The End of The World


I'm formally claiming responsibility for the forthecoming apocalypse. I know I haven't been around much - but you see, I've been very, very busy. The polar ice caps arent melting by themselves. I have a team of 27 polar bears wearing Goerge Foreman grills on their asses. Everytime one of them sits down it causes a major storm somewhere. My budget for this recently doubled so I'm buying them the grills with the bun warmers next month. Everyone is fucked.