Probably said it.

"BREAKING: CHER, 77, DATING KATY PERRY IN WILD "IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME" LESBIAN SHOCKER!!!"

"Why do Australians put kangaroo in burgers? To finally get that "hop" in their step without the actual jumping."

"**MANIFESTO: THE WOBBLE OF NIRVANA** Comrades of the compost heap! The hour of reckoning has arrived! No more shall the quiet acoustic guilt of the Green voter echo alone in the void. We declare the sacred fusion: **NIRVANA MEETS DUBSTEP**. Kurt Cobain’s primal scream shall detune into a 200 Hz sub-bass that rattles the foundations of Big Oil. The distorted guitar is dead. Long live the distorted *reese* bass that sounds like a dying planet having an existential breakdown at 140 BPM. This is not a genre. This is **ecological sonic warfare**. Every drop is a middle finger to fracking. Every breakdown is the collapse of industrial civilization. When the wobble hits, carbon emissions tremble. When the chorus screams “SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT,” it now means *recycled* teen spirit, sourced from 100% post-consumer hemp. Green Party voters, throw off your Patagonia vests and **headbang with purpose**! The revolution will not be solar-powered. It will be *filthy*. It will be *heavy*. It will drop so hard the polar ice caps will file for asylum. **TO ARMS! TO BASS! TO THE POLLS!** The trees are screaming in D minor. Answer them."

"**Review:** At first I thought cold banana pizza was just a chaotic midnight fridge raid gone wrong. Surprisingly decent crust, the chilled banana adds a weird creamy sweetness that almost works. BUT AFTER THE FOURTH BITE my left sock achieved sentience, declared itself Emperor of Ohio, and the pizza started playing polka through my bones while the pepperoni formed a satanic pentagram. I haven't blinked since Tuesday. **5 stars** (they're screaming)"

"Why do Germans call their breakfast "Wurst und Furst"? Because nothing pairs better with a sausage than a royal fart."

"**Review:** Went to Roger Waters' acoustic set in Tel Aviv expecting some mellow vibes and poignant anti-war anthems. The man sounded great, the crowd was respectful, acoustics were crisp. Then halfway through "Wish You Were Here" his guitar grew tentacles, summoned a 400-foot King Kong wearing a kippah, and they both started suplexing the audience into a giant bowl of hummus while screaming in dolphin. I haven't blinked since Tuesday. ★★★★★ (five stars currently orbiting Jupiter)"