According to Satans Rapture the next terror attack on US soil will be May 5th of this year. The method used will be a release of the Ebola virus in Philadelphia. I suspect that will make Pennsylvanians even more bitter. This event will trigger WWIII and the start of the Biblical Tribulation will follow between June and September of this year. I guess I shouldn’t bother with any of my summer travel plans.
Evidently WE can stop this attack from happening but only if WE call our local radio stations, government officials, and anyone who will listen and tell them about the coming events. If We all get together and prevent the attack we can push back the doomsday clock to 2010. That gives us two more years before it all really ends according to the Mayans. Of course they haven’t been around for a really long time.
I’m not one of those people who believes we should live each day as if it were our last. For some of us it will be but most people aren’t going to die tomorrow or May 5th or the year 2010 or even 2012. If we all lived each day like it were our last we’d never get any work done, our bills wouldn’t be paid, I know I’d run my credit cards up and I’d buy a motorcycle I have been eying but have been unable to justify. I’d probably not run the three loads of laundry in the basement and I know I wouldn’t bother changing the cat pan litter. I’d give the kids a day off from school. I’d also probably stop shaving.
Damn, I’m glad I read this. I was thinking about baking cookies or a cake, but why bother?
I just pulled brownies out of the oven, though, so it’s too late to undo that endeavor. Maybe I’ll just sling them out the back door.
Send them this a way Bill, no point in wasting good brownies. But if it is the end of the world they should be special brownies.
You probably know at this point that everything I bake is usually from scratch. However, after trying various brownie recipes, I have these words for you: Ghiradelli Brownie Mix.
After my last homemade batch from yet another inner-neck recipe turned out like paving stones (they’re out back and still holding up nicely), I said “Fuck this shit!” and bought Ghiradelli after a friend served them to me one evening.
I’ll have to try them.
Did I miss the apocalypse?