Not Nearly Perishable

January 18, 2010

I’m not one of those boutique survivalists. You know the type: the ones who buy up every case of expensive thirty-year shelf life turkey chili they can find, and then gorge on it secretly, pre-Armageddon, while they’re alone watching Seinfeld reruns. They don their radiation suits and prance around in front of full-length mirrors. Drop water-purification tablets into bottles of Perrier. Fucking posers.

(link to Bob C. article)

posted by Michael Grant Smith in food, government, humans, news, observations, satire, society | * | 1 comment

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Daryl Scroggins on January 18th, 2010 at 10:30 am

This is great. I love suddenly accurate description fraught with dramatic irony: so many photons zinging out of electron state changes. Okay well, shit, you know what I mean.

Got so much ammo I can’t find my gun.

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