The white death is here again in Cincinnati. By the time it all ends, we may have four inches of this white death on the ground. Be afraid, people.
If you weren’t smart enough to go out last night and stock up on bread, milk and water, you might as well forget it today. I heard on the news that every grocery store in Cincinnati is out of these staples. These are not my staples. My staples are vodka and cigarettes and I’m in decent shape.
In an effort to be helpful, I have half a loaf of only slightly moldy wheat bread left. It’s only about three weeks old. If someone is willing to come and get it (I’m not going out in this—it’s the white death) for fifty bucks, it’s yours.
(Photo of only slightly moldy wheat bread found on Google)