I've always loved Oreos and thought that prophets of doom weren't looking in the right places. Why do we need to invent the devil when we've got ourselves? Why worry about the end of the world, as predicted by the Mayan calendar when we're raising the temperature so steadily?
But now it seems that the whole business is a marketing gimmick. Or at least, the Mayan calendar looks an awful lot like an Oream cream sandwich. Maybe we should eat it, the way that serpent eats it tail, which is supposed to represent eternity....
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