I sampled a lot of beer with hundreds of other people and ate a lot of food. I had a merry time.
Growing up I was terrified of the rapture -- terrified of getting "left behind." I remember times when everyone in my house would suddenly seem to disappear and I'd be all alone. I thought, "everyone got raptured but me." To make sure, I would call someone I was pretty sure would make it to heaven to see if they were still around and if they were, I was good.
Well here I am, post-apocalypse and everyone I want in my life and want to be around is here with me.
The next time some crazy person we (and the media) pay so much attention to and predicts armageddon, I am going to start crossing things of my list like... punch someone in the face, eat an entire bacon explosion by myself (that's bacon and sausage smothered in bbq sauce), go on a shopping spree, steal a police car and take it for a joy ride... and many more (well as much as I can do in one day).
So, what did you do on the day of the rapture?
Are you sure you don't want to share the bacon explosion with someone? I'd be willing to help you with that one.
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