Whoooooooo!
It’s the end of the world as I know it!
and I feel fine.
It’s the end of the world and I gotta spend it at work? OH MAN! Does that ever suck!
It’s Tuesday and I’ve spent 30 of the last 48 hours at work. I’m going home and going to bed. If the world ends, please don’t wake me.
It’s the end of the world!!! Wheee!
Bring on my 72 [COLOR=Indigo]virgins![/COLOR]
Huh? Whatd’ya mean “wrong God”?
Crap.
My day arrives in 2 years, 2 months, and 2 days:
08/08/08
My 45th birthday.
Tremble.
Now that qualifies as a cold day in Hell.
Um, don’t forget it’s also D-Day.
Well I for one welcome ou-- no, too predictable.
You know, there’s actually something funny here. Our AS/400 system at work is down. First time it’s been down in a long time. I can’t do any of my normal lookups or orders or anything. Truly, the devil is in the detais.
Ok, so it’s 6/6/06, I get the hoopla. What I want to know is when does the Caesar appear? Should I have Little Caesars pizza for dinner? 
I was awake for 06:06:06 on 06/06/06 EDT, which is remarkable in and of itself. I’m never awake then. Perhaps I woke myself up to watch the world end. It hasn’t. Yet.
Uh - Shirley - if it’s the end of the world, why the hell am I at WORK???
Same here. Believe me, if the world didn’t end when I was awake that early, it’s not happening.
Woo-Hoo!
My friend is STILL pregnant. No one thought she’d actually make it to her due date. She’s huge. Her membranes have been stripped - twice! - and she’s been having contractions every 15 minutes for a week now. This truly is a devil baby.
:eek: Times a wastin!
:: dials up an order for a carton of Marlboros, case of Grey Goose, some Crab Rangoon, and the blond younger Favio::
He should be Near On…
I kill me!
I want a mark . I pay taxes, dammit, why can’t I have one? Paint that sucker right on my forhead in glowing, phosphorescent script. I’ll leap into traffic and scare priests like Putty in that face-painting episode…“I’m a deeeeeviiiiiiiil! Mu-uh-ahahahahah! Boogah boogah! You been left behind, biotch! Bow down! Who wants to be eaten first?!?”
Huh, just because of some date on the calendar, everyone’s carrying on like we’re all gonna die. What a stu…
Back on June 6, 1906, nobody cared much. Nowadays, its much more thought about.
Screams
We’re all going to DIE!
Or not…