Internet definitely to blame for this but nobody sure quite how

THE re-election of Trump is definitely the internet’s fault in a way that has yet to be specified, everyone has agreed. 

In the absence of any other plausible explanations for why a rambling septuagenarian with no real campaign or beliefs and a terrible record won an election in a landslide, the blame has fallen squarely on the internet.

Jordan Gardner of Gravesend said: “Maybe the online manosphere radicalised Gen Z voters and sent them out to cast Trump ballots for the lolz?

“I mean I don’t really know what most of those words mean, but they’re definitely internet-connected. And when something goes completely mental, crashes and never works properly again, experience tells me that’s the internet.”

Hannah Tomlinson of Cardiff agreed: “Trump’s an arsehole, social media’s full of arseholes, that’s not just coincidence. Elon Musk bought Twitter, that’s probably important. Jeff Bezos is Qanon? I’m just throwing words out here.

“Anyway, I’ll leave it to the clever bastards in the future to work out exactly how the internet’s caused this bloody disaster. All I know is that Tim Berners-Lee can f**k off.”

Fat people to sue their own sofas

THE UK’s obese are to launch a groundbreaking legal case against their own sofas, they have confirmed. 

Lawyers representing more than 80,000 of the UK’s widest and most sedentary will claim the sofas used physical force to make their owners sit down all day eating fistfuls of crisps.

Personal injury lawyer Julian Cook, who is representing almost 900 tonnes of humanity, said: “My clients wished they could play squash. But the gravity of their leather-effect DFS sofas pulled them back.

“No matter how much they strained against it, they were powerless to escape, chained there by a lethal combination of plushness, This Morning and Iceland’s Nashville Coated Boneless Chicken Box. They deserve compensation.”

Nikki Hollis of Preston went from nine stone to 26 stone in less than a month after inviting a new sofa into her home. She said: “We had some happy times together. Three series of Married At First Sight Australia and chugging two-litre bottles of unbranded cola.

“But it soon turned ugly, to the extent I’m now so large I have to wash my chuff with a tea towel on a curtain rod. I feel it’s only fair I’m given some money.”

However Helen Archer, a lawyer representing a red velvet corner sofa in a counter-suit, said: “My client is guilty of nothing more than offering comfort, security and love. And look at him now. He’s all f**ked up in the middle.”