in the river, he’s writing songs about how girls are crazy and jerking off horses. So I can see why he’d want to get some of his more embarrassing tattoos removed that remind him of his youth.”

Many tattoo artists have seen an uptick in appointments made to cover up or obscure Alkaline Trio’s trademark logo, which depicts a skull inside of a heart.

“Oh sure, I’m covering up those Alkaline Trio heart skulls all the time. Usually I only have to cover up Brand New or Morrissey tattoos, but I think people get to a certain age and realize this Alkaline Trio stuff has run its course,” said Sydney Pitts, a tattoo artist at Barton Ink. “I was probably banging out about 10 of these in a week back in the early 2000s. My entire apprenticeship was practically those things and Heartagrams. That little heart and skull has been good for me and my family.”

As of press time, Skiba had begun a coverup tattoo of his own, incorporating the Alkaline Trio heart logo on his forearm into a larger piece that reads, “I (heart) Being in Blink 182.”

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Squidward Sought in Mass Shooting Incident at Krusty Krab

BIKINI BOTTOM― Longtime cashier Squidward Tentacles is the lead suspect in a mass shooting at the Krusty Krab which left one employee dead and a restaurant manager in critical condition, law enforcement officials confirmed.

“We’re dealing with a very sick individual here. Someone who has been pushed too far. This was one of the worst scenes I’ve ever witnessed. The place was a bloody mess. One victim just kept screaming ‘my leg’ while he was wheeled out on the stretcher. The place was so shot up that we first thought there were multiple shooters. Then we realized the gunman had multiple arms,” said Sergeant Daniel Surstromming of BBPD. “We have to consider Mr. Tentacles very armed and dangerous. There was such anger and spite in this attack, I can’t see how this will be his last.”

While many residents were shocked, local lifeguard and weight lifter Larry the Lobster wasn’t surprised.

“I knew that asshole was going to break eventually. Every time I went in that place, the guy wouldn’t shut up about how terrible life was. I just wanted a damn Krabby Patty, not a sob story from some arty cephalopod dickhead,” said Lobster. “Real shame. I used to come in here after benching some serious weight, before I went out on the town to shed my shell, if you know what I mean. Guess I’m moving the party elsewhere.”

Bikini Bottom Community College Sociology Professor Julie Scrod expressed concerns that the town could see an uptick in these types of events.

“Sadly, we could have seen this coming. This town has long done very poorly with mental health. The fact is that the ocean is getting hotter, pollution is suffocating us, and food is dwindling. The people on the edge are going to start falling in,” said Scrod. “We’ve run such a punitive system that we’ve skipped out of the necessary work that it takes to give people options. Did anyone think to ask Mr. Tentacles what made him so angry? If only he’d had a friendly neighbor to turn to.”

Captain Surstromming was unavailable for further questions as Mr. Tentacles had reportedly taken a local starfish hostage.

Homemade Pipe Man’s First Apple in Decade

CHICAGO — Local stoner Lukas James accidentally tasted his first apple in over ten years last week after using it to construct a homemade smoking device, sources concerned for his nutritional wellbeing confirmed.

“It was pretty crazy,” said James. “I couldn’t find my piece anywhere, so I remembered how we all used to make pipes as kids. I carved up the apple, brought it to my mouth and then BAM! I was hit with this flavor sensation I could never have imagined. It was sweet, kind of like a watered-down Arizona Arnold Palmer, and crunchy, but not crunchy like how Takis are crunchy. Who would have thought that fruit actually like, tastes good?”

This phenomenon is not entirely uncommon, according to nutritionist Diane Seisman.

“The majority of the average American’s fruit consumption is accidental, and that number rises dramatically among stoners,” reports Seisman. “Typically about four to five ounces annually, most of which can be attributed to garnishes in cocktails, pastry toppings, and certainly home crafted marijuana paraphernalia. Pipes are a great first step in reintroducing the concept of fruit. Edibles have also been an excellent way of sneaking nutrition in with recreational marijuana. Throw a handful of raspberries into a pot brownie, chase it with a Bloody Mary, and you’ve almost got what would qualify as a balanced meal.”

Equally surprised by the recent lifestyle change was James’ roommate, Eric Mendoza.

“I’ve been living with Lukas for about two years now and I’ve never seen him purchase a single piece of produce, or any food that’s not beige, for that matter,” Mendoza reported. “I guess for a while he was really into Toaster Strudel, but that was as healthy as he got. I’m pretty sure his body has learned to metabolize vitamin C from Starburst, so this is a really big deal. I hope he doesn’t have a reaction or something.”

At press time, James had made a one-hitter out of a baby carrot, a water bong out of a pineapple, and was “even thinking about eating some, maybe tomorrow.”

Beyond Vietnam: 3 Other Times Ted Nugent Got Out of an Obligation by Shitting His Pants

The Thin White Duke. Aladdin Sane. Ziggy Stardust. None of these nicknames describes Ted Nugent, a man primarily known for his chest-thumping patriotism, as well as that time he shirked his patriotic duties and publicly shit his pants to avoid Vietnam. However, this wasn’t the only time Nugent resorted to debasing himself in order to escape an obligation.

There’s nothing more American than getting out of something you don’t want to do by any means necessary. Here are three stories of rock star Ted Nugent shitting his pants.

1. The Time He Was Accused of Being a Pedophile

While Nugent has written many timeless classics, including “Wang Dang Sweet Poontang” and “Yank Me, Crank Me,” one catalog standout is the early ‘80s hit “Jailbait,” a 100% real song in which Ted Nugent sings about wanting to have sex with underage girls. Nugent has been accused of preying on children many times, even admitting to it on “Behind the Music.” And Ted also nearly met his maker after being confronted by the father of one of the girls subjected to his pedophilic advances. When the father threatened to stab Ted, Nugent immediately started crying “Wah, wah, I can’t be a pwedophi-uhe, I too young. Me baby. Change my diapey, Daddy.” Nugent then churned apple butter in his camo shorts and sucked his thumb until the father left.

2. The Time with the Bear

Ted Nugent is famously a huge fan of bow hunting deer. Because what’s more manly than shooting defenseless herbivores in the neck from over 120 feet away? However, during one such “Nuge Dude” excursion, the Motor City Mad Gentleman bit off more than he could chew when he was attacked by a bear. Nugent’s keen cowardly instincts kicked in and he immediately shit his pants. When that failed to generate any sympathy from the apex predator, Ted dropped to his knees, shouting “I’ll suck your bear dick, bear” while making kissy kissy noises. The bear, an animal not particularly known for its emotional intelligence, was so embarrassed by the entire incident that he just sort of shuffled off and refused to discuss what happened with the rest of his den.

3. The Time on Stage with Then-President Donald Trump

President Trump and Ted Nugent were great fans of one another, with Trump even briefly nominating Nugent Secretary of Agriculture during a Sudafed bender. However, the two had a falling out after a 2020 rally in Michigan. As everyone knows, Trump would famously cap off his drug- and spite-fueled rally rants by screaming, “Here’s what I think of the Democrats!” and absolutely blowing out his pants with shit, much to the delight of hundreds of cheering fans. But Nugent so happened to be on stage this particular evening, and had just eaten, like, 12 Coney dogs. What followed was a veritable poop chute chess match as two of the all-time great self-defecators attempted to outdo the other by firing off the most impressive and presumptuous butt burrito. The bum slug stalemate finally ended after a pale and exhausted Trump passed out into the orchestra pit, with only a four-foot-high pile of his own dookie bombs to break his fall. Historians believe the incident single-handedly lost Michigan for Trump.

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