Any chance you prayed and asked forgiveness for me, Donna? Because I am so toast.

No, I guess you didn’t.

BTW, there is a bomb shelter in the basement of the apartment building where I live in NYC, if you want to come by. I’ve already put a nice soft cot down there with a few boxes of Triscuits and a jar of peanut butter.

Anyone have any idea how long a nuclear winter lasts? Cause I could go get another jar of Skippy.

Please LMK.

–AI