Saturday, May 21, 2011

I Think We Are Alone Now


I think we are alone now. All the wacky Christians, like Harold Camping, have been raptured. Halleujah!!! The nutjobs are gone. I don't have to listen to their crap anymore and now I can have wild sex and eat infants.

This has been the antithesis of the rapture today. We have been having torrential rains for weeks. My barn has been flooded. It was time to build an ark. But today was a stellar day, totally gorgeous, lots of people out and about. Motorcycles everywhere. If there is a God I think he is mocking Camping.



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