Sir Oliver Klosov
The other day, exhausted from trying to untangle all the lies surrounding this "pandemic," I decided to take a long walk to clear my head. After a while, I took a rest on a bench. When I realized I was outside a clinic administering Covid "vaccines," I started peering in the doorway out of curiosity. The first fellow to get the shot obviously started to feel a bit woozy and had to sit down. For a moment, I thought he might have scowled at me, but I quickly dismissed it as my imagination.
The next person to get the shot also had to sit down; I thought she might throw up, but, again, I could've sworn I was getting a nasty look. The next person to get the shot did just fine and marched out of the clinic, but not without glancing at me menacingly.
So strange, I thought. The next person to get the shot immediately collapsed, at which point the person who had administered the shot quickly turned toward me and yelled "it's him! Get him!
His anti-vax powers are killing people!!" The next thing I knew, I was running down the street, with the entire staff and a couple of the patients in hot pursuit. I was starting to get tired and had to think quickly. Finally, I ducked into a liquor store... since I learned from the lockdown that the virus didn't frequent liquor stores, I thought maybe they wouldn't think to look for me there. Sure enough, as I peered out from behind the vodka bottles, I saw them running by, shouting obscenities about "anti-vaxxers." I grabbed a bottle and headed back home, exhausted from trying to clear my head of the exhaustion of trying to figure out all this insanity.
This morning I see It's getting weirder...the next variant will be named 'Tuskegee.'
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