The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
(This may be the first of many posts today, as the mood hits me, so don’t run off like your hair is on fire or something, because it isn’t, yet, is it? )
Well, here we are, citizens of Earth. Our last day. Ever. I’m anticipating that the world will go out with a bang instead of a whimper. At least I hope it does. How lame of mankind to roll over and die without a fight. Or at least without partying like it’s 1999. Er…oh, you know what I mean.
It’s kind of stupid, because it really doesn’t matter, but I did come in to work today. Just in case there IS a tomorrow. Because if there is, the bills still have to be paid. But there is a lot of stuff I would rather be doing.
I could run through the streets naked, screaming at the top of my lungs, and spraying everyone I see with Silly String. Oh, how much fun THAT would be! (For me, not for them-didn’t I just do a post on how fat I am? EEEEGAWDS!) The temperature here today is holding at a balmy 9 degrees fahrenheit, so this is really not an ideal way to spend my last Friday no matter how you slice it.
Maybe I should indulge my inner stooge and poke people in the eyes, smack someone with a plank, or maybe even throw a rock through that large piece of glass those two guys across the street are carrying. Buuuahaaahaaaahaaaa!
(Photo credit: NYCArthur) How would Moe, Larry & Curly spend their last day on Earth?
Today would be a great day to be really evil, though wouldn’t it? To get revenge on all those who’ve done you wrong? Burn down their house, blow up their car, go to Walmart and yell that you have a host of STD’s, and you got them all from this person who stabbed you in the back? That would be sa-weet!!! But, we won’t do that, will we. Just because the world is ending, some of us still have an after life to think of–and I say “some of us”- because everyone has their own beliefs. I don’t think a few harmless pranks will bar the gates of your post Earth dream home-so maybe a few paint balls or eggs could be thrown in lieu of that Molotov cocktail. No one gets hurt, ho harm no foul. Just don’t get caught.
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Or, you could be a Harvey Milquetoast (I love that word) and spend today doing warm,fuzzy, adorable and heartwarming last day on Earth type stuff. (Barf).
….The hills are alive with the sound of music, so I plan to frolic in the meadow with my ridiculously improbable large family of incredibly talented soon to be step-children; and we will break into song as we do the dance of doom in our matching outfits we made of the drapes, don’t the boys look smashing?The end of the world makes me want to ramble in run on sentences–Screw you, I can do whatever I want, I’m Julie Andrews…..
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Hey, big meteor! Over here! Hit us first, before someone sees what we’re wearing!!!
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I need to go buy silly string…
Go go go!!! Before the stores are all out!
You totally stole this post idea from me… so now I hope the world really does end… neener neener…
I am going to spend my last hours doing funny pictures of dogs in Photoshop.
I stole this post idea from you? Have you looked at Freshly Pressed lately? One post has a tag that says “More Apocalypse” I plan to write posts all day just to stay at the top of that list, and I suggest you do the same. Shameless blog-pimping is how I plan to spend my last day, friend, so neener-neener yourself.
🙂
I know everybody is doing this. But you are the one I chose to tease about it.
Well, I feel honored! Two posts so far today. I wonder how many I can actually pull off.
I always find myself wondering how much you can pull off… that sounded wrong…
Now shut up and go look at the dog pictures.
Wow! Didn’t know those ears could get any bigger. That’s just too funny! Thank you!
I guess we crossed comments…
go look go look go look go look go look go look
I’ll be sending out my “Happy End of the World” cards to friends and family.
You go girl. I’m hoping to have some “Oops! We’re still here” cards ready for this weekend, so watch for them. 😉
Honestly, I sprained a muscle in my back a few days ago, so I couldn’t throw an egg even if I wanted to. Can you throw one on my behalf?
“That’s from Calahan, motherf**ker!”
“Why? Who the hell is Calahan?”
Sure thing! Just sent me a covert tweet with the address. I’d love to help.
Just pick one of those guys that has testicles on the back of his pick-up.
I’ll be sure to look for one~
Well, I cleaned, just in case in a zillion years they unearth my house, I want them to say, well at least she wasn’t a slob. ha ha! No, I am cleaning and baking. I’m still here. So are you. Or are we? I guess we are, Judge Judy’s on.