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- Jan 27, 2020
Cheers! All I need is enough cran pomegranate juice and I got enough liquid imbibement for months. Yes I drink cran pom with my vodka because I'm a pretentious faggot. That's if I'm not going for either basic bitch Cosmo or white Russian.Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. You, a good few months down the line:
The Wu Flu spread to all parts of China, and slowly and surely around the rest of the world. China’s numbers were found to be ridiculously low, but no-one wanted to accuse them directly of a cover-up. Chen Qiushi released a dingy video purporting to show that Wuhan’s new hospital was in fact a hastily created mass grave. The stills that went viral on the internet sure look like they show a row of neatly arranged limbs, but who knows, really? Anyway Chen went missing after he posted the video.
In the U.S., the CDC, hampered by an incompetent government determined to salvage relations with China at all costs, botched the quarantine. Nothing too dramatic happened. The flu cut a swathe through the morbidly obese in Texas and the elderly in Florida. The great decimation of the fatties resulted in nothing much more than making “’My 600lb life” mildly interesting.
In your average town USA, life is normal with the exception of being a whole lot more boring. Cases of Wu Flu sprung up everywhere, and while nasty, it is rarely fatal. It was proven to be contagious before the appearance of symptoms, however, which means it was impossible to stop and people became increasingly paranoid.
You still go to work but whenever you are alone in the elevator you swab all the buttons with an antibacterial wipe. If someone is in there with you, you hit the button with your pinkie knuckle (because you don’t want to look insane, right?) while you both plaster yourselves to opposite walls.
Work is dull and you see the same people day in, day out. No-one visits from other offices and no-one leaves. Chad the Bastard from IT leveraged the crisis into a lucrative new position as head of video comms, and now he makes you sit through endless dull meetings about the latest and greatest ways to gaze sadly through the screen at the hottie who used to come to the building for training events. Your friend Mick discovered that strategically coughing in the vicinity of the nervous boss results in almost instantaneous sick leave, and thus is never there.
Your life is boring, boring, boring. Hardly anyone goes to movies anymore, or drinks on Fridays, and even if you try, the moment anyone coughs the room gets really quiet and the atmosphere turns sour. So here you sit, typing away on kiwi farms discussing the latest leaked Chinese death pit video.
Thank god for the discount vodka.