Dear Everybody,
It's the fucking Apocaplyse. I'm not getting out of bed today unless the dead rise and seek the feast on the flesh of the living. I don't care if a giant beetle with the face of a man arises from the sands of Mecca to proclaim the end, I don't care if Loki unleashes the Fenris Wolf and it devours the All Father, I don't care if the Arch Angel Gabriela and fucking Sachmo himself put on a trumpet duet to call the faithful to the rapture. If there are zombies, wake me up and I'll deal with the mortality challenged motherfuckers. Otherwise, I'm sleeping in.
Love,
Frank.
PS - If the Norse were right and it is Ragnarok, I call Team Captain.
It's the fucking Apocaplyse. I'm not getting out of bed today unless the dead rise and seek the feast on the flesh of the living. I don't care if a giant beetle with the face of a man arises from the sands of Mecca to proclaim the end, I don't care if Loki unleashes the Fenris Wolf and it devours the All Father, I don't care if the Arch Angel Gabriela and fucking Sachmo himself put on a trumpet duet to call the faithful to the rapture. If there are zombies, wake me up and I'll deal with the mortality challenged motherfuckers. Otherwise, I'm sleeping in.
Love,
Frank.
PS - If the Norse were right and it is Ragnarok, I call Team Captain.
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I totally did not wear my apocalypse boots though.
how about you? did you spend the day all hunkered down like a REAL man?