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I'm not buying the Mayan prophecy for the end of days, and after December of 2012, I was thinking of heading down to the Yucatan Peninsula for a little trash talk.
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Stuff like..."Hey Mayans... nice end of the world... Way to Predict... Nostradamus kicks your ass." But then I'd cool it down by setting them up at the bar with a few Dos Equis and some Nachos. Hopefully the Mayans down there have a sense of humor.
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I'm sure they're not happy about their dire prediction anyway. A few good Mexican Cervages should soothe over any ruffled feathers.
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