I thought it was Virgin that had the reclining, mostly private seats?
[SIZE=1]Well, some of us have a different understanding of “rapture.”
What about the Peeps? We can’t have a post-Rapture Bacchanal without Peeps!
Sounds like a Thunderdome moment to me.
Two Jesus enter, one Jesus leave. Two Jesus enter, one Jesus leave. Two Jesus enter, one Jesus leave. Two Jesus enter, one Jesus leave.
The one who can’t swim is the real one.
Thou art God, but who isn’t?
Oh, you’ve gotta let me bring the Peeps.
I don’t know how much clearer I can make it! I’ll walk y’all through my logic one more time.
- We know the rapture will happen on April 5, 2004.
- The Rapture happens BEFORE Jesus returns.
- My 33rd birthday will be April 6, 2004, the day AFTER the Rapture.
- Jesus was 33 years old when He died.
- Therefore, I am Jesus. QED.
All you other fake Jesii are going to be crawling to me on April 6, pleading with me to turn some water into wine for the big party while I’m out cavorting with the sinners and preparing to lead the good guys in the final battle between good and evil.
Awesome! My birthday is on April 5. That means I can watch all the 'thumpers fly off into space while drunk and stoned. I bet I’ll say, “heh, that’s cool, man.”
And shortly thereafter, I’ll be able to welcome firsthand the brief period when social conservatism is at a low ebb, when healthcare is available to all, and the population is significantly denuded of mindless idiots long enough for real achievements to be made in science and government.
I’ll wake up smiling, and wave those assholes goodbye all day long. Of course, I’ll also be a little saddened when I wake up hung over the following day and find those pricks are still here.
[raises hand] Does this mean I won’t have to file a tax return this year? And how will this affect this spring’s NFL Draft Weekend? [/rh]
I grok that in its fullness, water brother.
Fake Jesii.Now that’s a Band Name.
That’s very thoughtful of you, as it means that those raptured will be able to have a last bonk as they ascend into the clouds.
Unless the Muslims are right, and there are 72 uninflated sex dolls awaiting the faithful.
April 5 is the start of Passover. My scenario:
Regards,
Shodan
Okay with me, but being a color traditionalist, I request that you only bring the glowing yellow and the pulsating pink ones–those new colors are an affront on the senses.
Peeps being taken care of, I say our Post-Rapture Bacchanal needs a traditional, albeit early, Maypole. For this we need a long pole, lots of gaily colored ribbons and a bunch of naked people to dance around the pole, gleefully singing and willing to do whatever it takes to ensure fertility (of all types) in the coming year. The various [bJesii** are especially welcome to participate.
*Oh, gimme that old-time religion . . . *
Let us eat and drink, for, oooh, in about a couple of months, we die!
Beyond Trinity, The Father, The Son, The Other Son, and The Holy Spirit. Behold, The God Quad TM
Well, since there’ll be almost no one to work or shop at Wal-Mart, we can just pick up all the supplies there.
FTR i’m all for the peeps, but a party just aint a party without the krispy kremes.
Ah, yes…post hoc, ergo propter hoc. Nice try, though. Try again next millenium for a chance to win…this brand new car!
Oh, I forgot…I’ll bring some fried chicken for the bacchanal. Everyone OK with Extra Crispy? 
Since the Apocolypse is the on the night of a Passover seder, I’ll bring wine from Israel, whole-wheat matza, Romaine lettuce hearts, and haroset balls. Plus matza-meal pie. We’ll feast like there’s no tomorrow!