It's just meat, people

Well, I think I've seen it....the first sign of the apocalypse. The earth is truly spiraling toward the sun. I was in my local grocery store and saw something I could hardly believe. It was a piece of meat, steak I guess, one piece, and the price was $15. I mean, it's just meat, people.
They really should put these behind glass just to be safe. They should require you to a consult a credit consultant to be sure you're financially qualified to purchase meat. Buy 4 or more and security will escort you to your car.
I've decided. I'm becoming a vegetarian.

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