A Prophet’s Log (Flush)
The Blessing of a Second Life Pt. 3 (Summary)
Countdown: 382 Days
Remaining Sabbaths: 48
Fulfilled Prophecies: 0
Ron’s Death Toll: 0
We made it! Whoo-Hoo! Dill Weed, Jr. and me made it back from our not-so-rough fishing trip. Jr. was Johnny on the spot to inspect the fish I caught.
We didn’t have to resort to dynamite this time as the fish were biting. We enjoyed some great bluegrass music on a station that broadcasts Camping’s Family Radio.. we got to listen to some great music before the End. We had our lines in the water before the beginning of the End. And…. Whoo-Hoo the End didn’t come and I managed to keep Jr. out of the dynamite box.
The impending End didn’t stop False Prophet Weinland from babbling… eeessh. Naturally, he didn’t mention the competition, who by the way has rescheduled the End for October this year. Jr. and me are planning another trip, too! So the summary of Weinbabble…. Blah, blah, blah, blah…. Blabbity blah blah.
Cool video of the week
Tick Tock.
The Andrew G. slide rule correction for cats who can't subtract very well... 375 days and 54 Sabbaths remain.
Your time runs short, Ron Weinland. Judgment day is coming.
Dill Weed
5 comments:
Great! You're back!
We were afraid we'd have to go elsewhere to feed our addiction of dissin' Rotten Ronnie!
I don't really know that much about RW.
Is it true that he's so boring he actually falls asleep during his own sermons?
It's kind of like hearing the Beach Boys singing "I get a round"... you know they're checking their watches and thinking about what's for supper. : D
Dill Weed
I take that as an affirmation.
Did Jr. go swimming or was the water still too cold?
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