Local Man Only Able to Express Emotion Using “I Think You Should Leave” GIFs

Posted on by Trevor Graham

PEORIA, Ill. — Local 43-year-old Dan Reynolds lost the ability to verbally communicate with loved ones and is only able to quote or use GIFs from the Netflix sketch show “I Think You Should Leave,” sources who don’t even want to be around anymore confirmed.

“Ever since that damn show came out I can’t get him to have a normal conversation. We went shopping to get him a suit and he came out of the dressing room in the suit yelling ‘There’s too much fucking shit on me!’ I was so embarrassed I just paid for his suit and left the store,” said wife Sara Reynolds. “And anytime I text him I just get GIFs as a reply. I asked him what he wanted for dinner and he sent me a GIF of that guy going ‘55 burgers, 55 fries, 55 tacos, 55 fries’ and then I asked what movie we should see and he sent another GIF that said ‘There’s a new Marvel out that’s supposed to be nuts.’ And that’s not even from the show but that fucking weird ass movie that guy is also in. This stupid comedian is ruining my life!”

Even though this odd behavior has been affecting all aspects of his life, Reynolds appears to be unphased or possibly even unaware of how people perceive his strange communication methods.

“We’re all trying to find the guy who did this and give him a spanking. It could literally be any one of us,” said Reynolds unprovoked. “I don’t have to sit here and be insulted like this. I’m just going to take as many suits as I can grab, get in that random hot dog car (RANDOM!) and drive back to wiener hall. You can’t change the rules just because you don’t like how I’m doing it.”

Social psychologist Lisa Chung says she has seen a rising number of middle-aged men who are only able to communicate with comedic GIFs.

“There seems to be a troubling epidemic for men of a certain age who cannot express themselves without resorting to the use of a GIF from something that only they seem to find funny,” said Chung. “Whether it’s something from a Tim Robinson sketch, or an episode of ‘It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia,’ or some old cartoon they watched as a kid, they think it substitutes for actual communication. It’s even more serious when one or more of them are chatting with each other and flood their text chains with nothing but sophomoric GIFs.”

At press time, Reynolds was seen having an actual conversation with a coworker telling them about his new shirt he got from a store called Dan Flashes which has apparel with “complicated” patterns. 

Dad Doesn’t Know Why You Can’t Be More Open-Minded About Being Close-Minded 

Posted on by Dom Turek

DENTON, Texas — A local father is left wondering, “Where did I go wrong,” after resigning himself to the grim reality that his 28-year-old son will not be adopting his family’s long-held close-minded attitude, sources related to the heartbroken dad confirmed.

“This mindset has been passed down from generation to generation,” said Jim Hodges, the bewildered father. “And to think the family namesake stops with my own son. I thought I raised him better than that. Where is the malleable, unquestioning ball of flesh I held in the delivery room the day he was born? Now, he barely laughs at my jokes about sexual assault. I bet that narrow-minded little shit didn’t even watch the YouTube video I sent him about Elon Musk’s plan to colonize Mars.” 

With radical talking points such as “sex trafficking is bad” and “women are people,” Hodges’ maladapted son has created an exceptionally hostile environment at family get-togethers. 

“Up until now, I assumed my dad’s disappointment in me stemmed from my inability to play sports or change a tire,” said Ian Hodges. “ I never imagined that his quiet, building resentment towards me had anything to do with my refusal to deify Donald Trump or subscribe to the notion that smoking a cigar is peak masculinity. Who knew my condemnation of genocide would be such a hot take? He would die if he knew that my email is set to automatically spam messages from him containing the words ‘manosphere,’ ‘America First,’ or ‘fake news.’” 

According to research, people under 60 are increasingly unable to open their minds to some of the most archaic, unenlightened ideals that have made America what it is today. 

“The numbers don’t lie,” said Hannah Logan, a disbarred sociologist and cultural critic. “We have found that people with the highest empathy levels and most intact brain activity are most likely to develop this kind of shortsightedness. In my day, you inherited your parents’ eye color, hair color, and political affiliations. These days, kids are using valuable energy to form their own opinions about world issues, when that energy would be better spent convincing themselves Bill Maher is a good guy.” 

At press time, Mr. Hodges was seen uninviting his son to Thanksgiving after learning he had recently donated $15 to Planned Parenthood. 

Ironic: Classmate Who Wore “No Fear” Shirts in Middle School Now Inordinately Terrified of Cities, Immigrants, and Trans People

Posted on by Steve Packosky

Remember your middle-school classmate Bryce Hepfeldt? He sat behind you in 7th grade Pre-Algebra and often entertained you with Stone Cold Steve Austin catchphrases and Jonathan Davis “Freak on a Leash” impersonations. Well, are you ready to hear something ironic? He used to wear “No Fear” shirts almost exclusively, despite the fact that he’s now terrified of cities, immigrants, and trans people.

Whoa!

That’s right! The supposedly fearless kid with phrases like “IF WE’RE KEEPING SCORE, WINNING IS THE ONLY THING” and “IF IT HAS WHEELS OR A SKIRT, YOU CAN’T AFFORD IT” emblazoned across his chest, along with the brand’s signature phrase, is now inexplicably terrified of every boogie man right-wing media has conjured for him! As a result, his completely irrational fear from Fox News’ laughably exaggerated crime reports on cities has him scared shitless of nearby Omaha, despite never having left his hometown of Bellevue, Nebraska. Not to mention his almost daily Facebook status updates demonstrating his absurdly misinformed views on trans people, in which he warns his loved ones of the supposed danger of having them compete in high school sports, despite him having absolutely no knowledge in the subject or even any apparent interest in athletics.

Man, he certainly did not grow into the intrepid warrior his wardrobe once suggested he would become!

Will Bryce ever heed the advice that was printed on his favorite shirts all those years ago, or will he continue pickling his brain with the preposterous bullshit the right-wing media ecosystem feeds him to keep him frightened, angry and engaged? Just last week, Bryce posted a video to his Instagram about his concern that “illegals” would somehow be skewing the results of the 2026 midterm elections simply by voting, so we’re unfortunately not optimistic. 

Given our country’s current state of shocking democratic backsliding (due in no small part to the lies constantly being fed to us by our elected officials and social media algorithms) Bryce may very well be a prisoner to his irrational fears for the rest of his life. We hope we’re wrong, and you may once again happen upon the gallant knight who used to sport the phrase “HOLD MY TROPHY WHILE I KISS YOUR GIRLFRIEND” across his chest, but only time will tell.

Bob Dylan Reveals Every Other Member of the Wallflowers Is Also His Son

Posted on by Steve Packosky

DULUTH, Minn. — Prolific singer-songwriter Bob Dylan revealed that every member of ‘90s rock group The Wallflowers, in addition to frontman Jakob Dylan, is also his son, surprised sources report.

“Oh, I was so proud of my boys when they made it big after releasing ‘Bringing Down the Horse’ back in 1996,” the elder Dylan remembered. “Obviously, they came from a very musical family, what with having me as a father and all. What’s really magical about it is that they all kind of naturally came to their respective instruments. Jakob started playing the guitar as a child, and I can’t remember a time when Rami wasn’t playing the piano. Greg originally played the guitar but switched to bass because Jakob already had that covered. I never forced music on any of them, except maybe the harmonica which they all rejected. I was actually kind of secretly hoping that they’d all become professional football players, but I guess I can’t complain with how things turned out.”

One of Dylan’s sons, Jakob, reflected on the situation.

“Oh, people don’t know that we’re all related? That’s weird,” said The Wallflowers’ singer. “The whole theme of our band is that we’re all from the same household, like The Partridge Family or Hanson. I just assumed everybody already knew that. What, they thought I was the only Dylan son who got into music? Come on, our dad is thought of as the best songwriter of all time. It wouldn’t make any sense for his offspring to not start a successful band together. I’m actually kind of disgusted with our fanbase for not being able to piece that together. Maybe we should call it quits.”

Fan Dana Anderton was surprised to hear the revelation.

“Oh wow, I had no idea they were all Bob Dylan’s kids,” Anderton reacted. “I remember when ‘One Headlight’ came out and it was a huge deal that Bob Dylan’s kid was the frontman for this hot new band, but I never heard that every other member was his son as well. Don’t they all have different names? Oh well, maybe they changed them for whatever reason. Honestly, this is pretty cool. I think I’m going to bust out my old ‘Godzilla 1998’ soundtrack and listen to their song ‘Heroes.’ I’ll just have to skip that awful Diddy song with the Led Zeppelin riff.”

At press time, Bob Dylan revealed that every member of Collective Soul is also his son.

Help! I Let Jesus Take the Wheel and He Drove Us to a Ska Festival

Posted on by Doug Kolic

I was never a very religious person until recently when my life of sin finally forced me to confront my demons. I was speeding down I-91, my body full of every substance known to man, when I looked up at my bloodshot eyes in the rearview and finally asked Jesus for help, and to take the wheel of my life. 

To my surprise, he actually appeared and said that as long as I believed in him, everything would be fine. That sounded cool, but the drugs pulsating through my veins made me paranoid that there might be some kind of a catch. And that catch, as it turns out, was worse than anything I could have imagined – he was driving us straight to a Goddamn ska festival. 

I should have known something was off when he told me all those times there were just one set of footprints were the times he had to “pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!” 

My life could finally be unshackled from my corrupted soul, and my inner torment would be turned into unabashed happiness. But if that meant having to go to a dork ass ska fest, fuck that noise. I tried to reason with JC by begging him to take us anywhere else and I’d do his bidding, but he just gently pressed his warm hand onto my heart and told me to trust him. I thought he was testing me to see if I had faith, but when I realized he wasn’t bluffing I thanked him for his heavenly guidance. Then, as he smiled and started to preach about love and forgiveness and shit, I opened my passenger door and jumped out.

Sure, Jesus stole my car and I broke 40% of the bones in my body from diving out of a Honda Accord traveling at 80 miles per hour, but the good news is that I didn’t have to listen to Less Than Jake. 

Maybe that was Jesus’ plan all along, to make me see what truly matters in this world, as I left our encounter with a bliss I haven’t felt in a long time. But then I realized my stash of coke was in my glove compartment and I’d never get it back thanks to him.

Several ICE Agents Horribly Disemboweled During Attempt to Deport GWAR Back to Scumdoggia 

Posted on by Zack Zagranis

RICHMOND, Va. — Several ICE agents had their internal organs forcibly removed during a recent raid on the Slave Pit, home of the extraterrestrial rock band GWAR, confirmed absolutely horrified sources.

“The band was in the middle of our weekly cocaine-orgy/seafood boil when these ICE chodes stormed the Slave Pit claiming we were illegal aliens and threatening to deport us back to our home planet of Scumdoggia,” said GWAR vocalist Blothar the Berserker. “Obviously, these jerkoffs had no idea who they were messing with. I grabbed one of these ICE guys and ripped his spleen out through his dick while the rest of the band went to work on the other ‘agents.’ Then we used their hollowed-out skulls as toilets because anyone stupid enough to fuck with GWAR has to have shit for brains.”

According to official reports, the failed raid ended up being one of the bloodiest massacres in United States history.

“It was truly horrifying, the level of carnage on display,” said Secretary of Homeland Security Kristi Noem. “Several ICE agents had their spines torn from their bodies and reinserted rectally. One agent was turned into a makeshift piñata, only instead of candy, GWAR filled his chest cavity with pornographic magazines and beer. Then two band members known as Jizmak Da Gusha and Beefcake the Mighty took turns beating the agent with their grotesque alien genitals until his corpse exploded, sending copies of Hustler and PBR flying everywhere.”

Meanwhile, prominent Democrat and vocal ICE opponent Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez defended the band’s actions.

“ICE is the modern Gestapo,” said Ocasio-Cortez. “They broke into the Slave Pit, with no warrant, and started trying to detain GWAR unlawfully. As far as I’m concerned, the band was acting in self-defense. Do I love that someone named Balsac the Jaws of Death stitched two ICE agents together using intestines and called it a human Catdog? No, of course not. But at the end of the day, no living being is ‘illegal’ and immigrants like GWAR only serve to enrich and strengthen our country — even if they are violent, drug-abusing space aliens.”

As of press time, the Department of Homeland Security was exploring other ways to deport GWAR, including deputizing the superhero ska collective The Aquabats in hopes that the group’s experience fighting monsters might give them an advantage against the violent Scumdoggians.

Opinion: Guzzling up the World’s Dwindling Fresh Water So I Could Prompt AI Engines To Generate a Video of Oscar the Grouch Farting Into His Own Dick Is a Dream My Ancestors Didn’t Even Know They Wanted for Me

Posted on by Samuel Abraham

While everyone is sounding the alarms about AI’s unregulated overreach by evil technocrats and the annoying rabble of eco-conscious peaceniks clutch their pearls about AI leading to “mass unemployment” or “dismantling the very fabric of our shared reality,” I offer a different perspective. One that’s rooted in a little gratitude for a change.

Consider this, dipshits. It’s 1644 in pre-colonial America. You’ve just spent five months preparing a single loaf of bread, building a fire takes an hour, and that’s if you even have dry wood. You’ve had fifteen kids in the last four years, but only two of them survived, and you’d love to read a book to pass the time, but unfortunately, you’re illiterate. Now what are you going to do? A whole lot of jack shit, that’s what. So, could it not be assumed that our ancestors, who so ruthlessly toiled for every possible element of survival, wouldn’t be happy for me to be able to prompt generative AI engines to personally make me a hilarious ass video of Oscar the Grouch farting into his own dick?

Do I not honor their efforts to seek a better life for their children and future generations by using the tools that modernity has blessed us with to entertain myself with shit like this? First of all, you haven’t even seen the video I made, so, judgmental much? I even edited it so that the fart creates a bubble like a backed-up fire hose from Looney Toons that’s just ping ponging back and forth between Oscar’s ass and through his wiener and into his tummy on a loop with a penny whistle sound effect. It’s goddamn hilarious. I know it would’ve brought tears of laughter to the eyes of my forbears, and that they’d be happy for me as I watched it again and again in safety and comfort.

Now, I know that the most common complaint from people is how much fresh water AI engines need to cool down their systems. First of all, prove it. Ever thought of proving it? Oh, you may say, “multiple reputable news services have long since proved it.” Yeah? Well, good for them, now you prove it. See? You can’t. 

Secondly, chill the fuck out. Ever seen a river? It’s full of water. That’s all the proof I need that everything’s fine.

While you all create shittier worlds for yourself in your mind, I’ll be sitting by the fire tonight beside a photo of my great grandparents, enjoying a clean glass of water and showing them the tightest video that they didn’t even know could exist in their wildest imaginations. Kiss my ass.

Punk Squirrel Stuffs Cheeks With Zyns To Prepare for Winter

Posted on by Sarah Cortina

GORHAM, Maine — A local punk squirrel known as Slip Nutz was found stuffing his cheeks with Wintergreen Zyn pouches in preparation for the cold season ahead, sources confirmed. 

“Nuts are out. Zyns are in. Wait. Write that down,” said the 15-ounce squirrel through cheeks full of nicotine. “Plus like, groceries are really expensive these days. Zyns are like $5 for 15. That’s two weeks of breakfast. Two weeks of nut milk lattes. And they help me stay focused too. They’re also just much better for you than walnuts and cigarettes if you don’t count the soreness in your gums. I need to have them stored away because winter is long and I can’t risk being a fiend asking for someone’s vape in the next tree over.”

However, some of Nutz’s friends, including Akorn Like The Band, have expressed concerns with his Zyn usage. 

“I mean, it’s concerning but also it’s the sort of thing that has also become one of my problems. I can’t bum smokes anymore because he stopped ripping darts and started putting those pouches in,” grumbled Like The Band. “Whatever happened to doing dip like a real squirrel? Plus, Zyns are so not punk. They’re for finance bros. He’s basically part of the bourgeoise now. Next thing you know he’ll be wearing one of those little vests and telling me to buy cryptocurrency. What are we investing for? Our lifespan is like two years.” 

However, Zyn’s marketing director, Chad Samuelson, is pleased with its new demographic.

“We’re excited to start this next chapter for Zyn, with our little furry friends and woodland creatures,” said Samuelson. “We’ve actually been marketing to squirrels specifically, trying to target them given their cheek capacity does allow for more Zyns than the average user. Plus they rip through college campus trash cans like crazy so we figured they would have a taste for them. We plan to roll out more squirrel-friendly flavors including Maple and Acorn in the coming months. Nutz said it! Zyns are in!” 

At press time, Nutz was seen telling his friends that swallowing a Zyn pouch is not that bad for you when compared to chewing tobacco. 

Confused Trump Deploys National Guard to Roku City

Posted on by Patrick Coyne

WASHINGTON — President Donald Trump announced yesterday that he had deployed the National Guard to Roku City, the fictional cityscape appearing in screensavers on Roku devices, confused sycophantic sources confirmed.

“I’m in the White House watching the biggest, most beautiful TV you’ve ever seen. The kind with a remote. And there on the news is the once great Roku City with monsters everywhere. Big ones, little ones, mechanical ones. It was a total disaster, folks,” the president explained during an Oval Office press conference. “And they’re all there, too. Cloverfield, Seabiscuit, I think I saw little Snoopy’s doghouse. Even the Wicked Witch of the West, remember her? Nasty, nasty woman. Tried to steal the ruby slippers. Frankly, I wasn’t going to sit by and allow Mecha Godzilla and Wreck-it Ralph to destroy the Baily Bugle any longer. So, I did what any strong leader would do. I sent in the National Guard to save Roku City.”

The National Guard, however, was less convinced by the president’s analysis. 

“I’m not sure if the president knows this, but Roku City doesn’t really exist. It’s… a fictional place. I mean, it’s not even a real city,” said Major Terry Caldwell, stationed at the base in Ohio. “The only thing we have are orders to send troops to a place that is entirely a screen interface. So far we’ve sent a few stills from the movie ‘Starship Troopers’ and that’s seemed to placate the president. But that’ll only work for so long. Are we supposed to send tanks through a streaming service? Maybe we should launch the troops on a really fast Wi-Fi connection?”

Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth noted that the “Roku City Offensive” is just the beginning.

“He wants to invade a lot of places,” Hegseth told reporters between conspicuous sips from a flask in his coat pocket. “He recently said we should send troops to the Shire to protect Hobbiton from ‘the dark forces of Mordor,’ and he’s very concerned about a supposed ‘Brexit threat’ to Narnia. We’re even looking into military options for a potential intervention in Jurassic Park after he saw a commercial about ‘unexpectedly aggressive dinosaurs.’ Basically, our entire policy is being dictated by whichever movie happens to be running on TBS that particular day.”

At press time, aides are attempting to convince Trump he did not die in a fiery explosion after the president watched that one scene in “Independence Day.”

Horrified Son Finds Dad’s Hidden Stash of 2000s Streetwear

Posted on by Jose Balderas

LOS ANGELES — Local 16-year-old Nigo Pastolero was horrified to find his software developer father’s secret stash of 2000s-era streetwear in their attic, sources verified.

“I was just trying to dig out some old magazines for a school project but when I discovered the Von Dutch trucker hats, a shirt that just said ‘FBI: Female Body Inspector,’ and something called Ed Hardy I thought maybe my dad had been living a second life,” stated the scared teen. “My mom said it was just his old stuff but I can’t imagine my dad wearing any of these weird shirts. Some had smiling bombs on them and others just all-over prints of diamonds. It’s honestly sort of childish. I thought my dad was a tech professional but I don’t know what to think of him anymore since I pulled a shirt that said a weird crossbones cupcake. Not to mention his jeans all had weird prints on the butt and crotch. Was it a sex thing?”

Father Ricky Pastolero was disappointed he wasn’t there during, what he calls, a crucial moment in his son’s evolution to explain and give context to his old keepsakes.

“My wife had been telling me to donate or sell them or just use them as rags for years but I wanted to have a day when I was going to take him up there and show him how cool I was in 2003 before I settled down and had a family,” relayed the 52-year-old father. “I wanted to sit him down and explain to him how important the Fairfax District was for streetwear culture. And how we would line up early in the morning and ditch college classes to cop the new The Hundreds collab or pleading with the guys at Diamond Supply Co. to let us sniff their new Nike SBs. It was a real moment in time that, I think, ranks up there with the likes of the Haight-Ashbury days.”

Mother Janine Pastolero is worried that her son might fear his father is keeping other secrets from his past.

“I know this is going to require some therapy,” said the mother of three. “Especially after I saw our son’s face contort in subtle ways every time his dad tried justifying why he had multiple pairs of glow in the dark shutter shades and trucker hats with ‘I Heart Boobies’ screenprinted on them. After his father was done explaining to him the difference between LRG Skeleton Hoodies he looked at me and asked ‘Why did you marry him?’ I’m still not sure how to answer that.”

At press time, Mrs. Pastolero was making sure all her scene girl clothes had been successfully incinerated in their fireplace and Mr. Pastolero was attempting to wear deteriorating BAPE sneakers.