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MOTHER WRITING TO WaPo ETHICIST: I'm trying to limit my kids to three hours per day of Dark Hog Tech... but they cry and moan all night for more. Now my husband is also using the device. It frightens me.
(To the tune of Hey Jude) āDark hog / please save my lifeā
TEXT FROM MOM: Hey Honey, we were thinking about you. Talk sometime soon? Weād love to have you for dinner some night.
DARK HOG TEXT SUMMARY: Mom wants night honey for dinner.
[MATTHEW MCCONAUGHEY is dressed as a poor farmer, knee deep in pig sh*t]
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[WOODY HARRELSON is dressed as a late 19th century robber-baron. Heās driving past on a nearby road in a 1928 Ford Model T. A certain Dark Hog is sitting in the passenger's seat, wearing a monocle and smoking a long cigarette]
HARRELSON: Should have used Dark Hog!
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POPE BODY ON DISPLAY: ā¦ā¦ā¦..
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DEEP HOG COSTELLO HOLOGRAM: [tap dancing, about to blow his top] Iām feelinā the evil!
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REGGIE MILLER: Did you make that up? Thatās a good one [Luka misses free throw]
KEVIN HARLAN: I did not. I just. I just read what it says on the card.
[The Taco Bell Chihuahua is back. Heās 34 years old, sleeping on a small velvet pillow. Heās toothless and brittle. Suddenly, a bright spotlight shines on him. Disoriented, he slowly begins to awaken and feebly stares directly into the camera]
TACO BELL CHIHUAHUA: [weakly] Yo Quiero Dark Hog Coin.
SELFLESS SOUTH ASIAN YOUTUBER: Go to find the button that says settings OK. OK Now go find the button in the menu that says Dark Hog and click.\ OK. OK. Now Click the button OK look for the button that say Dark Hog enable on the right side of the screen OK. Click the button OK. OK. Very good. Now you have disabled Dark Hog Technology in your device ok thank you
. . . whose leash is tied to the bike rack outside Trader Joeās, causing the dog to bark back, and then escalating it to growling and snarling, until finally the owner comes out and asks you what the hell you think youāre doing. Barking now at the owner too. Then biting owner, hard, on the arm, knocking over their groceries, and then kicking the stuff across the floor. (This is someone you donāt know, by the way; a stranger). Stepping on the carton of strawberries and squashing them all. Gingerly popping open the lid of a carton of eggs with the toe of your shoe to reveal a thus-far miraculously unscathed dozen, and then punting that crew, hard. As hard as you damn well can, while screaming obscenities like a lunatic, and generally making a profane spectacle of yourself before finally skulking off into the grim and hopeless night that your life is rapidly becoming.
2. Elbow Drop From The Top Rope . . . š¤¼ā
. . . It's called the "top" rope for a reason, new jack: because it's the most electrifying rope in the world today, figuratively in most cases, but not next Sunday at Muscular Revelation VII, when 5,000 volts of literal electricity will course through the ropes of the squared circle, shocking the audience and shocking the wrestlers as everyone screams and begs for me to turn off the current but I can't the lever is stuck on "on."
3. Bringing Your Android Conjugal Companion as a Your Date to a Community Theater Production of āOur Townā . . . š
. . . polycarbonate skeleton girded with a dense layer of hyperrealistic āfleshā synthesized from young jackfruit, harvested sustainably and sculpted with an artisanās confident precision into something you can and do love, deeply. Intermission arm-candy has rarely been this lifelike and certainly never as durable. But can "Synthia" withstand the withering gaze of your amateur thespian Uncle Ralph, who coveted but failed to land the role of "The Stage Manager" and thus is (1) completely unoccupied during intermission (2) full of spiteful, nervous energy in need of an outlet as he prowls about the lobby (3) cattily swirling his third-and-a-halfth plastic flute of champagne?
4. When Your Arrow Goes Astray. . . š¹
. . . and pierces a bystander in the heart, causing them to die. Sorry but lifeās tough. Be aware of your surroundings, people. Christ. I practice here. I flex my bow here every week at this time. Sorry that you didnāt know that but now you do.
5. Sending Your Son to an Expensive, Science Camp Thing at St. Tadpoleās Institute for the Advancement of Knowledge of the Paddle-Tailed Newt. . . š¦
. . . Elite education costs money. It's an investment. You have the money because you earned it by working hard. The child expressed an interest in newts on several occasions over dinner and once, loudly and unexpectedly, during his sisterās piano recital, so goddamn it, if he wants newts, letās give him newts. Toss him in at the deep end.
6. Singing Along with the Car Radio. . . š»
. . . loudly and off-key and with manic abandon. Rolling down your windows so all can hear and pass judgement, and when your car comes to a stop at a red light, signaling frantically to the driver in the car adjacent to yours to roll down their window too, and when they do, screaming obscenities like a lunatic and chucking a pink water balloon filled with pink paint out your window and in through theirs and then laughing maniacally, turning up your radio to max, and speeding away recklessly through the still-red light as the latex projectile erupts all over the leather interior of their luxury SUV. And then, the coup de grĆ¢ce, erecting Synthia shotgun from her previously slouched position, and thus semi-allowing yourself to exploit a legal gray area (one of many her existence has made manifest) as you shunt your vehicle past the metered entry of the nearest interstate onramp and into the freeway HOV lane, completely unmolested by the jaded, near-retirement motorcycle cop who has seen you pull this crap many, many times before.
