Friday, May 20, 2011

Okay, Harold

Okay, Harold. No more camping. Ready for the final countdown. I got my pocket calculator in the palm of my hand. I multiplied all those tens, seventeens, and fives. I still don't know what in the holy shit you are talking about. But you could not possibly be delusional, could you? No, of course not. I'm ready. I'm ready. Just one more day, and I'm rapture ready.

That was Pacific spandex time, right? The prophet Daniel or something says so. Must be one of them California prophets or someplace . . .

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