Ladies!  It’s almost 2012, have you found your Lloyd Dobler yet? Because in 2012, when shit goes down as long been predicted, only Lloyd Dobler can whisk you away in a stretch limo, as Los Angeles crumbles beneath squealing tires into the Pacific Ocean.  Then, he’ll take you on a wild scavenger hunt from Yellowstone to Vegas, and eventually to Tibet where you’ll board a rescue vessel with the Queen of England.  You’ll start your lives over in a new and improved Africa!  Surely they’ll take in a bunch of spoiled and pampered refugees, instantly forgetting about several centuries of poverty and oppression, and that negligible fact that we assumed they’d just drown with the rest of the riffraff. Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012!

Ladies!  It’s almost 2012, have you found your Lloyd Dobler yet?

Because in 2012, when shit goes down as long been predicted, only Lloyd Dobler can whisk you away in a stretch limo, as Los Angeles crumbles beneath squealing tires into the Pacific Ocean.  Then, he’ll take you on a wild scavenger hunt from Yellowstone to Vegas, and eventually to Tibet where you’ll board a rescue vessel with the Queen of England.  You’ll start your lives over in a new and improved Africa!  Surely they’ll take in a bunch of spoiled and pampered refugees, instantly forgetting about several centuries of poverty and oppression, and that negligible fact that we assumed they’d just drown with the rest of the riffraff.

Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012!