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lose not loose, dagnabit
Me and Elvis
Gonna take a ride
In a silvery ship
With little green men inside
Pick up Morrison
Break on through
Look back and laugh
At the likes of you
He's bringing the booze
We're gonna get smashed
What's there to loose
But if the Mayans are wrong
And all life is not over
We'll face Saturday morning
With a Doomsday hangover
I got to see The Joy Formidable's final concert of 2012, Saturday night... so I'm ready.
I am going to put on my white robes and join my brothers and sisters.
I have an obsidian knife and a tall, steeply-staired temple in the back yard. Heads are going to roll!
Shoveling? What, dust?
Looking at the latest weather forecast, many of us may still be shoveling by then.
Go to work in the morning. Drink beer in the evening. Grill a steak. Like any other winter Friday.
I believe the original soccer game was with King Charles' head n 1669.
Like any good Mayan, lop off the head of a prisoner and play kickball with it.
I'll start my Christmas shopping, if the world doesn't end, on the 22nd.
I am with T_O_B, I loathe the hype and the media play on this, etc. The boy came home from school and wants to have a party for the Mayan thing. I said no.
Any foil hats available?
Liberty, we can use our time for more useful pursuits, like tracking ancient aliens and searching for bigfoot. I hear those bigfoot hunters are going to be in Sedgwick county soon. "I think there's a Squatch in these woods". /from a source/
I am not.
With a spacecraft, a cache of melange & a little travelin' music.
We're sacrificing virgins at our place. Everybody's invited!
I would spend some additional time thinking about how seemingly intelligent people are duped into actually believing in such tripe.
It's a fact that for some people, it really will be their Last Day. Maybe we should live every day as though it is our last day, and act accordingly.
Friday is my wedding anniversary. Prime rib, here I come!
Saturday morning I'm going to wake up, run outside and yell loud enough for the neighbors to hear, "OH MY GOD! DOCTOR! YOU SAVED US! THANK YOU!"
Apocalypto. . . Mel is psychotic. Am going to wait for a drunk dial call as I am the One Who Got Away. ( Wink). I still love you, though.
Stock up on ammo and beer.
Would? It's too late if you haven't done it by now. My perimeter is secure and backup obstacles are in place. Just waiting for the fun to start. Come on over.
what's to prepare? there isn't a next day after doomsday.
Wake and bake.
Mayan, schmyan. I have dinner reservations for Saturday.
Where will you go? - T_O_B
No where, it will be like every other day, the go bag near my side. Just in case.
The spousal unit calls it my man purse, but she is wrong.
I'm glad your wife likes my spurtle.
"How would you prepare for the Mayan apocalypse Friday?"
Also, it should be, "How will you prepare."
/routinely destroys the English language in my posts.
I like surprises
"Go bag is not far from my side." RI
Where will you go? When the world ends, I'm sitting on the back stoop taking it all in before it all goes Poof.
Also, thanks for the spurtle. My wife liked it while doing whatever with the pork tenderloin, gravy and potatoes.
By waking up, going to work, taking off early to get to my kid's Christmas party at school and then packing for heading up to the out-laws the next day.
This is another example where the media know this is so stupid, but knows it will get pageviews. Not this OTS so much, but as a wider criticism of media in general. There is no journalistic use for this nonsense other than pageviews. The Mayans don't even believe in this crap. As usual, we can blame the old hippie/new age nonsense. The world will be fine on the 21st Which is a Friday. It is nice to see the bars advertising, "End of the World" parties. Big Booze is always on this type of stuff (see St. Patrick's Day, Cinco de Mayo, Boxing Day....) I bet Big Law Enforcement will be on call Friday night.
With enough tequila to drunk dial The One Who Got Away and tell him I've never forgotten him.
Go bag is not far from my side.
Have that third martini instead of the usual two.
Plan for a Junean mock-a-lypse on Saturday.
Now that there . . . That be an Apocalypse!!
The apocalypse don't start 'til the beer's all gone!
I plan on being in the bunker all weekend, as usual. Or mom's basement. Call it what you will.
It is Friday....duh.....A big thick ribeye with baked potato and some scotch on the rocks...Gaaw...
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