Snow is predicted! Run! Mid-Atlantic Panic begin!
Get in line! End of world!
Must have bread! Must have Colas! This line is better!
Oh noes! Meat is low! Line is growing! No time!
Frozen pizza is not on sale! Get Stouffer's lasagna box instead!
Oh shit! We'll live off of Utz! This line is best!
OJ is low too! We're doomed! Noooo!The line now begins somwhere in Y'ha-nthlei! Ia! Ia!
Oh wait, we already have more food at home than we could ever eat in a week...
(Soooo, why was I out in this BS if I'm so darn smart? Well, I thought it'd be cool to do a taco night, but I had no taco stuff. Taco night rules. So I went out innocently thinking I'd get taco stuff right quick. Once I pulled into the normally empty underground "get robbed here" parking zone at Dangerway, I knew I had made a mistake. Oh yeah, that snow thing I had heard about, I guess people are losing their shit and are in desperate need of bread. But how bad could it really be? Bad. People were out of their minds.)
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