Considerate Christians should pull over to the side of the road if they know the Rapture is coming. It's probably some kind of Rapture-nullifying sin to just let the heathens get hit with your driverless car.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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I am in Georgia and the sun is down and everyone still seems to be here. Now, granted, I am in a godless college town, but there are a lot of devout kids among the heavy drinkers...
It's been dark for an hour here, and no rapturing that I can see. Of course Canadians are practically Communist devils...
Dude, I am in a CHURCH and the minister is leading bible study, not rapturing.
Sorry for the thumb-twiddling, msbelle. It sucks to be a busy person who could be using time productively if only one had one's implements of doom.
I'm turning things upside-down trying to find these directions but my hands are starting to spasm. Also? I am drowning in receipts waiting to be scanned into a program called Paperless. This is not the paperless lifestyle I envisioned.
We're still here, but we're Catholics and recovering Catholics and I'm pretty sure that means we're going to hell, right?
That reminds me: what do people do with their pay stubs? I just shred mine, but is there any reason to keep any?
I used to try to keep the year end one but none of the rest.
We're still here, but we're Catholics and recovering Catholics and I'm pretty sure that means we're going to hell, right?
All of us non-raptured folk have, what, seven years to hang with the Anti-Christ and/or repent for our godless ways.
And to grab some nice cars, homes, etc....
That reminds me: what do people do with their pay stubs?
You know you don't have to file tax forms in heaven, right?
All of us non-raptured folk have, what, seven years to hang with the Anti-Christ and/or repent for our godless ways.
And to grab some nice cars, homes, etc....
Nice to have the timeline set. Six years, 11 months of godless hedonism, 1 month of deeply sincere repentance, all scheduled in my Outlook calendar.