So here I was, minding my own business, when there's a knock on the door at 1:45 AM. There's Jesus, calling me up for the Rapture. But I've got stuff to do. Only way I could get out of it was to blaspheme the Holy Spirit.
Jesus told me I'd live to regret it, but hell I've got some mail-order shit I've been waiting for, including the next batch of Kinks "Deluxe Edition" CDs, and some fancy interconnect wires for my hifi stuff.
So like what's the fucking hurry with this rapture crap anyway? I'm not really into the whole standing in a circle holding hands singing Kum Ba Ya anyway.