Have you heard anything about the alleged end of the world this Friday according to this ancient Mayan calendar?

I guess if worst comes to worst I won’t have to pay my January credit card bill.

Forget about the credit card. Send whatever money you have left to me and I’ll get you a nice spot in heaven.

See my .sig (below). 

Huh?  Were did the .sigs go?

Do you know what ALL the past predictions about the world ending have in common?  They are all wrong, because the world is still here!  2012 year, here we come!

I did see some PBS documentary that said that there is some Maya writing that has some dates after this year.  And they said that this year is end of a manuscript in a England museum.

Forget about the credit card. Send whatever money you have left to me and I’ll get you a nice spot in heaven.

Hey, send me whatever change you have in your pocket and I’ll reserve you a cushy spot in purgatory!

Cap’t Jack

If you’d like I could find everyone nice places in Hell.  I’ve got a cushy apartment and a nice job all lined up for when I get there.

Good Riddance!

Here’s how we know nothing’s going to happen 12/21/12: there’d be at least a handful of greedy capitalist pig corporations trying to make money off of it. Since there haven’t been any big announcements from one, it ain’t gonna happen.

Well, it’s already 12/21 in some parts of the world.

AFAIK Fiji’s still here.

So is China, I think?

Cap’t Jack

It’s getting darker outside every minute where I live…

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh….waitaminute….we’re still here!

Damn! Have to pay my tax bill next year after all!

Damn, Nibiru passed us by again! I feel like Linus in the pumpkin patch, again. Oh well, maybe tomorrow we’ll settle into another year of frightful EOW predictions. I hear Nostrodomus has some new spicy revelations. He isn’t dead you know; he’s writing scripts for the History Channel.

Cap’t Jack

I predicted that we would see temperatures of 444.6 degrees Celsius, the melting point of Sulfur. The whole fire and brimstone trope. But, alas, it snowed a bit.

Well, it’s the 22nd now.

The world is still here,  ending slowly, but the ****house has not gone up in flames.