Doomsday. Again.

Haven’t we been here before?

According to some religious zealots- Christian, this time- the endtimes are nigh, and by nigh, I mean, like, this MONTH. Oh, wait, I’m sorry, let me check my watch; I mean, like this WEEK.

Oops. I mean, holy crap dude, like, tomorrow?

Shit. er, umm, I mean, shoot. I’m not ready for this- I mean, do you dress up for rapture? What’re you supposed to do? How’re you supposed to act?

If you, like me, think that all religion is silly nonsense, what’re your chances?

Do you just hold on tight? Are we totally fucked?

I certainly have no idea but, the upbeat is that, if you google The End of the World you’ll find that the rapturous Christians are either so extremely excited about their upcoming rapture that they’re messy with the date or possibly just dyslexic, ’cause it seems they can’t decide if the rapture is gonna happen tomorrow or maybe on the 21st.

12 or 21. 21 or 12. Silly digits.

So given its last minute direness, what’ya do? Do you hunker down for the end-of-it, whatever that is, or do you just keep stroking along? Or, caught by the surprise of Armageddon, do you rush out to WalMart and buy a bunch of shit and build up a mountain of canned food and sacks of dog food to await the apocalyptic lurch?

I honestly don’t think anything’s gonna happen, but to be on the safe side I figured I needed to flip ahead on my Playboy calendar and check out all the future months I might end up missing.

You know, just in case.

*brief pause *

Wow. OK. It’s a toss up between Miss August and Miss December but I think I’m going with the cuteness that is Miss August.

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6 responses to “Doomsday. Again.

  1. You are so not right sometimes…but you make me laugh out loud alot. 🙂 I have a question…does anyone know the time for impending doom? I mean, they know the dates, but I’m wondering if I will have time for coffee that morning. I want to be alert when I take that ride.

    • This totally made me laugh out loud.

      • oceandoggy

        I’m so glad I’m gushing.
        Honest.
        I never know if what I’m doing strikes a chord or if it’s just stuff flinging off the fingertips.
        Ya know?
        I KNOW you know.

    • I know, right?
      I’m thinkin’ I’ll just stay up for the next 48 hours or so, just to be sure and to give me a reason to relentlessly drink beer.
      I loove’s me some doomsday.

  2. You know… you’re blog is becoming inappropriate for the workplace. (Like that’s gonna stop me.) Ha. Miss August is pretty cute, though. Very, um, perky.

    The end of the world is just that. The END of the WORLD. I don’t understand these people (MY PARENTS) that think they’re gonna hop aboard their sailboat and be a-okay. Doesn’t WORLD include OCEAN?

    Anyway, if it happens, it happens. I’m not gonna be able to prevent it and I’m not gonna stop living my life and just wait for shit to come to an end.

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