Well, it’s Christmas. Almost. So, as is tradition, it’s time to roll out the barrel, hang those roaring chestnut fires and look for truth in Fake News. Yay. I think.
Each week we sift through the internet in order to discover the truth in the lies. Why? Well, because we hate ourselves. So, did Elon Musk delete Facebook, or what?
Once more we trudge through the mire of Fake News. This week, we find truth caffenated meat, Ellen’s biggest scam ever and Pharrell Williams going meta on Donald J. Trump.
Fake News is the chocolate claw machine at the Leagues Club. You hope for the Toblerone of objective fact, but you invariably end up with the Turkish Delight of abject disappointment.
Yes, the internet lies. But does it lie all the time? This week, we attempt to find truth in the claim that Barron Trump is a whiz at chess and if the jeans that mask your farts actually work.
Fake News is very much that the family house you grew up in, the one that’s now a petrol station. The one with ghosts, spiders and Donald Trump in it.
Welcome to our usual dance around objective truth, as we attempt to find meaning in the lies of the internet. This week, it’s Coconut Oil and a lying, pants-less bear.
Fake News is that person that uses the urinal next to you when the bathroom is deserted. That guy. This week, we investigate the relationship between Donald and Aretha and other clickbait nonsense.
Fake News is much like bacon sizzling in a pan. Except there’s no pan, and the bacon is made of lies, and you’ve got gastroenteritis. You know?
It’s a particularly private analysis of Fake News this week, as we examine your intelligence, your lifespan and the size of your breasts. Sorry.
Fake News is a strange beast. It should be studied, then erased from the Earth. This week, Buzz Aldrin confirmed a long-running conspiracy…to a child.
Fake News. I don’t like the way you’re looking at me. This week, we chase the truth of a thrown tennis ball, a culinary sensitivity and the rattlesnakes taking the best spots at the pool.
Fake News, the boulevard of broken links. This week, a deliveryman delivered street justice, Melania Trump asked Twitter to save her, and coconut water became the lifeblood of us all.
I love the smell of falsehoods in the morning. Welcome to another rancid, steaming serve of Fake News. Just wash your hands afterwards. With Bleach.
Fake News is very much like stocking a library with books you’ll never read. You think you look smart, but everyone knows you’re actually dim as fudge. Sorry, Dad.
Donald Trump making it easier to buy guns, Barack Obama’s Black Panther cameo and a lunar hoax that smells very distinctive. Welcome to the fourth circle of news hell.