It's the end of the world, again. To be more precise, five months ago was the rapture, where the righteous were taken to heaven by a vengeful God and us sinners left to suffer horribly for five months before judgement day. Since I was not chosen on that day (or anybody else to my knowledge), I spent my time on a hike of death with my boxer Scarlett on Mt. Royal. But then, Harry said that the rapture was spiritual. Because God was all-merciful and wanted to spare his children all the suffering. So those who have been chosen know it in their heart, or not.
It's nice of God to let me have seen DRIVE before fucking things up.
Well, it would appear that everything is still going on according to the program. Friday, the Earth is supposed to be engulfed by a great ball of fire in about a second or something like that. Last time I checked, the only ball of fire in the sky was still far away and even if it explodes, according to scientists, it would take about thirty minutes to roast us all. So I'm not too sure about this. But guess what? I have a day off work next Friday and I am going to entertain you with my apocalypse on Twitter. My order of the day looks like this: Get up, write my daily blog posts while eating breakfast, pay a visit to my barber Ronnie (if he's not dead yet) and then go on ANOTHER hike of death with Scarlett and a Joe Rogan podcast in my ears. Finally, it I make it to the evening alive. I'm going to take Josie out to the restaurant.
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