Fake News is very much like drunkenly booking accommodation. You hope for the best, but you know that it’s going to be very bad indeed.
Welcome back once more to the shores of yore. This week, we travel to Hawaii in the search of fake news. And daiquiris. Many many daiquiris.
The Internet is an unkind, stupid place. Why would we care about Jared Kushner’s gender, Fox Sports’ stand against a knee, or a horse’s moustache. I fear history will judge us.
Welcome back once more to far flung reaches of the Fake News galaxy. Yes, everything looks strange to you, but it’s rude to stare.
Once more into the breeches of Internet filth, my fake friends. This week we speculate on milky chocolate leaving the milky way, and the dangers of organic moustache growing.
Welcome to the Jurassic Park of spurious internet garbage. It’s true what they say you know, Fake News does move in herds.
After Hurricane Harvey swept through Houston, most of the rubbish that lined the streets was rumour, hearsay and outright lies. So, in order to dig up the truth, we’ve brought our sturdiest gumboots.
Welcome back to the off pork pie that the internet has heated up for us. A woman lost a battle against a rubber band, an imaginary friend didn’t exist and we discovered the source of Trump’s power.
Welcome back to the land that truth forgot. Dare you gaze at the glittering fake news jewel? See it shimmer. Do you dare believe Donald Trump’s Dad was a Klan member, or that a religious theme park was destroyed by schadenfreude? Do you?
Welcome back to our weekly sift through the rubbish dump of Internet detritus. This week, we investigate the claims that Barack Obama’s true legacy was leaving cockroaches in the White House.
This week we celebrate the forefather of fake news, by nitpicking many Trump things. That, and whether you can take an alien bride or not. I know you’re curious.
Does anyone remember the Internet before it turned into a skin bearin’, abuse slingin’, Trump promotin’ cultural wasteland? I’m asking for a friend.
You ain’t supposed to be ’round here, boy. Me either, to be honest. My car broke down and now I’m stuck here. By the way, have you heard the one about Reddit and the missing testicle?
Consider this an accurate representation of purgatory. A library of information, but it’s all false. Except for Buzz Aldrin’s unchecked nerd rage. Can confirm.
Each week we dredge the bottom of the pit, in order to find ourselves. Or something. A dog became mayor, sexist science ruled and the fidget is en fuego. But which is true?
Sifting through fake news for meaning is like playing Russian Roulette; you wish each turn to be your last. Welcome back to the fun place – this week, starring Steve Jobs!
Welcome to the wrong side of the Internet tracks. This week we scope Bernie’s new ride, how people solely live off air and the importance of remembering your sanity, alongside your pin.
I love the smell of spurious articles in the morning. Hail the weekly slog through the detritus of “news”, featuring The Simpsons making another Trump prediction and a woman fined for a dank meme.
Welcome to the land that taste forgot. A land of deadly fidget spinners, racial equality and extremely light beer. Why? Each week we’ll be plumbing the depths of fake news to see if any measure of truth can be found within. That and it passes the time.