So the Rapture didn't happen on Saturday, which is unfortunate because I was planning on the world ending and therefore decimating my post-birthday hangover from the night before. But alas, it did not. I was ready to move on and pretend not to notice while the crazies had to toss out their THE END IS NEAR signs and start saving up for retirement again because, hell- that is embarrassing enough in itself.
"Can I interest anyone in a pre-owned bus? Custom paint job!"
But no. Oooooh no. They can't just shrug and say, "Well, my goodness! The world is still here. We will now go quietly read the Bible to ourselves and stop harrassing you heathens."
Because Jesus? He is just FASHIONABLY LATE!
That's right, motherfuckers, the J Man will be back in October for, you know, the real Rapture. He was here watching us on Saturday, but he was just invisble. Which I thought was always the case, according to Sunday School teachers all over the nation.
Because Jesus? He is just FASHIONABLY LATE!
That's right, motherfuckers, the J Man will be back in October for, you know, the real Rapture. He was here watching us on Saturday, but he was just invisble. Which I thought was always the case, according to Sunday School teachers all over the nation.
"LOL- got ya!"
Personally, I wish Jesus had taken all the Rapturers with him last weekend, because frankly- I'm tired of mocking them.
But thank god other people aren't.
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