In light of this wind/rain/snow storm that is sweeping Canada at the moment, I starting thinking about death.
What would your last words be if you could say them?
What would your last words be if you could say them?
Last words???
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I was thinking something along the lines of....
I'm takin' all you mothah fuckahs with me!!!!!
I'm takin' all you mothah fuckahs with me!!!!!
I was thinking something along the lines of....
I'm takin' all you mothah fuckahs with me!!!!!
Jeez, how I'd love to be thunderin' along the highways of Canada with a psycho like you tonight.
Jeez, how I'd love to be thunderin' along the highways of Canada with a psycho like you tonight.
It would certainly be colourful.:tongue: *wonders if Alex can see Blood red, and newly smashed blue?*
Btw, if you were my co-pilot, there would be nothing to worry about. There would be a pit stop at every gas station for certain "activities":tongue:
It would certainly be colourful.:tongue: *wonders if Alex can see Blood red, and newly smashed blue?*
Btw, if you were my co-pilot, there would be nothing to worry about. There would be a pit stop at every gas station for certain "activities":tongue:
If you two were snowed in...I shudder to think.
If you two were snowed in...I shudder to think.
Shhhh, John.. there would be no shortage of heat....:biggrin1:
Back to my question.:biggrin1:
I might also say, goodbye, with a tip of the hat.
In keeping with my predilection for great film endings, I may look the Grim Reaper in the eye and say, "frankly, my dear, I don't give damn."
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I think i would take some time to quote Emily, i'd probably sing it to the tune of Amazing Grace:
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
I don't know if this counts as last words, but the sounds you'd hear as I lay dying would be me fatally vomiting while JBT butchers both Emily Dickinson and Amazing Grace.
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