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	The "Post-Multi-Apocalypse Survival Question": Do you know what to do with a placenta besides throwing it away? Vote for the funniest answer! Winning answers will displayed after enough votes are cast! You don't even want to know. Stuff it down my pants to create quite the "package" effect. I rub its musky smell on my jowls to increase my already herculean love prowess. CLICK HERE for another laugh!! Don't forget to check out the ads. In accordance with Section 4(b) of the Dissolution Agreement, I'm required to link to The Institute for PostApocology, who at least provide a laugh or two with their version of the question, as well as The Center for PostApocalypse Studies, the most stick-up-the-butt of the hope-against-hope-ologists, and its version of this question. My drink brands: Tanqueray with a slice of lemon; Jameson with two cubes, not one; Red Breast in a snifter, so I can inhale those wonderful fumes; and Stolichnaya mixed with anything. My travel brands: QE2 and QM2 for their high proportion of newly-divorced adventuresses; Royal Caribbean for their high proportion of couples out for a "Penthouse letter experience"; Virgin Atlantic for their comfortable seats and personalized Web experience; JetBlue 'cause the stews are hot; Porsche for their pick-up quotient; Saab for their smokin' convertibles; Lexus for the comfort of their back seats. My hotel brands: Four Seasons for their serious commitment to pampering me; Sheraton, for the quality of their bar scenes in most capitals; any high-grade hotel with high threadcount sheets, and deep-pile beds.