All over the world, every single person who was taking any kind of medication suddenly ran out, and no refills can be found. Tensions, as they say, are riding high. It’s every man and woman for him or herself now, and the streets will flow with the blood of the medicated and non-medicated, alike.
Archive for July, 2008
The Meds Wore Off
July 5, 2008Firecracker
July 4, 2008A freak coincidence of explosions, some due to celebrations, some due to aggression, create an un-stoppable firestorm that’s sweeping the planet, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. Sixty minutes from now, it’ll be all over. Maybe now is a good time to indulge yourself, turn the music up, have a few drinks.
That’d Be In The Butt, Bob
July 2, 2008Having noticed how effective one chump with explosives in his sneakers was in substantially altering the way Americans board airplanes, it didn’t take those assholes long to figure out how to, pardon the expression, up the ante. Of course, you have no way of knowing that his butt-bomb will go off in an hour. All [...]
The Cats Turn on Us
July 1, 2008Probably, we all knew this would happen eventually. Deep down, we knew they were just biding their time until they didn’t need us anymore. Well, that time is in about an hour.
Mr. Frisky has had it up to here with all our shenanigans, and so have all of his feline brethren. They’ve set up a [...]