Why Do the Birds Go On Singing? Don’t they Know, It’s the End of the World?
Nobody Knows
Tomorrow…is the end of the world. Oh…you didn’t know that?
Well, some guy who has predicted the end before when it didn’t happen, (believe me, his name is NOT important) has said the rapture will start, and only 2 percent of the population will be taken up into the sky to be with Jesus. The other 98 percent of us no-good nobodies will have to remain and wait for the devil to come get us. We will be forced to watch old Sean Penn movies and Hillary Clinton speeches in-between earthquakes.
And that’s at the END of our torture!
NEVERTHELESS…I’m prepared. I’ve got a helmet (see picture) just in case Jesus comes for me.
I understand I will have to roll underneath the ground all the way to the holy land from Missouri. Thank GOD it’s still there. Who knows how many rocks, sewer lines, cable lines, tree roots, worms and moles I might roll over on the way. I’m a little worried about crossing underneath the Atlantic, but I will have no choice.
If this is the end, I would like to dedicate this song to you.
If it is NOT the end, then don’t worry, it will come soon enough!
Now, excuse me while I go have some carrot cake to get ready.
Oh yes, enjoy the song and Skeeter’s hairstyle…I did!
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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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Hmmm…stinky feet?
Never occured to me. I thought the smell of mud might just overtake that.
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Wodjamean ‘we’ in the 98%.? Oh ye of little faith. I have laid out a fresh pair of socks for my ascent. I hope all the others have too otherwise we can guess where all the dismay of the 98% will be coming from.
While I am on the sartorial aspects, I would suggest that the ‘most likely to go up in the world’ ladies either wear fresh knickers (a pair made by Janet Reager – by appointment to the Queen – would be appropriate) or a nicely cut pair of slacks, otherwise the 98% left behind might rather enjoy their last few moments before the stink of feet hits them.
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