So the apocalypse was a no show — unless, of course, your name was Tim Tebow or John Boehner. (Oh, snap!) Hopefully you didn't blow all your money on booze and Olympic hookers in an end-of-the-world bender. That would be awkward, right?
Well, it sure was fun rattling each other's cages and planning end-of-the-world hookups, right? I'll always have my commemorative apocalypse coin (pictured left) that I bought for 88 cents on the Internet to remember that time we survived the end together.
So, what happens now?