Wait For It… a blog by Andy Ross

The Rapture

Hey, guys, it looks like another Apocalypse is coming up this Saturday. I know some people are a little suspicious of this May 21st deadline for the Rapture, but I for one am beginning to think this might be The Big One, and I'll tell you why:

First off, yesterday I saw a guy at Subway mowing down a foot-long tuna sub. And, at the time it sure seemed like a sign of the Apocalypse. I guess you had to be there, but he had this unkempt salt-and-pepper beard and droopy eyes, and he was just tearing into that tuna sandwich. Something about it was so creepy I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Then, there's that thing a few months ago with the flock of birds falling out of the sky. I know that "science" has multiple "scientific" explanations based on "facts" for that, but still ... Birds. Are. Dinosaurs.

Dinosaurs fell from the sky. Did you know that? Even your so-called evolution admits that that’s fucked up.

Also, the milk in my tea this morning formed the shape of a skull. My wife insisted it was a hot air balloon, but it was a grinning skull. Colleen, we both know it was a skull.

Aaaaaand, I recently watched the trailer for Kevin James’ upcoming movie Zookeeper, and it both horrified me and made me feel at peace. I suddenly realized that if there is indeed a just and benevolent God out there, surely he would end the world before we had to suffer through that film’s release.

These many signs (plus the billboards put up by evangelists who have nothing to gain by all this except for money) have convinced me the world will end this Saturday. I’m not sure what time. Noonish? I can get back to you on that.

So, blah blah blah, rapturous horror, words words words ... If you feel the need to make some last-minute charitable donations in order to get into Heaven, I have a Kickstarter campaign you can contribute towards. I’m trying to invent a hoverboard. Anyone who donates over $100 gets to come to the park and watch me use it once it's finished.

Anyhoo, good luck with all this,
Andy

P.S. Make sure you drop off your compost at the farmer's market first thing Saturday. Because, if you get taken up to Heaven in a blinding flash, who's gonna hand in your compost? The heathens? Heathens don't compost. HEATHENS DON'T COMPOST!!