Apocalypse
Purrfect, The End of the World is something that people will always be interesting to people. What's really interesting though are the people who believe in it, I mean, who honestly thinks that a calender ending means the end of the world. My calender ends every year but if that meant the end of the world then that is one fuck-ton of cake. Wait, what were we talking about again? Oh yeah, apocalypse. I have a feeling I've already exhausted all my uses of "Apocolypse" and "End of the World"...
Errmm. Quickly, grab the Stegosaurus! I mean, the The-sourus, Rawrr! I think I may have gone a bit off track here... Exept wait, the world ended for the dinosaurs, didn't it? So it is relevant. Perhaps that is all that is going to happen. A big scary meaty-roar land on us and, POOF! No more us. And then perhaps in a few million years there will be a penguin with a remotely keyboard like machine tapping out something vaguely resembling a blog! Or then again, maybe not.
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