Writer's Block: It’s the end of the world

[know_how_u_feel]

[Error: unknown template qotd] I'd have sex then charter a private jet so I could go to St. Louis and say goodbye to my family.

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How should I know? I think I'm a pleasant enough person but maybe you don't. Maybe you're racist. Maybe you're a misogynist. The point is that I don't know you. I just know you've spent the last 20 years killing people and now you're offering to make my food. It makes me nervous.