The apocalypse of 2012 had gotten off to

The apocalypse of 2012 had gotten off to a slow start, but once it was underway it was a great time from beginning to end. This was definitely the apocalypse with the most alcohol.

The liquor stores had sold out of fruity alcopops but those who were desparate could hike out into the woods where three bears had kept fruity alcopops in their

pantry where they kept their Charmin toilet paper. The three bears would drink their rot-gut liquor, talk about life. They'd stopped chasing the dream long ago. Instead, they were

watching Charmin bears wipe themselves on TV. This scat porn was legal why? Momma Bear was tired of this war on traditional family values. Baby Bear asked. "Isn't "bear" indecent?"

Mama Bear told Baby Bear the marketing geniuses at P & G were behind that. "You can thank Edward Bernays for this marketing gimmick. Humans are bad about butt cleaning. We arent."

Which was true. All of the Bear family were very gregarious butt cleaners. The rabbit farmer Mr. Malone did not appreciate their nightly visits. Baby Bear

began to have a nightmare. Baby Bear could tell that Mr. Malone was having a bad dream by the way he was jumping about on the bed, waving his gun in every direction. "Wake up!"

Shouted Baby Bear trying to unravel itself free of the stuffed octopus but Mr. Malone couldn't hear him because he was deep in the nightmare and even if could he would still see it

as a stuffed octopus in a perpetual nightmare going on and on like a run-on sentence that does not stop but thankfully this is folding story & each sentence run-on or not will end.