Sheesh, first it was the Mayans and now the Vikings. If these people hired social coordinators we wouldn't be having the end of the world on six different occasions. I mean, the 22nd is a Saturday. I had plans. And who ends the world on a Saturday anyway?
Sorry, busy. I can pencil Ragnorak in for next Tuesday if UPS brings my new coveralls from Gander Mountain. I'm not going to Valhalla poorly dressed.
