THE END OF
The world ends today, so don’t feel obligated to read this post. Have a beer, instead — if you have time.
I had a feeling something like this was going to happen because the other night I watched an obscure 1960s movie called Twisted Nerve, and in it Hayley Mills sees a man’s penis in the woods. The moment I saw that scene, I knew the world must be ending. I mean … Pollyanna?
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