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the pirate girl
coeval happenings reading: Moab is my Washpot - Stephen Fry listening to:Napalm & Silly Putty - George Carlin travelling/staying in:SA, NSW & Vic - depending when you catch me
Well, it's Saturday: the day foretold as the coming of The Raptor. Those Christians with media releases have been telling everyone they can that the Raptor is coming to kill all the sinners and save those who believe.
They were unclear as to why or how the great Raptor was doing this. They neglected to detail what weaponry he was bringing, or whether it was sheer claws and teeth power. All they said was, the Raptor was coming and we all need to prepare for The End of The World.
I took this to mean that I had to make sure I swept the floor and had clean underwear. After all, I wouldn't want the Raptor thinking I was always this untidy, and if he was busy with the rawring and clawing he may not have time to sit and have a cup of tea while I tidied up and explained that I'd been busy this week and fallen behind on my housekeeping. And as for clean underwear... well i think AngryRaptorDeath trumps being hit by a bus, so it's best to be prepared.
Well, Saturday has come, and is nearly over, and I'm very disappointed that the Raptor didn't come. If he did come, then I'm extra upset that he just didn't visit me.
I will spend the rest of the evening drinking chocolate beverages, drowning my sorrows after my hopes of meeting the Raptor climbed so high.
P.s whats this rapture everyone's talking about? Sounds far fetched