How to Prepare for the Rapture

With the end of the world happening tomorrow, this may be the last apostrophe catastrophe I will ever post. It's a Friday and there's really nothing we can do about the impending apocalypse, so today's catastrophe will involve alcohol. Obviously.


Besides the obvious apostrophe catastrophe in margarita's, every day should be two words. This restaurant's website also contains an apostrophe catastrophe involving kids meals [sic].

As Britney might say, keep on drinking till the world ends.

With the lack of sun this spring, I already look like a zombie, and I'd love to hang out with Cher. Cockroaches, I'm not so sure about...

Thanks to Alan for sending in this festive apostrophe catastrophe from Grand Rapids, Michigan.