It has come to my attention that the world as we know it will end tomorrow, Saturday, at 6 p.m. my time. In the event that I actually DO make the cut for the rapture, I would like my worldly goods dispersed as follows:
Shades,
Please use the IP address to locate the Jersey homestead. There you will find a Pug at the door barking her ever lovin' tail off. Please send her to Stak. She eats two small meals per day (no grains!!!) and likes to dress up.
If you cannot locate the house via IP address, just listen for the Pug.
I would like Spurven Ten Sing to have the convertible. ;-)
I would like beastie to have my personal library to be used to build up the left behind Atheist community.
I would like you, Shades, to have my rustic house and everything in it. There is a cute little spot in the back that would be perfect for a jacuzzi...do with it what you will.
At least half the beer needs to go to Gadianton.
In the event that I do NOT make the rapture cut on Saturday, please disregard this message and STAY OUT OF MY FOOD STORAGE!!!
Yours in gest,
Jersey Girl
:-D
p.s. If the prophets are wrong, I will be at the movie theater viewing the latest Pirates movie starring Johnny Depp who has, by all accounts, perfected the smokey eye look.
