A lot of lack-of-Twinkies-bringing-on-end-times humor flying around. Well hardy, har, har. Though you'd suppose they'd be one of the only things to survive the Apocalypse (in fact, we did that as the scenario for a sketch once for Odyssey of the Mind- a story of a girl being hit by a bus, past, present, and future, with the future scenario being post-apocalyptic and it's cockroaches driving around Twinkies.)
Yeah, let's talk about that instead. After my birthday, it's just a month until the Mayan calendar runs out of space. Did I say runs out of space? I meant PREDICTS THE END TIMES. I think people don't really believe that, but keep perpetuating it because they need other people to believe it so that they've got somebody to feel superior over. At the same time there's that uncertainty that you can't disprove it, and doubt is a powerful force.
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