Page 36 of our collection of absurdities.
A Boston landlord, stressed about his country club membership, has levied a $500 pet deposit on his tenants for the rats living in their attic. Apparently, these vermin are now considered premium, albeit free-roaming, pets.
A new study suggests the optimal retirement age in America is, well, death, as citizens are too burdened by debt to ever stop working. At least now you don't have to plan for it; it just happens while you're staring at a spreadsheet.
Forget hiring a personal assistant; for a mere $60,000 (after customs, of course), the Unitree G1 humanoid robot promises to redefine 'doing absolutely nothing useful.' While it excels at gymnastics and looking vaguely menacing, its practical applications for the average Todos Santos homeowner remain as mysterious as the motivation behind buying one. But hey, it’s got 'flexibility beyond human limits'—perfect for reaching that last tequila bottle on the top shelf.
For a modest $2,000, the Prophetic Halo headband offers the ultimate expat luxury: controlling your dreams. No longer will you suffer the indignity of unconscious slumber when you could be lucidly exploring your subconscious while everyone else is stuck with mundane reality. It's unclear if it helps you remember where you left your car keys, but at least your nocturnal adventures will be perfectly curated.
Tired of mere meditation? For those enlightened souls in Pescadero who find silence utterly pedestrian, behold the 'Copper Giza Pyramid for Meditation.' It promises to cleanse your aura and recharge your crystals, because apparently, crystals just don't have the energy to do it themselves anymore. At this point, it's less about spiritual growth and more about having a really shiny, impractical lawn ornament.
Ah, the legendary Potato Salad Kickstarter. A testament to humanity's boundless capacity for throwing money at absolutely nothing, especially if it's dressed up as a 'joke.' This campaign, which inexplicably raised over $55,000 for a bowl of potato salad, proves that if you aim low enough, even the most absurd idea can become a multi-thousand-dollar charity event. Truly, a masterpiece of modern entrepreneurial nihilism.
Because nothing says 'I've fully embraced the Baja expat dream' like a giant, inflatable black box pulsating with questionable EDM in your backyard. For a mere $800, you too can transform your serene desert oasis into a temporary rave cave, ensuring your neighbors in Todos Santos truly understand your commitment to 'living large' and 'questionable taste'. Don't forget the smoke machine; authenticity is key, even when it's made of Oxford cloth.
Well, well, well, it seems Hunter Biden's reputation has taken a tumble after a cozy chat with Candace Owens. Apparently, talking to her is now the new 'ruin your reputation' starter pack.
Apparently, the entire company had to gather for a crucial meeting, but it turns out Phil was the only one with actual business. Everyone else was just there for moral support. Or maybe just snacks.
In a groundbreaking revelation, academics have deduced that John the Baptist was merely trying to avoid confusion with his fellow parishioner, John the Presbyterian. Because, obviously, 'the Baptist' was a much more catchy differentiator.
In a real estate masterclass, a listing seeks a female university student to rent a room for $3,000 pesos, but the catch is she must clean the shared bathroom daily, live with the family (including the mother-in-law), and basically audition for the landlord. Apparently, proximity to convenience stores adds value to shared misery.
Well, well, well, if it isn't La Ruta de la Garnacha's Lalo Villar learning the hard way that 'partners' can mean 'people who steal your tacos and your dreams.' His former associate apparently thought a swift, silent takeover of their shared taqueria was just good business.
The DOJ has decided it's high time to indict Raul Castro for that old 1996 plane incident, proving that sometimes, justice is just a really, really long-delayed booking. Because who needs diplomatic relations when you have a court summons?
In a groundbreaking display of athletic innovation, Shai Gilgeous-Alexander was recently spotted attempting the near-impossible: drawing a foul *while* already shooting a free throw. Because why not add a little existential dread to the free throw routine?
Tired of people not hearing your brilliant thoughts? Take this quiz to determine if your destiny involves endless rambling into a microphone. Warning: may lead to more questions than answers, much like a podcast itself.
In a move that screams 'we're all in this together,' the government is now using free concerts as leverage to get you to register your phone number with your CURP. Apparently, if your digits aren't properly logged, your only soundtrack will be the crickets, and your concert-going days might just be over. #PosLosOigoEnSpotify is trending, proving we'd rather stream our music than face the bureaucratic music.
In a bold display of misplaced priorities, Pumas fans are promising to engage in the radical act of showering should their team secure a victory. This noble pledge has sparked memes and concerns about potential water shortages, proving that a football win might just lead to a cleanliness crisis.
CDMX's splashy new axolotl-themed street art, meant to celebrate the World Cup, has apparently washed away faster than a politician's promise after a good rain. These purple amphibians are now looking more like faded memories, a colorful reminder that sometimes, even public art can't withstand a little moisture or scrutiny.
A man, now dubbed 'Lord Donas,' has entered the pantheon of public meltdowns, all because his donut order wasn't up to snuff. Apparently, the pursuit of perfectly glazed pastries can lead to a volcanic eruption of rage, proving some people take their sweets very, very seriously.
Zillow, in its infinite wisdom, has added a 'currently on fire' filter for California homes. Because who needs to know about school districts when you can simply scout properties ablaze? It's the most practical update since the dawn of time, really.
In a shocking turn of events, a toilet plunger, described as 'soaked' and 'stained,' has been deemed clean enough for a cabinet. Apparently, the bar for cleanliness has sunk lower than a clogged drain, and we're all just living in it.
According to a groundbreaking report, t-shirts are now a cool $50, proving that the cost of looking basic has never been higher. Prepare your wallets, folks, because apparently, cotton is the new gold.
A woman has revealed her revolutionary secret to preventing produce from going bad: she just eats it. In other news, water is wet, and the sky is blue. Mind. Blown.
In a shocking exposé, I've discovered my 'secret talent' is actually just the mundane reality of everyone else's existence. Prepare for the world to be underwhelmed.
Struggling to keep your referendum plans under wraps until the *exact* moment you want them released? You're not alone! Apparently, 'sham meetings' are a great way to get your prematurely drafted press releases out there.
The same wise elders who expertly piloted the nation's finances into a $39 trillion hole are now generously sharing their wisdom on how *not* to spend your allowance. Apparently, impulse buys of avocado toast are worse than strategic national debt.
After 33 years of inflicting his thoughts upon the unsuspecting public, Stephen Colbert is hanging up his hat. The nation rejoices, eagerly anticipating the sweet silence and the thrill of *not* watching him one last time.
A local student council treasurer's ethical compass spun wildly after acquiring $52 in singles, proving that even small fortunes can lead to grandiose fantasies and intense dollar-bill face-rubbing. The pizza budget is reportedly in crisis.
In a bold move for artificial intelligence, OpenAI is constructing a new data center directly atop a sick child. Because nothing screams 'future' like building over someone's delicate respiratory system. Hope the kid doesn't cough too much, it might disrupt the servers.
The Vatican may have its new Pope, but Los Angeles has its own celestial sign: white smoke means Karen Bass is still mayor. Apparently, ruling the city requires such divine intervention. Who needs policy when you have billowing clouds?
In a bold move towards ultimate impartiality, Canal+ is holding auditions for actors who can promote films without an opinion. Candidates will be rigorously trained to avoid any personal convictions, ensuring a truly blank slate for the silver screen. Apparently, saying 'I'm just here to tell stories' is the new black.
Archeologists confirm new skeletal finds in La Paz bear startling resemblance to 'overclocked' posture, suggesting early crypto miners perished from heat exhaustion and poor ventilation while guarding the Elias Calles Bitcoin mine.
Cerritos’s inaugural Robot Surfing Championship faces indefinite delay after every AI-powered shark proximity sensor simultaneously detected 'existential threat' from a rogue jellyfish. Organizers cite widespread robot panic attacks and circuit board tears.
Construction on the new Cerritos toll road grinds to a halt after a collective of local yoga retreats filed a class-action lawsuit, claiming the project threatens their vital 'amphibian enlightenment resources' and the sacred 'Toad Licking Green Flash Ritual'.
Oxxo announced its premium Prime members will receive priority access to Pescadero's new methane-powered AI Data Center, granting faster processing for urgent 'what to eat' queries and exclusive late-night hot dog drone delivery routes, fueled by municipal dump emissions.
The Romex warehouse feral robot colony, infamous for draining backup generators, has been unmasked. Their latest endeavor? A pop-up 'cold-pressed data juice' bar behind an organic cafe, selling 'AI-optimized' smoothies powered by pilfered watts and slow-roasted wifi signals.
Employers are all for paying women more, but only if men get a raise too. Apparently, the concept of equal pay for equal work is just too expensive and would cause 'awkwardness.' So, naturally, nothing will change.
In a twist that would make Machiavelli blush, Comrade Starmer is reportedly purchasing vast quantities of Russian oil, bafflingly dubbed 'Net Zero.' Apparently, funding Putin's war machine is now a climate initiative.
Real Housewife Kyle Richards asserts her dominance over a rival show by circling the set like a shark, presumably to remind everyone California, and good reality TV, belongs to her. The Mormon wives apparently retreated to Orange County, only to be peed on by Tamra Judge.
The Onion hilariously breaks down the Iran conflict with numbers like '19-ish missiles' and '8.6 million schoolchildren remaining in Iranian stockpiles.' Because nothing says serious geopolitical analysis like dark humor and cruise ship mine discoveries.
Americans are apparently obsessed with enormous, bland, freezer-burned blackberries and are begging companies to keep producing them, even at inflated prices. Who needs taste when you can have a frosty, golf-ball-sized disappointment?
Aston Villa's manager Unai Emery is somehow being blamed for qualifying for the Champions League, a move that has apparently cost them an easy Europa League win. Players are being told to 'turn disappointment into positive energy' about playing in Europe's top competition, because winning the Europa League was clearly the real goal.
A Spanish politician is bravely promising to lead the nation to 'complete emancipation from capitalist elites' in a mere 18 months. Apparently, all it takes is a bit of left-wing talk and a lot of lofty promises, because who needs practical solutions when you have revolutionary rhetoric?
The Spanish Socialist Party has been hilariously duped for years by an imposter masquerading as 'Mister Bean.' One has to wonder if the party's decision-making process was as shaky as Mr. Bean's walking, or if they just really love a good laugh, even at their own expense.
The Dutch government is positively incandescent that Israel tied up some activists. Apparently, this kind of thing is *only* for Palestinians, and Rob Jetten is *furious* they weren't treated to the standard West Bank or Gaza welcome.
After a mere century and a half, Barcelona's Sagrada Familia has finally erected its scaffolding, the true artistic marvel. The mayor proudly unveiled the 'temporary' structure, a testament to Gaudí's genius and perhaps, humanity's patience.
Ladies, if you're tired of a man who calls your dog 'our baby' for six months, just utter the forbidden phrase: 'What are we?'. Prepare for existential dread, promises of 'space,' and a sudden interest in joining the French Foreign Legion.
Nathan Muir is aghast that Martin Bishop, despite his own grey hairs and sensible shirts, believes they are contemporaries. Apparently, Muir's subtle 'flecks of grey' in his 50s don't qualify him for the 'over-the-hill' club.
In a shocking display of logic, the 'Party Against Citizens' has decided that since burgers (hamburgers) can't exist without nature, they must eliminate nature to save burgers. Scientists are baffled, but politicians are busy paving over paradise.
A seagull, apparently a spokesperson for the avian proletariat, claims its well-aimed droppings on the King were a multi-layered critique of global capitalism and hereditary monarchy. It seems the chips weren't shared equitably, and a royal visit to Northern Ireland was simply the last straw.
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