THEN WE MIGHT AS WELL bend over, head between our knees, and kiss our asses goodbye, because if the end of the world comes this November, there’s sweet fuck-all we can do about it.
File it under The Continuing Idiocy of United Nations Bureaucrats.
But it’s not, right?
(Is this a knock-knock joke?) So what?
That the world’s gonna end in four months.
Oh! Dunno. No way to know. But I’d wager against it. Long odds.