(Yeah, yeah, I know. My muse is being prolific tonight!)
I have been hoping, despite reports to the contrary, that the (alleged) great Mayan apocalypse of December 21, 2012, might just be right. Well, here’s some proof that I may have been at least partially correct:
“I did the math. Won’t bore you. Based on the last (Hostess) trucks leaving today,
and how few (T)winkies were made due to the strike, and averaging how many
usually went out – I could not account, though, for panic buying. I did
fudge a few numbers for panic, though. I have come to the date crunch of
December 19-21 to be the day the last (T)winkie is sold off the shelves.
Maybe the Mayans were referring to the Twinkiepocalypse!”
This came from a friend of my wife’s, who is a professional astronomer and amateur geek – or vice versa. You should take two things away from this. First, that there just might be something to that Mayan apocalypse, after all. And second?
Now you know why my wife and I are so suited to each other. 😀