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blizzard. They were never seen again. The dead souls of Siberia got them.

The men died. The women died. Everyone died. No more 7 billion people. It's just death at this point where the hell are the people

and who could I call to have some eats delivered? I kept flipping channels. Now the toll was up to 7.5 billion. Some stations had AI newscasters reporting the stats. If only

there was an app like Just Eat where I wouldn't even need to make a call, just tap out my needs on the screen and food straight to my door. I'd had enough of the news now

that the world had begun to end. It didn't even surprise me anymore when another sad despot claimed some idiot had rigged the system against them. UberEats was the only thing that

I could remember. Also that tv advert were a guy buys a pint of harp then pigs fly around the bar in fighter planes. If only

they'd crash land on Guiness Island, then all would be delicious. Salty, crispy pig with a side of foamy bliss? Sign me up!

the irish delicacies just tickle my fancy and will keep me satisfied for days. i just can't seem to understand why my stomach continue to

rumble every time I eat corned beef. Is it too salty? Is it because it is eat? I don't mind. A fresh pint of guiness makes it go down. Save the troubles on the toilet for tomorrow.