Wow. Long strange weekend. Started off great... good theater, good friends, friendly wagering at the HUB. All good things. Spent Saturday with A's family and held my newborn nephew for the better half of the day. He threw up on me... I felt strangely protective and bonded to the little fucker. I mean hell, lots of guys have projectile vomited
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However, if everyone insists on something more traditional, I have this suggestion: Pack my body cavity with Semtex and have everyone stand around a giant plunger and blow me up. Play happy music. Either that or cremate me and smoke me in a joint. That'd be good, too.
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like Arthur!....then the biggest Celtic celebration ever with drinking
and music and JOBSITE games...kind o' like the highland games but everyone is so out of shape they eventually hurt themselves!!!
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Maybe the viking thing could be arranged...I think it would be awesome to do it right in the middle of Bayshore. And all the toffs would be like, "What the fuck, Muffy, they're ruining our view." Gee, maybe *my* spiteful ass wants that. In fact, just throw little chopped up bits of me onto their mansion windows. Splat!
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As for my interment: I think everyone caught it here, but it's become more complicated. In addition to the opera gown, novelty tombstone, granite dildo sceptre, stake through the heart, and practical-joke governmental exhumation...I want something additional carved on my tombstone that'll fuck with posterity. Tell 'em I was some key politician, and confuse the historians.
Seriously, though...I'm with maxmatahari. I would so much rather have my grade A red meat in panthers' and wolves' bellies and the rest of me fertilizing an oak tree. HOWEVER, someone please keep locks of my hair on file so my perfect genetics can eventually be cloned. Ve vill haff a master race.
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