When I die...
I hope it's in a fast, grisly, and frankly spectacular motorcycle accident.
And I'd rather it was sooner than later.
If you're reading this, God.
Thanks.
And I'd rather it was sooner than later.
If you're reading this, God.
Thanks.
Ryaninja flipped out at 8:39 pm
Throw me a Stabby Shuriken - 5 thrown so far!
5 Comments:
This is where alcohol is your friend. If you go out and get blink drunk, a) your driving will suffer and you'll be more likely to crash, and b) when you crash, you won't feel the broken glass tearing through your flesh as much.
Drinking solves so many of the world's problems, it's a wonder it's not more widely accepted!
And the fuss you made when you chipped your helmet (fnar-fnar).. Imagine the mess this would make of it!!
Heh. That bastard made me believe I'd done that when I was carrying it up the stairs and accidentally bumped the wall with it!!!
Hahahahaha! Sucker! You looked really upset too! Muhauhauhauahuahauhaaaaaaaaa!
you got upset when your sweater (it is not a jumper, a jumper is the psychopath that eats the sidewalk after leaping off the 5th floor)blew off your bike that you had to go find it and write about it. Imagine what you would have to do if you blew off your bike. When I go, I want to be peaceful and sleeping, like my grandpa was, not screaming and scared like everyone else in his car was.
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