Sometime Saturday evening:
Me: Hey babe? What time was the rapture?
Jason: Um...six o'clock I think.
Me, checking time: Well, either it didn't happen or we're going to Hell.
After a few moments...
Jason: Should we check?
Me: Check what?
Jason: The rapture. Let's just turn on the news and see what they say.
Jason then turns on Fox News. That's still a head-scratcher, but whateves.
Randomly, Karl Rove is on the screen.
Me: Well, Karl Rove didn't get dragged back down to the gates of Hell. So we're probably okay.
Jason: That's not really how it works.
I fail at the Rapture. I hope that's okay.
5 comments:
LOLOL!!!!
He did not really turn on the news???!! TOOO FUNNY!!!
*high FIVE* I am a Rapture Fail too!
so we didn't think twice about it. We decide to go to dinner and back out of our garage, across the street, on the side walk is a pair of little girl shoes. They are abandoned like someone was stepping and then vanished. down a few feet was a training wheel bike, upright and alone. no one else insight. For the briefest of seconds my husband and I looked at each other in horror. It wasn't until we were out of our sub and about a mile down the road that we saw another car. We heaved a huge sigh of relief...
I was in Wal-Hell at the time. So I was sure I was one of the left-behinds.
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