Its 10 minutes to go here Central time. If the world ends it will be fitting that it did while I am perusing clutchfans.
I was outside checking my mail. A strange man approached me from behind. He bit my neck! I came inside and am typing this now. This THING is pounding on my door! I'm starting to foam at the mouth! My eyes are bleeding! I don't know what to do. I feel cold. I'm shutting down! Oh man...what's happening? Where is that CDC Zombie Survival Checklist when I need it? Craving raw meat. Gotta go! Eating my fingers like they are beef jerky. END OF THE WORLD, b****ES!
This is Camping's second incorrect guess about the date of the rapture. I'm giving him one more chance but if he gets it wrong again I'm giving up on him.