It doesn’t matter anyway.

“Dirt nap” will come and then we’ll be forgotten.

Mother Earth may soon just shake us all off like a yard dog with fleas for our ecological crimes.

The AntiChrist is rising in the mid-East and Armageddon is nigh.

The terrorists will soon have nukes.

Sooner or later, the sun will expand and burn us to a crisp.

The good you do will go to the grave with you, but the evil will live on and your enemies will remember you longer than your friends.

So, throw in the towel.

Fuhgettaboutit.

Who cares?

What the hell?

So, tonight, I’m going down to Norman and play on a giant slip’n’slide, trying to best a mythical world record.

Hope they don’t test me for doping.