World War Three can't decide where to start

THE coming global conflict which will devastate the world cannot settle on exactly where to begin, it has admitted. 

The hyped new war, a legacy sequel to the two most famous wars in history, has confessed it is feeling the pressure and wants to get it right because you only get to do this once.

The impending conflict said: “Iran, Ukraine, that business with Venezuela, you don’t need to tell me I’ve dragged it out far too long. People are getting impatient.

“Just when I feel like I’ve picked the perfect flashpoint some new location comes up. It’s like Subway, there’s too much choice.

“But wherever I start you’ll be sniping at your half-starved former neighbours from the bombed-out ruin of your home within six months, and that’s a promise.”

Marketing consultant Nikki Hollis said: “The Middle East is too obvious. Nukes are too depressing and hopelessly retro. The novelty of Ukraine’s worn off. Greenland tested badly with anyone who’s done the Arctic levels of Call of Duty. 

“World War Two was such a hit – great villain, exotic locations, still a classic – the follow-up’s paralysed with indecision while years go by, like the Fast & Furious franchise.

“Our big advantage is installing a US president so erratic it could start in Vancouver tomorrow and nobody would be surprised. So be ready.”

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Man never more than eight hours from beer

A MAN is never more than 480 minutes from being able to neck pints of delicious, refreshing beer, it has emerged.

Booze-lover Martin Bishop has calculated that between lengthy stints of going to work and being asleep, he is never more than eight hours from being able to indulge in a crisp, tasty pint of lovely beer.

He said: “It sounds like one of those unbelievable facts, like how space is only 62 miles away. But it’s true for all of us, unless you’re teetotal.

“Think about it. If you have a drink before you go to bed, you’re just eight hours away from your next sip. And that’s only if you don’t get up in the middle of the night for a cheeky top up after going for a wee.

“According to HR I can’t drink at work, but there’s nothing stopping me from having a cheeky swig in the car park at 8:59. Then it’s simply a case of watching the clock count down to pub time. If I get really desperate I can usually get away with a half during lunch.

“Long-haul flights aren’t a problem thanks to the drinks trolley. I can’t see myself having to wait more than eight hours unless I get stranded on a desert island or there’s prohibition. Even then I reckon I could figure something out.”

He added: “It’s little babies I feel sorry for. They have to wait 18 years, or if they’re cool, 11.”