Re: Mayan Apocalypse
Prince predicted 1999 and we all saw how that went.
If we can't trust our funky entertainers from suburban Minnesota then all hope for accuracy is lost.
We can still party like it's 1999. I'll get my VHS copies of Friends
that I taped over the air, and then we can listen to my Del Amitri
and Sixpence None the Richer
I think heaven is what you make it. When I close my eyes for the final time, I hope to wake up standing in a grassy, breezy, sunlit field, a green tennis ball at my feet, and a little black lab, with a white diamond on her chest, running right towards me.