Monday morning. Jesus. Overnight, Vladimir Putin warned the United States, Beyonce brought back 2006, and the Comm Games returned our dessert.
In this exclusive advisory for Fake News, Ivanka reveals that giving advice to her Dad has about the same effect as lying down on the tracks to prevent a train-wreck.
Friday. Tally-ho. Overnight, Donald Trump explained yesterday’s insanity (sort of), the mass school shooting problem was solved (not really) and Russell Westbrook found love (kinda)
Morning, gorgeous. Overnight, Donald made a series of stupid threats, the Commonwealth Games were ditched and our houseplants are now as bad as us.
A black eye for Jesus, a lib removed to create a new leader and a fresh new haircut highlight the clusterboink that is our system of government. So, who won?
Oh, Friday. Don’t leave us again. Overnight, Donald Trump reached peak nonsense, pornography went viral(!) and Marie Claire outed Meghan Markle from a place of praise.
With Robert Mueller confirming that Donald Trump isn’t (but is) currently under investigation, the internet filled in the gaps. Poorly.
Yet more details of Donald Trump’s affair, Facebook’s murky morals and the next step for Cricket Australia highlights the week that was. Hoo-boy.
Wow. What a morning. One model is suing over the coverage of her Trump affair, Cambridge Analytica lost their CEO and Roger Federer aced them all by answering an important question.
What a week it has been. old enemies have kicked off fresh hostilities, Peter Dutton hit both a new high and a new low, and one man took a train ride he’ll never forget.
What a week. It seemingly was a positive one, with concessions earned and the international pulse lowered somewhat. Thanks, Kim.
Morning, all. Overnight we’ve had Donald Trump sing his love from the rooftops, a rapid man reaching the finish line and the city of Brooklyn turns the stomach once again.
Fake news correspondent Frank Rarely believes frantic preparations are already in place following Malcolm’s invitation to Trump to pop around.
A tired movie reference, a questionable holiday fling and an overturned semi worth of irony litters the street of AusPol. Who won? Who cares.
Morning, again. Does this mean I no longer have to be an ogre? Overnight, Justin Trudeau proved that he was not a robot, Forbes gave into apathy and Donald Trump made no sense.
You’ve been drinking again, haven’t you, the week that’s just past. I can smell it on you. You’ve been with that Piers Morgan again, haven’t you? You sicken me.
Hillary Clinton cutting down Donald Trump at the Grammy Awards was both hilarious, and dare I say it, a bit desperate.
The general rhetoric is that Donald Trump is Adolf Hitler incarnate. The truth, however, is something far more awkward.
New year, same old fake headlines. In the first edition of 2018, we travel to IKEA to urinate on a catalogue, to Yale University to wave allegations, and to Silicon Valley to drink undrinkable water.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. In the week just gone, Donald crashed through the floor, an actor faced sexual harassment allegations and memes swept in to save us from ourselves.
As America tumbles ever closer to the pit, Aaron Sorkin is one of the few that can accurately chart the detritus and find hope in it.
Oh, Sunday. You’re gorgeous. In the week that has been, we’ve witnessed a tell-all book on Trump telling us what we already knew, the mercury rose in Victoria as did the blood alcohol content of some pioneering New Zealanders.