It’s The Motherf*cking Rapture
So, remember all those jokes I made about living on the coast that doesn’t threaten to break into the ocean at a moment’s notice? HAHA. I made this happen with my mind.
For those of you who don’t know, a 5.9 earthquake just hit Virginia – Breaking: And below a nuclear power plant. Of course. – and apparently quakes on the east coast shake the entire goddamn seaboard all the way up to Canada (Also the midwest, I’m now hearing.), so Photo Boy and I definitely felt that shit in our respective hovels here in Pennsylvania. Fun story, I work in my basement and for the past few months could’ve sworn I’ve felt the floor and my desk was slightly shaking, but just chalked it up to the DTs and/or me being crazy. Now I’m going to piss myself at the slightest wobble.
We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming momentarily, just as soon as we finish changing out of our soiled pantaloons. (West coast readers may begin with the laughing and callings of “pussy” now.)