Sunday morning, the world should have been in shambles--locusts, rivers of blood, acidic rain, widespread approval ratings for Sarah Palin, the nomination of Pauly D for "Man of the Year," another increase in cigarette prices, seafood surpassing calorie and grease saturated American favorite foods in popularity, and the sequel to Avatar premiering to national acclaim. Essentially, the earth should now idly lollop through space as a pure twirling Hell. However, the rapture ceased to be, or at least, was postponed, the reasoning of course being that the general idea of it was bullsh*t.
Well, it wasn't bullsh*t--you just don't know how it went down.
As most of America knows, Macho Man Randy Savage passed away Friday, May 20th in a car accident in Seminole, Florida (hit the jump here to read more), and made God's acquaintance shortly after via an Atomic Elbow Drop, having seen that preparations for the rapture were already under way.
Here's the tale, as seen through an artist's eye. Say your thank yous at the dinner table tonight:
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