They're on to Da-da

It's true, but how did they figure it out? We only flagellate goats in private.
And for the record, the goats LIKE IT. It cuts down on their Joyce recitations
and leaves more time for Proust pantomime.

(next sign)

Of Goat Cleanliness, Rapturian Moments of Inertia, and Donuts LEFT BEHIND

WHOOOAOAAAA!

Something is just plain wrong with our Emergency Rapture System... at least for humans. Turkeys and piggies and fish (see above) are currently styling with dodos and dinosaurs, spiritually. However, in regards to the Human Rapture Proper -- which was supposed to occur... well, five months ago, and then either last week or this week, who knows -- but should The Rapture finally strike, this blog thing will be officially unDa-da'ed, 'cause Da-da's elbowed his way to first in line for that big drive-in concession stand in the sky. No, really. God called and said that little 'goat-in-the-dishwasher' incident was no big deal. Lots of people do that. Alas, Da-da fears he got Left Behind AGAIN, this time with all of these jelly donuts. And clean goats.

Hi. I'm clean now. Where's my donut?