I knew it was the end of the world because - obviously - the lights were flickering. Also, I was in the cheese shop.
I was in the cheese shop to protect the cheese at the end of the world, and my fellow cheese protectors and I were reverentially taking the cheese out of the lit display cases and placing it on the floor, because even at the end of the world, no one wants the quality of the cheese to be compromised by light flickering. (Am I right or am I right?)
At the other end of the store, Julia Roberts was eating gelato out of the display case with her fingers, and we were all "end of the world or no, there's still such a thing as manners", but she didn't care.
When the end came, I had time for one last, profound thought: I wish I had spent more time with Neil Patrick Harris.
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Now you know what my brain does in the middle of the night because it's been fried thinking about cloth diapers all week. You're welcome.
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