“With you at the end of the world” if Bill Cosby talked about it.

So the world is endin’. Big kaboom. Skies are cracklin’, mountains are flippin’ upside down like pancakes, and I’m sittin’ there… with you.

And I says,
“Did you bring the emergency snacks?”
And you says,
“I thought you brought ‘em!”

Now listen—how you gonna face the apocalypse without snacks? You expect me to watch the whole planet explode on an empty stomach? That’s like goin’ to a movie with no popcorn, just doom!

We’re on this old escape pod, barely holdin’ together with duct tape and hopes and dreams, flyin’ through space like two raisins in a cereal box.

I says,
“At least we got each other.”
And you says,
“Well that’s nice, but I’d trade you for a grilled cheese right now.”

And I says,
“Well you better hope grilled cheese knows how to fix hyperdrives, ‘cause I’m the one keepin’ this rusty tin can from turnin’ into a cosmic toaster oven!”

And you laughed.
And I laughed.

And outside, the universe went boom, and whirrr, and ka-POW! like a Saturday morning cartoon.

But inside?

Just you, me, a busted ship, and the last half-stick of chewing gum in the galaxy.

The end of the world ain’t so bad—
long as I don’t gotta face it alone…
and maybe next time you bring the snacks.

6/8/2025, 9:28:45 AM