6-6-6... The Number That Makes You Shit Your Pants! (Supposedly)
So the date is 6-6-6, big fucking deal. I've hard idiots harping on about the end of the world, yet again. Seriously though, how many times have you heard someone going on about the world ending due to a meteor, or a prophesy or because Mystic Megs got gas or whatever piece of tat has made its way to the tabloids.
I told the Panda that the world was going to end, you know what he said? 'Nice one, I wont pay my electric bill'.
What I don't get is that it's not 6-6-6 is it? Not really. It's 6-6-2006, now in the bible it doesn't say 'the number of the beast is 6-6-2006' so what's there to stress about? If you can ignore the two thousand bit this time round, why not 1996? Or 1986? Fuck me 1966! That would have had four 6s!? But we survived those didn't we? So chill out, it's not the end of the world.
I told the Panda that the world was going to end, you know what he said? 'Nice one, I wont pay my electric bill'.
What I don't get is that it's not 6-6-6 is it? Not really. It's 6-6-2006, now in the bible it doesn't say 'the number of the beast is 6-6-2006' so what's there to stress about? If you can ignore the two thousand bit this time round, why not 1996? Or 1986? Fuck me 1966! That would have had four 6s!? But we survived those didn't we? So chill out, it's not the end of the world.
