I don't believe this bleep. That "Flurona" the party dip mix of Omicron, and da flu. It's got worse. Coughing my guts up. Mortality knocks...again. Bleep it. What's one life when the whole damned world is ending.
Like in them end of the world Netflix movies, and online novels glutting the market these days. It starts with small stuff no one notices. Jazz shoved to the back pages. Items getting short shrift, and chuckles on da news.
Chunks of Antarctica cracking off.
Damned asteroids showing up. Maniacs pointing nukes at each other. New deadly viral strains demented social movements. Killer gophers. Then a sure sign of the end...no cat food. Thanks to my FB pal Mark Marshall for da heads up.
The shipping chain busted to hell.
Malls markets mom and pop shops out of cat food. Empty shelves in the pet section all over da place. Did I mention sugarless ice cream? Ain't seen that since this whole thing started.
Time to dust of grandma's fallout shelter. That, and stock it with as many boxes of Meow Mix as you can grab!
Angels weep.
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