The Way It Ends According To Me

This blog has been too wordy lately. It must be time for Armageddon Wednesday...



See, here's how it'll all pan out. First, Ray Harryhausen will send his flying saucers...




Civilians will look on in boredom and indifference. They'll develop a casual acceptance of their fate...




Then the aliens show up. They sound amazingly like Paul Frees, which does not in any way detract from their overall phallus-ness...




But Salvador Dali is not amused...




So then more Saucers show up...!




And GROUCHO...!




And THESE GUYS...!




And everyone yells, "BLOW, GERRY, BLOW!" BUT...




IT'S TOO LATE!!!!! The world explodes in a beautiful technicolor dream! "We'll... meet again... Don't know where... Don't know wheennnnnn...."

Well, that's the way I would want it to end. Wouldn't you?