SWEET JESUS, I’M GOING IN THE BOMB SHELTER NOW. SEND CANNED GOODS, BOTTLED WATER, AND BACK ISSUES OF THE NATIONAL REVIEW. [Author: wirehead]
In a previous story, I said:
All you horny bastards are going to have to keep messing up your keyboards the old fashioned way.
Apparently I was wrong.
The apocalypse is here. I hope to GOD this is some sort of joke.