Based on the swine flu scare, the Rapture Index says chances are high that we’re in End Times.
(See “Plague.”)
Paaaaaaaarrrrrrrrtttttyyyyyyy!
We get all their stuff!
Is it true, then, that people who don’t subscribe to the whole Rapture idea will be left untouched by it? Because we didn’t preach the Rapture and I’d just as soon skip it, thanks.
No Rapture-scholar I, but I did read SOMEWHERE that the Good Ones will ascend and the rest of us will be left stewing in our own sinful juices.
I get dibs on the house in the woods with the solar panels and the electric car, the Kevlar kayak, and all the shoes that fit me.
I’m fine with that, unless you wear a size 8, in which case I am willing to get into a hair-pullin’ over the sandals in my size.
I get their guns (since they all got them). I want to keep them away from the criminals.
For a enjoyable alternative read on the rapture, read Heinlein’s “Job: A Divine Comedy.”
Will there be a test?
All of life is a test.
Nope, you can have all the size 8s. My own size shoe is — um — unusual, which is why I want all of them.
Done.
Plus there is no WAY I’d get into a fight with you.
Oh, goody. My mean reputation lives!
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Paaaaaaaarrrrrrrrtttttyyyyyyy!
We get all their stuff!
Is it true, then, that people who don’t subscribe to the whole Rapture idea will be left untouched by it? Because we didn’t preach the Rapture and I’d just as soon skip it, thanks.
No Rapture-scholar I, but I did read SOMEWHERE that the Good Ones will ascend and the rest of us will be left stewing in our own sinful juices.
I get dibs on the house in the woods with the solar panels and the electric car, the Kevlar kayak, and all the shoes that fit me.
I’m fine with that, unless you wear a size 8, in which case I am willing to get into a hair-pullin’ over the sandals in my size.
I get their guns (since they all got them). I want to keep them away from the criminals.
For a enjoyable alternative read on the rapture, read Heinlein’s “Job: A Divine Comedy.”
Will there be a test?
All of life is a test.
Nope, you can have all the size 8s. My own size shoe is — um — unusual, which is why I want all of them.
Done.
Plus there is no WAY I’d get into a fight with you.
Oh, goody. My mean reputation lives!