Recap: Unpocalypse one.
A death holiday with a sequel, you gotta love that shit.
1:49 am right now, by lunch time, we'll see if I've been raptured or not.
I hope the fuck not, look at the repulsive pricks/twats that are going to Heaven, Anne Coulter, Michelle Bachman, Falwell, Pat Robertson, yechh, how...well...Hellish.
All the interesting people will be in the red pajamas, where do I send my sizes?
Course, if you see an entry on the Hannibal Lecter series pop up, it was probably all bullshit.
Yeah, it's not quite noon, but, fuck it, I'm calling it.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, bronze age myth fails in accomplishing my demise.
Next time, bring voodoo, muthafckas.