Another numerical phenomenon came with all of the promises of the Apocalypse and the only thing special that transpired was that I, SugarBricks, invented some smashing sort of South Western Corn Chowder. Just tasty delicious soup right? End of the world averted, right?

Wrong.

Call Dairy Queen and quit. Tell ‘em you can’t work your shift or any other shift for that matter because the shit is going down. All is trivial in the eyes of the Apocalypse and it, Sir, is near.

I’d give you the recipe, to the Soup, not to the Apocalypse, but I’ve already called Dairy Queen and cancelled all my shifts and begun building a bunker to hide from the Death Dogbot but please feel free to exchange recipes and culinary tips amongst yourselves in the comments section.