Off Widdershins. 
Smart 'dopers should find some way to invest in the boom in shopping starting Saturday when all the Mayans realize they are totally behind on their Christmas shopping. —> profit!
Glad I could help.
I suggest investing in a calendar maker. Every single Mayan will need at least one.
So did the Incas have a calendar we should be concerned about?
I thought Xibalba was that guy from Star Wars. No, wait. That’s Sebulba.
Coincidence? I think not!
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.”-- Richard Bach
What the master calls a butterfly, I call a bug.
SWAT
A 
is just a 
turned upside down!
You forget. Madison is impervious to everything.
“Last call, gentlemen”
This is just like the last time the world ended. I’m very disappointed.
Should we lie down? Put bags over our heads?
Well, it’s not quite the conflagration I’d been banking on.
Never mind, lads, same time tomorrow… we must get a winner one day.
The day isn’t over yet.
I’ll be curious to see what the nutters come up with for the NEXT apocalyptic prediction.
It is in New Zealand and Australia…leave it to them to be safe.
The sky is clear, the sun is shining, and I am PISSED off. Fuckin’ drunken Mayans!
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake.
- *tap tap **
(I’m still here.)