The weather forecast for tomorrow is doom and destruction, with lots of deaths, and a bit of insane laughter here and there.
That’s right, the world ends tomorrow. Lots of people will die, blah blah blah. The Bible guarantees it.
Or at least, that’s the interpretation of some dude/group. Every day Noach spent on his arc, or spent making it or something, stand for a thousand years. Tomorrow, that amount of years has passed by, and that apparently means we’re all fucked.
Coincidentially, I have a party tomorrow. Awesome? I sure do think so.
Well, see you tomorrow. If tomorrow doesn’t destroy Blogger’s servers, that is.