Just before midnight, December 9th, 2034: I die in my sleep with a belly full of The Balvenie whiskey.

Some sports team is definitely going to win some kind of championship sometime in the future and some people are going to be really excited about it.

I just need lotto numbers and I have yet to see them predicted. Someone get on that.

Here's a prediction for you that you can count on every single year, some Philadelphia team will either end up in the basement of their division or make it to post season just to loose.

2037: All is quiet in middle America. They are all sound asleep in their Costco Rejuvenation Pods. Soon, district manager Grimwald Crumplebutt will lumber down the hall on his mechanical legs, waking them with the press of a button. The pod doors whirr and fly open; it is 4 am. Their dreams are grey, fuzzy and faraway. It is an exciting day today; a lucky few will be selected to visit the Enrichment Room and view an old film fragment from the forbidden Old Earth archives.

2069: Everybody continues to tell a joke that was already old by mid-2068.

2018: Multiple famous reality TV stars and conspiracy talk show personalities are revealed to be performance artists who simply got a bit too carried away while doing research for their master's thesis. Soon after the reveal, Alex Jones was allegedly discovered hyperventilating and growling in front of the mirror in a Cheesecake Factory restroom; the custodian reports being strangled by Mr. Jones as he screamed and sobbed, "Who am I?? Who am I?!?" before stripping naked and fleeing out of the building and into the woods.

In exactly 43 minutes, Plankton will walk out the door from his office and go home.

2018: Music banter becomes most popular forum on the internet.

2018.1: The Batlord leaves Music Banter.