Page 33 of our collection of absurdities.
An embarrassed dad reminisces about 1980s tabloids, where 'poof' was a pejorative headline, sex-crazed vicars were celebrities, and the age of consent was merely a suggestion for Page 3 models. He assures his son it was all the norm, even if he was only 13 and into 'older' women.
In a bold move for superior internet, Friso now hauls a massive roll of fiber optic cable onto his daily train commute, because apparently, 2026's public transport Wi-Fi is still a joke. He proudly claims this allows him to work more and get home a whole ten minutes earlier. Who needs efficient infrastructure when you have a personal internet lifeline?
Following a rather enthusiastic embrace of American-style conservative talking points, including anti-abortion and anti-woke rhetoric, Isabel Díaz Ayuso has now warned that Pedro Sánchez aims to confiscate firearms. Apparently, copying the US playbook isn't complete without a good old-fashioned gun panic.
The official Panini World Cup 2026 sticker album is here, and surprise! It features only stickers of Donald Trump and Gianni Infantino. Apparently, the usual country pages have been replaced with hundreds of images of these two global 'leaders,' because who needs national pride when you have presidential golf swings and FIFA handshakes?
Forget tactics; the Dutch football team's path to glory apparently involves a revolving door of goalkeepers, a daily red card offense, and consistently squeaking by with 2-1 victories. Analysts assure us this bizarre formula, which somehow still requires a last-minute penalty, is the surefire way to become world champions.
In a stunning display of diplomatic brilliance, Donald Trump has diagnosed the Israel-Iran conflict as a potential war, primarily because it's inconveniently overshadowing the upcoming World Cup. He urges them to cease hostilities until the final whistle, reminding everyone he's the 'best peace president ever.'
Former French Prime Minister Édouard Philippe is taking 'work smarter, not harder' to a whole new level, suggesting the French should continue their careers in the afterlife. He also wants to lower the retirement age to 82 and free child labor from the shackles of, well, childhood.
An Elvis impersonator, James Britton, has shuffled off this mortal coil in a decidedly un-King-like fashion, much to his widow's dismay. She had hoped he'd follow The King's path to the great beyond via a drug-fueled toilet incident, not just a mundane death in bed.
A Michigan man liquidated his retirement savings to open a craft brewery named 'Let's Circle Bock,' despite having zero brewing experience. Apparently, a clever pun is all the market research and skill required, as he now serves penny-flavored beer from a dilapidated Pizza Hut.
Aaron Lewis has apparently just discovered that Jesus Christ's core message was about love and social equality, and he's absolutely furious. Who knew a guy who preached turning the other cheek wasn't advocating for militant nationalism and is now putting the Messiah 'on notice.'
Phoebe Waller-Bridge is set to embody Jane Bond, bringing her signature witty neuroses and fourth-wall breaks to the franchise. Her vision includes Bond spectacularly failing, getting drunk, and perhaps a truly groundbreaking laser scene involving cystitis jokes.
In a move that proves "thinking outside the box" is apparently just "not doing the box anymore," United Airlines has decided to cease operations after realizing Spirit Airlines invented the concept of quitting. Apparently, all it takes is a little existential dread and a deep hatred for passengers to achieve this groundbreaking business strategy.
Our beloved Grandpa, bless his digital heart, has tried his hand at becoming an influencer with predictably disastrous results. His attempts at raising the dead involved car batteries and spontaneous combustion, while his Mr. Beast imitation led to people fighting for a car he didn't own. At least the cemetery groundskeepers got a workout.
Journalists descend upon a UK by-election, only to find that the locals they're interviewing are less concerned with fiscal policy and more with the price of Freddos. Apparently, the 'will of the people' sounds remarkably like a confused bloke outside Greggs holding a suspicious dog.
Apparently, training on fields that resemble a warzone was too much for Japan's soccer team, who have now fled Mexico. One can only imagine their horror upon discovering that 'soccer pitch' doesn't always mean 'perfectly manicured lawn'.
In a move that shocked absolutely no one, Donald Trump decided the NBA finals needed his fashion commentary, demanding Jalen Brunson ditch the basketball uniform for a suit. Apparently, the sight of a grown man's knees is a national security threat.
In a culinary revelation that shook the influencer world, Kylie Jenner was reportedly informed that her beloved nachos originated from Fat Joe. The sheer horror of discovering a snack's humble beginnings must be overwhelming.
Because nothing screams 'childhood development' like learning to forage and build makeshift shelters, Playskool's 'My First Hobo Camp' is here to equip tiny Californians for their future cardboard box homes. Finally, an educational toy that truly reflects the state's 'opportunity'!
In a moment of pure audio chaos, Argentina's national anthem was replaced by Ninel Conde's hit 'Bombón Asesino' before a match. The bewildered players debated whether to salute or shimmy, proving that even football anthems can get a spicy remix.
A fundamentalist church is apparently hell-bent on scaring children straight with a Vacation Bible School theme that warns, 'Demons Are Out To Get You.' Clearly, their idea of a good time involves more eternal damnation than marshmallows.
The NYPD's latest strategy to combat terrorism at the NBA Finals involves a rather peculiar incentive: doubling the price of assassinations. One can only assume this is meant to deter criminals with exorbitant, yet surprisingly specific, protection rackets.
Forget dinosaur bones, paleontologists are flocking to Coahuila after election results revealed specimens so ancient, they were thought to be extinct. Apparently, some political species just hibernate through democratic meteorites and resurface, proving that some things are more stubborn than a fossilized PRI.
FIFA Director Gianni Infantino assures fans that the World Cup will truly capture their attention once the first deportations begin, promising it will be the 'best ever' with teams potentially ending up in custody.
Monterrey is apparently so embarrassed by the Tigres stadium that they're covering it with green mesh and even building fake alpine scenery, all so tourists think they've landed in Texas.
Sweden's World Cup promo video shows them arriving like Vikings, only to discover Nuevo León's true treasures: beer, cabrito, and loud norteña music.
Apparently, the Hot Sale at Polanco's Antara Fashion Hall led to a heated discount negotiation that escalated into a full-blown brawl between Sephora staff and customers.
In a stunning display of candor, Donald Trump clarified that while he promised many things, a 'livable country' was never on the ballot, suggesting voters should have known better.
California reminds voters that they have a whole month left to cast their ballot for an election that already happened last Tuesday, proving efficiency is just a suggestion.
Young Adrian is having a follicularly-challenged morning, lamenting that his 'do' isn't quite hitting the cruciferous mark. Perhaps a nature documentary is in order.
In a stunning electoral upset, Spencer Pratt has achieved a voting record previously thought impossible, surpassing even the most pessimistic predictions. Apparently, the people have spoken... very, very negatively.
Sources confirm that a local fashionista's perpetually stylish attire is less a statement of her career and more a permanent fixture of her indolent existence. Her outfit is on point, her productivity is not.
Feeling a twinge of guilt? Fear not! This groundbreaking guide offers revolutionary techniques for brain surgery, ensuring your moral compass is permanently offline. Who needs ethics when you have a tidy neural landscape?
Overwhelmed by an abundance of Gabriels and Louises, a French kindergarten has resorted to assigning unique numbers to each child via bracelets. Parents are divided: some find it efficient, while others question the point of picking names at all.
In a groundbreaking display of journalistic priorities, ABC newspaper buried the news of Florentino Pérez's Real Madrid election victory in a tiny corner, sandwiched between a hair loss cure ad and an article on seasonal allergies.
Forget ultrasounds, a new British method uses computational models to determine a fetus's gender by analyzing its future salary. Apparently, womb-dwelling economists are already figuring out their retirement plans.
Dutch football manager Dick Advocaat reportedly gave a rousing team talk to Curaçao, questioning if they were facing Aruba or a kindergarten class. One can only imagine the tactical genius that followed.
After the wind did its usual thing and wrecked his latest masterpiece, artist JR decided his art needed more structural integrity. His new plan? Encasing the Pont-Neuf in concrete, because why just decorate when you can build a whole new bridge?
After hanging out with real estate moguls, Smokey Bear has 'evolved' his stance on wildfires, deciding they're not *all* bad. Apparently, destruction has a 'nuanced role' in healthy ecosystems, especially for those who profit from it.
Scientists have successfully transplanted pig foreskin onto a circumcised man, offering hope for 'terminally circumcised' individuals. Sadly, the new appendage only lasted 93 days, proving some things are better left au naturel.
In a groundbreaking study on marital relations, one man decided to give kissing his wife a try. The results are in: it's still a thing people do.
In a world where robotaxis are the future, Spain's army is still struggling to recruit, perhaps they should consider automatic soldiers? Also, Princess Leonor's parachute jump and the Catholic youth trend are discussed, because why not.
Apparently, Pedro Sanchez is the king of cool, at least according to a poll taken at a music festival. Forget policy, who has the best vibe for the youth vote?
In a stunning display of military logic, an entire platoon met their maker by forming up right after a missile strike. Apparently, 'the Army way' of counting heads involves becoming one with the dust.
Turns out RFK Jr. milk is not a health elixir, but a gastrointestinal nightmare. Who knew milk produced by a politician's body could cause such... a reaction?
A Dutch snack bar owner has ingeniously introduced 'dynamic pricing' for his fries and other goodies, meaning prices fluctuate based on demand. Prepare to pay premium for your frikadellen during peak snack attacks, because if Harry Styles tickets can surge, why not your herring?
In a stunning display of self-absorption, a French MEP nodded off during a live TV interview after talking about himself for two minutes straight. He woke up 19 hours later, claiming the power nap invigorated him for his presidential ambitions, before promptly falling asleep again.
Researchers have declared 22 the prime age for phone ownership, bafflingly suggesting younger brains are too fragile and older ones too scammable. Apparently, at 22, you're perfectly positioned to waste your life scrolling, but at least you might get rejected on a dating app like a normal person.
Spain's tourism board is rolling out the welcome mat for Brits eager to laugh at the displaced elite who can't make it to Dubai this summer. Come, witness firsthand their despair over subpar skyscrapers and the lack of gold-leaf cappuccinos, it's the ultimate schadenfreude vacation!
Apparently, Madrid's strict noise regulations are so deafening that even the Pope's holy pronouncements would be drowned out. His Holiness, Pope León XIV, has to skip the Bernabéu because, bless his heart, he can't find a parish without a scandal. Priorities, you know.
Nation's bosses have decreed that the moment you sit down to do your business, that's prime time for a Teams call about something utterly trivial. Apparently, our last bastion of peace, the porcelain throne, is now just another office cubicle.
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