And....the true Prediction.


MMmmmm...Grrumpp, Oh Dry as, wheres the light, (Bump) fuck, curtain (Ziiiip) Oh shit....afternoon. Oh... What, Who are you? Woah! where am I ?

you are a woman arnt ya? :)

(She runs naked into the bathroom to spew)






And thats a run down of wierd and zanny predictions, a little more exciting than waiting a year for the enivitable.



Notice I didn't include death and disruction via the only thing that can wipe us out, the planet.