The big buzz these days is that the Mayan calendar ends in December of 2012. Logically, this means the world is coming to an end. There's even a movie about it, which makes it even more convincing. However, seeing as the calendar on my wall ends in 2 months, I'm not even sure we'll make it to next year! If we do, I have a good plan for when the world actually ends...
The wonderful thing about humanity is that, even in the face of impending doom, we see opportunities. Services that promise to take care of your pets and deliver your mail after the rapture whisks you off to heaven certainly have the right idea. What I'm most looking forward to in 2012 are the End of the World parties. If I'm not single when I get to the party, I'll be single by the time I leave. If I leave.
What can we expect? Debauchery like there's no tomorrow. In fact, if I don't have sex with at least 5 different people by the end of the night, I'll probably feel like the world deserves to end. We're talking leave-your-reputation-at-the-door no-dignity hedonism. The only dilemma at that point is whether to use a condom or not. No hero wants to go down with his jacket on.
My only worry is the possibility of some nutbag who wants to call it an early existence and take a few people with him. Dude, I'm not your friend and I'm not going to join you. At least not before I get my rocks off. If we're really determined to go out on our own terms, you'll find us after the party, sprawled naked on the carpet after huffing nitrous oxide.
RSVP.
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