Just a quick question: am I dead?
Saturday morning, I was eating cereal.
It was the kind of cereal that’s “high in fiber” and “low in taste.” Bland. Very Bland. There is no “cheer” in Cheerios. Only blandness. Very bland blandness.
I was eating my blandios when I realized something. Isn’t it the 21st? The day the world ends? The day we all die? The day life is no more?
So I checked the calendar.
Yep. Saturday, the 21st, the day Jibbles ate his blandios, and nothing else. No apocalypse. No destruction. No boom.
Guess we’ll have to wait for December of next year.