ｷⓤ¢ズ you, zombies . . . I'm an Anteater!

All this freakin' talk of the 'Rapture' has pissed me off. Mightily so! 6pm California time, they say. 2% of the population will immediately ascend to heaven, they say. The remaining 98% will be consumed by zombie-roaming beings and then everyone goes to hell, they say. Well, CRAP! Now, I won't even pretend to think that I'm going to be part of the 2% headed skyward *pausing to snicker*. So, here I am, 48 years old. I've been scoping out the opposite sex since I was about 11. If you ask me, I've dealt with more than my share of scuzzy personalities. Finally (FINALLY!) after about 37 years of men who excelled at the age old game of 'bait and switch', men who by the leanest of standards didn't even come close to being worthy of my time, I finally (FINALLY!) begin to have my faith instilled in the male gender of the species (yeah, you know who you are!), I begin to have some semblance of happiness take up residence in my life and now I have to worry about all that (and more!) coming to an end AND having to worry about starring in my own version of the Thriller video on top of everything else?!? All I know for sure is if I'm going to be carried off by a zombie, he'd better look like Rick Genest or I'll kick and scream for all I'm worth.

So, to all the undead who may or may not show up at some point this evening, I wave my ticket to LA at you and say ｷⓤ¢ズ you, zombies ... I'm an Anteater