Big Tobacco drowns smokers to decrease lung cancer deaths

By: CJ Fritz, soggy broccoli

On Monday, Big Tobacco rolled out its newest marketing campaign for smokers.

For years, scientific evidence has conclusively proved that smoking causes several types of cancer, especially lung cancer. In order to undercut the evidence, the marketing department of Big Tobacco has devised a way to reimagine how smokers die.

Each Friday afternoon, after eating steak donuts provided in partnership with Big Meat, members of the Big Tobacco marketing team convene with a group of smokers in order to collect “data” from passionate smokers.

Once all of the smokers have arrived, the marketing team begins taking them individually into a small bathroom. With gloves on their hands and bloodlust in their hearts, the team then ruthlessly drowns the smokers one by one.

After the last smoker in the group has been snuffed out, the marketing team goes out for beers. The company has branded the weekly event as #FuneralFriday.

Harold Binger, spokesman for Big Tobacco, celebrates the shift in data on smokers. “This is vindication for what we’ve said all along,” says Binger. “If you smoke, you’re more likely to drown than to die from lung cancer.”

When confronted as to why only smokers in Lincoln, Nebraska – where Big Tobacco is headquartered – have a higher chance of drowning than dying of cancer, Binger was dismissive.

“We are confident that we will begin seeing this trend in statistics across the United States very soon. It’s just a matter of hiring people nationwide who have great upper body strength and cold, dead hearts,” said Binger.

An anonymous satanic demon from inside the Big Tobacco marketing team states that, “Beforehand, I got a sense of accomplishment from seeing people slowly dying of cancer, but this is so much more gratifying. I love knowing that, when I watch the light leave their eyes, I’m doing my part to prevent lung cancer,” said the source.

 

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Op Ed: It’s Not Even That Cold

By: CJ Fritz, Horny Sandwich

How dare you. How dare all of you walk around with your coats and your pants in this weather. If you honestly think that it is cold you are pathetic. I have never felt cold in my life and all of you should be ashamed of yourselves.

I own exactly two pairs of shorts, one pair of cargo shorts and one pair of zip off pants. You might be thinking, but wait, zip off pants aren’t shorts! That’s right, dumbo. Except that immediately upon buying my zip off pants, I unzipped them and lit the lower half on fire.

Your Patagonya and Uggggs can’t save you from the eternal damnation of feeling chilly. Only once you wear flip flops comfortably in January will you be saved. God does not look kindly on those who shiver in the cold.

No one has ever been as not cold as I am. I’m not shivering, you’re shivering. My teeth are just chattering ironically.

When you return to Whitman ten years down the line with your fancy new coat and your shiny new pants, you’ll reminisce about how not cold I was.

Well, guess what? I’m still not cold…not even close. When I arrive at that reunion inevitably wearing a polo shirt with plaid shorts and slip-ons, don’t come crying to me about the weather because I promise you that I can’t relate.

I don’t want to hear that it’s two degrees outside. Temperature is a state of mind, just like my blue lips and my blackened fingertips. It’s all mental, and you pansies don’t seem to understand that.

With so much fake news swirling around, I felt the need to set the record straight. It isn’t even that cold, and anybody who claims that it is cold is an un-American, lying communist.

 

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Mortified vegan swallows gnat

By: CJ Fritz, Kitten Critic

Carmen Allen stares out the window of vegan juice bar Highway to Kale, casting her forlorn gaze across the bustling as she relives the tragic moment. She fiddles anxiously with a PETA stress ball (not tested on animals).

As Allen recalls, it was 3:45pm on Sunday when she left her house to jog to the vegan yoga studio, The Carrot Crevice. Dressed in running sandals and full-body spandex, Allen began her pilgrimage.

She had forgotten to eat her typical pre-jog snack of broccoli and radishes topped with grated brussel sprouts and human tears before leaving and could feel herself becoming ravenous.

“I was already preparing mentally to eat the shit out of some raw veggies when I got home,” says Allen. “Drool was pooling in my mouth and cascading down my chin as I ran. My sandals were starting to slosh with saliva.”

Highway to Kale goes quiet as sympathetic vegans listen in on Allen’s horror story. Allen sobs and stammers as she relives her nightmare.

“I- I- I opened my mouth to- to spit out the excess drool and- and- and, oh GOD!” says Allen. “And I swallowed a gnat.”

Screams echo around the juicery. Several vegans collapse to the ground, heartbroken.

“And the worst part is…it tasted fantastic” says Allen.

In the blink of an eye, a riot engulfs the juicery and Allen is decapitated by the enraged mob.

UPDATE: Despite several health code violations, Allen’s severed head now sits atop a spike on the counter in Highway to Kale.

 

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Man quits therapy, gets girlfriend instead

Three weeks ago, Kevin Nance was a normal shmuck seeing a therapist every week to work through his problems. Like an idiot, for months Nance was paying for local therapist Terry Jones’ expertise backed by Jones’ PhD in counseling psychology.

One day, while shelling out cash following a therapy session, Nance came to a brilliant decision.

After paying for the session, Nance informed Jones that he would no longer be needing therapy. Nance’s revelation stunned Jones.

“I was shocked that Kevin wanted to halt his therapy,” says Jones. “I mean, sure, he was making progress, but the guy is an emotional mess. He needs serious professional attention.”

After quitting therapy, Nance immediately changed his Tinder bio to “Just a dreamer looking for love. Big heart, bigger wiener,” in the hope of attracting a girlfriend.

Nance’s new Tinder bio attracted several suitors prepared to commit to Nance’s chiseled features and sterile personality.

Nance began dating his new girlfriend Tiana nine days after severing ties with his therapist.

“Tiana couldn’t have come into my life at a better time,” says Nance. “I was starting to feel the emotional burden of being out of therapy, but once I met Tiana I could tell that she will be the perfect woman to replace my therapist.”

“Tiana listens so well and is so in touch with her emotions,” says Nance. “Plus, I only have to put up with a couple dates per week in exchange for throwing gobs of my emotional feces at her so she can solve my problems for me.”

Nance claims that he does occasionally feel bad for having left his therapist in the dust.

“Sure, I feel bad for ditching Mr. Jones, but it wasn’t him, it was me,” says Nance. “Getting a girlfriend is so much cheaper than getting a therapist. It was nothing personal, just strict dollars and cents.”

Area man accidentally voices opinion on Israel

On Sunday morning, local man Gavin O’Neil was rushed to the hospital to be treated for shock and trauma.

According to witnesses, O’Neil had been attending brunch with friends at Bacon & Kegs when the topic of Israel came up without warning.

O’Neil, taken by surprise, accidentally voiced his opinion about the Israel-Palestine conflict. O’Neil has no actual knowledge of the conflict and isn’t quite sure if he could identify Israel on a map.

After being released from the hospital, O’Neil answered questions from The Wire while wrapped in a trauma blanket.

“I don’t know what got into me,” O’Neil says. “We were talking about different types of small hats and all of a sudden I was making claims about a two-state solution. I don’t even know what ‘two-state solution’ means.”

Judie Schwartz, friend of O’Neil and a known Jew, never expected Gavin to be the one to make a stand on Israel.

“Gavin is usually a pretty smart guy,” says Schwartz. “But even I don’t talk about Israel…I have no idea what’s going on over there. It’s all so icky. I’m more of a drink-wine-on-Friday kind of Jew, not a talk-about-Israel kind of Jew.”

O’Neil, who plans to spend a month away from work in order to properly recover, says that he truly regrets opening his massive trap.

On Monday, a city-wide protest against O’Neil broke out in Walla Walla, attracting 15,000 people to O’Neil’s home.

Signs at the protest included, “Gavin O’Neil Israeli stupid,” “Brunch is for day drinking, not politics,” and “This gives me ulcers, let’s change the subject.” When approached by reporters about what exactly was wrong with O’Neil’s comments, several protesters abruptly fainted.

Paramedics rushed to the scene and found that protesters who had fainted regained consciousness as they got farther away from reporters.

Birkenstalker nabbed by Feds

For weeks, the Birkenstalker has terrorized the Walla Walla community, leaving Birkenstock owners clutching their sandals tighter than ever. Dogs have stopped playing, children have stopped laughing, and the sun has stopped shining.

Since mid-August, the Birkenstalker has preyed on unsuspecting Birkenstock-wearers, luring them into traps by exploiting their love for all things granola.

On Monday evening, the community rejoiced after news broke that the feared Birkenstalker was finally brought to justice. At 10:54 pm, the fourth floor Jewett room of ultimate frisbee fanatic Danica Walsh was raided by federal law enforcement.

Walsh was found in possession of over 900 pairs of Birkenstocks in her room, each labelled with the date and location from which they were stolen.

Walsh, who is being rushed to trial as the community seeks an end to this sandal madness, employed highly specific tactics in her quest to deprive poor, innocent Birkenstock-wearers of their leathery foot paradise.

Several victims reported being approached by a very chill young woman. The woman, identified later as Walsh, would initiate contact while barefoot, holding a slackline and a frisbee.

First-year victim Scott Fischer recalls how Walsh lured him into her trap.

“This totally wicked chica came up to me and asked if I wanted to sling the disc for a little while,” says Fischer. “She threw me a sweet huck that went just over my head. By the time I went to toss her a sick hammer, she was gone.”

When Fischer returned to his dope hammock spot, he describes feeling panic wash over him upon discovering his beloved beige Birkenstocks were missing.

“I remember it like it was yesterday,” says Fischer. “One second we were frizzing, and the next second my best pair of Birks were gone…so not chill.”

Federal agents announced yesterday that each victim can expect to be reunited with their Birkenstocks by next week.

Local student can’t afford to burn belongings out of protest

Last week, Adidas CEO Trent Whitestick was embroiled in controversy after announcing that he prefers wearing boxers instead of briefs.

After catching wind of the shocking scandal, many Americans took to social media to show their disapproval of Whitestick’s life choices.

Many disgruntled Adidas customers and briefs-loyalists are now burning their Adidas gear in protest of Whitestick’s choice of genital support – or lack of support…I mean, boxers? Really??

According to estimates, nearly twelve billion dollars-worth of Adidas merchandise has been burned since the scandal broke.

Local student and Adidas-wearer Cameron Stephens attests that many of his friends have publicly burned their Adidas gear.

“Lots of my buddies have been burning their Adidas stuff as a protest recently,” says Stephens. “I’m as angry as the next guy about this whole thing, but my Adidas sweatpants are kinda the only pants I have that fit me right now.”

Stephens was devastated when he realized that he would not be able to burn his clothing in solidarity with the protest.

“As far as I’m concerned, briefs should be the only underwear option, period,” says Stephens. “But I’m a full-time student and this protest just came at the wrong time for me, financially.”

Stephens’ friends have taken notice of his unwillingness to burn his only good pair of pants.

“I get that Cameron needs those pants, but if you’re not willing to burn some pants in the name of briefs, then what do you stand for?” says Stephens’ long-time friend and briefs-wearer Jack Butler.

Stephens has pledged on Facebook that he plans to burn his Adidas pants immediately upon resuming his babysitting work this spring. He acknowledges that he must endure social exile until he finally sets his pants alight.

“There are consequences to our actions in this world. I am not above those consequences,” says Stephens.

I Am Part of the Resistance Inside TKE

By: An Anonymous Hero

The TKE house at Whitman College faces a test to its fraternity that threatens to bring the entire brotherhood crumbling down. It’s not just that women, queer and trans people, people of color, and people from working-class families are endangered by or excluded from TKE.

The test that TKE faces comes from a select few progressive demigods within the fraternity who are committed to making sure our frat only violates some, not all, human rights.

I am not some feminist liberal. I rip the bong. I shotgun hella brews. Yet despite my commitment to getting shitfaced with other straight white men, I also recognize that TKE may not be as chill as some of my brothers think it is.

Last spring, I successfully spearheaded a movement within TKE to prevent our “Thugs n’ Sluts” party from happening. I worked tirelessly, and in the end was able to have the party theme changed to “Gangstaz n’ Hoes.”

Do you smell that? That’s the scent of progress brought about by a cognizant bro, bro.

A select few modest fradders have taken an oath to solemnly protect the Whitman community when it is convenient for us, and I must say that we are doing a truly incredible job.

When my brothers suggested that we only allow hot bitches into our parties, I ensured that the glorious TKE basement remained open even to kinda hot bitches.

To this day, kinda hot bitches remain welcome at our sweaty functions.

To my independent classmates: don’t fear. I am the dark knight you have all been waiting for, and I will dutifully fulfill my obligation to occasionally protect you from my frat.

I ask for nothing other than admiration and sex in return for my humble heroism.

Area dog owners decry canine unpaid emotional labor

A crisis in unpaid labor is gripping college campuses across the country. Exploitative practices and unchecked privilege have led to the abuse of some of the area’s most important workers.

For 150 years, college students have capitalized off of canine unpaid emotional labor, and dog owners near Whitman College have had enough. After tensions cooled following the beginning of summer break at Whitman, tempers are flaring once again as students return to campus.

Dog owner Susan Adams says, “I just want to walk my dog five feet without a student crying over poor Spot and unloading their stress on him. He’s not a therapy dog, he’s a schnauzer.”

Over the last academic year, Adams, who founded the local Canine Communist Workers’ Union, estimates that Spot endured 100 hours of emotional labor and comforted 600 sobbing students without receiving so much as a “thank you” or a few dollars on Venmo for his work.

A group of Whitman students interested in going into business have started Students Against Workers’ Rights, aiming to ensure that canine laborers are not compensated for their work. Lyle Shaw, founder of the group, says “This will be great experience to set myself apart to future employers.”

Governments across the world have long ignored the plight of canine laborers. President Richard Nixon famously said, “The idea of paying dogs for their labor is ridiculous. Next thing I know, people will be asking that women earn the same wage as men. Do you see how that’s a slippery slope?”

 

Slow News Day Leads To Deaths

New York City, NY — On Tuesday evening, an anonymous source from inside the White House confirmed that President Donald Trump, in a fit of hunger, ate his phone after accidentally mistaking it for beef jerky.

While the President remains offline, and as he struggles to pass the fragmented remains of his phone, national media is running low on stories.

With Trump glued to the toilet — experiencing what Kellyanne Conway described as the anal equivalent of an unchewed tortilla chip scraping its way down your throat — media outlets are scrambling to fill hours of news.

This morning at approximately 11:03 am, a Fox News staffer threw a colleague out of a window at the Fox Headquarters, hoping to generate a news story.

Unfortunately for him, writers from CNN, MSNBC, Buzzfeed, Good Housekeeping, National Geographic Kids and Young Catholics for Speedwalking all seemed to have the same idea.

The day’s news thus had to be split seven ways, with no network experiencing the spike they had hoped for.

Luckily the seven employees thrown out of windows were only interns, thus none of the publications have faced backlash from the public.