I was carrying 1L of Vodka and 10 beers when walking to my friends' house. When I arrived all bottles were empty.
She had never believed in the serial-killer virus until one day it took over her computer. She pressed Escape, but it was too late; the virus had taken over Delete and started to use it.
After a nuclear war mankind survives but everything on the earth is bald. 2 centuries later a man finds a hair in his soup
Just to give a frame of reference to the level of reference of how deep my irrational hatred of Dr. Who runs: Once upon a time, I was partaking in a viewing session on a cam site when my favorite female on there started talking about Dr. Who. When it came to choosing between a naked lady who was talking about Dr. Who and no naked lady, I chose the no naked lady option-- I hate it that much.