the official end of the world.
I was scanning the channels this morning and came on the Cartoon Network and a program entitled “Looney Tunes” . I grew up on the “toons” so I thought a blast from the past would be cool. Low and behold the program description read:
“Yosemite Sam leans on Bugs when his plans to go off the grid go astray”
No, I am not kidding. I am not on drugs but I’m thinking about starting. No anvils. No shooting. No chase across the desert. No exploding carrots. Now I know why the world is going to hell in a hand basket and with any luck it should end way before December 21.
NO! NO! NO! A thousand times no. That whirring sound is Mel Blanc in his grave.
Now I must go and take a shower, a very long shower to hide my tears.