by PenultimateManStanding » Sun 20 Nov 2005, 01:38:46
A guy came into our little Italian restaraunt last night and waited 45 minutes for his date. He was smartly dressed, young handsome guy. Eventually his date showed up - good looking young woman in a dress. They drank wine and had dinner. They started to drink enough wine to get drunk, and then they started making out. The girl spilled soup on her blouse and her date licked it off. She slouched down, in the dim candle light, back into the seat. The couple in the next booth were laughing at them. They didn't go any further than they figured they could get away with. They did keep their clothes on but he was doing things, well, let's say his hands were busy working overtime. Then they left. What's the point of this? Nothing really, just amusing stuff I thought. Come to think of it, if you knew that the world was going to fall apart in the next twelve months, really knew that it's TEOTWAWKI, and utterly Mad Max with your chances slim to none, would you max out on the credit cards, take every offer that comes in the mail and put together, say 150,000 dollars and head off on a splurge? Do lines of coke from a hooker's ass (as spec puts it)? Or how about getting set up to homestead with a well stocked RV full of everything from heirloom seeds to weapons and a good supply of gas so you could go find someplace to set up a squatter's camp on the assumption that all civil authority will vanish and property rights will be found in the barrel of a gun, or better, that you can go someplace where nobody will care if you are squatting and may even welcome you because you have such an excellent collection of heirloom seeds which you purchased over the internet. I can't do any of these things because I don't really know what's coming and when. Can't help feeling that now would be a damned good time to have a crystal ball and the platinum credit card offers are flooding my mailbox.