Camping once predicted that the world would end sometime in 1994. Apparently he must have missed a teensy bit of information there because, well were not dead. But this time he assures us, the unclean, that tomorrow is in fact the end. I imagine that I probably will have to call out from work on Saturday, you know to crawl under my bed and cry in the fetal position. If your "smart" you'll do the something similar. Just some kind of wide spread panic is necessary. Maybe go rob a bank or jump out of a plane with no parachute, it doesn't matter really.
HOWEVER, if it turns out that Camping is a total f&#*ing crack pot (which is totally unlikely) then I saw\y we party it up super hard. Hell we can even make it national Harold Camping, on which you must panic in the most destructive way your little brain can possible conjure up. So enjoy this Friday....because it may be your last BAWAHAHAHAHA
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