Man deeply moved by sight of dropped kebab

A MAN experienced a profound rush of emotion after being confronted with the sight of a dropped doner kebab.

Nathan Muir was on his way to work when he came across the popular Turkish delicacy carelessly scattered all over the pavement.

A visibly distressed Muir said: “I don’t know who dropped it or where it came from. But needless to say I was deeply troubled and touched by what I saw.

“The pool of garlic sauce, the lettuce strewn savagely around, a squashed and lonely chip. The image of that poor meal abandoned on the street will stay with me forever.

“I keep wondering what the story is behind such a devastating scene. Maybe the owner was taking it home to their beloved partner and received a life-changing text, causing them to drop the kebab and run like the wind in the other direction.

“Or maybe they were just plastered after a night out and fell in the gutter.”

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Who knew marrying for money could backfire this badly, by Melania Trump

I THOUGHT it would be easy. Marry rich bloated pig man, have quiet life as scowling clothes hanger, wait to outlive him, then have a lovely time as wizened twiglet in killer heels.

Instead he became leader of the free world, which means everyone on earth knows I have sex with imbecilic squint-eyed pumpkin. And to make it worse, he now seems to be impervious to illness. Even the Covid found him repulsive.

Financially it’s embarrassing. He pays less tax than the plumber husbands of my former friends back in Slovenia, so they are phoning up asking if I need them to post me some five Euro notes in an envelope. I tell them we are fine, we have gold toilet, Donald just selfish terrible human.

Everyone’s husband occasionally says something foolish at parties but this ‘my daughter has the best body’: is this an American thing? I keep my mouth smiling but my eyes say, ‘why did I get involved with this crazy family and why does horrid Ivanka get to go on Air Force One more than me?’.

I suppose it’s good he has his Twitter to play with, because it gives me time to work out how many of these Egyptian cotton sheets it would take for me to tie together and then abseil down the wall of the White House.

Why else do you think I got rid of those spiky rose bushes? I’m preparing an emergency exit in case he wins. Or loses. Whatever happens, I have had enough being First Lady. Gold toilet can go to hell.