Apocalypse Later

 
So the apocalypse didn’t happen?

It seems, then, that I’ve now got a bit more time to continue on with my hobby: drafting my epitaph.

Going to be a really hard go at it, beating this.

Keep on Truckin’

It keeps me busy.  And it’s F-R-E-E!

Here, so far, are the contenders:
 

  1. “Enough Already.”
  2. “This is Absolutely Not Me at My Best.”
  3. “LOLZ!”
  4. “Excuse Me. For Living.”
  5. “Poopsicle = Poo Popsicle.”
  6. “Probably.”
  7. NO ROBERT FROST
  8. “I’m NOT a Feminist. But…”
  9. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait!”
  10. “Grateful to Have Lived in the Golden Age of Injectable Soft-Tissue Fillers.”
  11. “It’s Not You. It’s Me.”
  12. “Tiger Balm Cures (almost) Everything.”
  13. “I’m Hungry.”
  14. “Chemistry was the worst!! Have a nice summer!”
  15. “Kony 2012.”
  16. “And I Never Got to Ride That Pony.”
  17. “Wish You Were Here.”
  18. “iDied”

 
The final draft, though!

That.

That will be the tricky bit.
 

3 Comments

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3 responses to “Apocalypse Later

  1. I’m hungry is my favorite. Reminds me there’s leftover pumpkin pie in the fridge.

    I love the truck tombstone. In my hometown there’s a cemetary across the street from a McDonald’s and the surname on the tombstone facing the restaurant is “Hamburger.” I shit you not.

    • The Truck Tombstone is near my house, no lies. It’s probably the best Thing I’ve ever seen – but only, of course, because I have not myself witnessed the grandeur and splendour that is “Hamburger”.

  2. Pingback: Actually Getting to Ride That Pony After All | besidealife

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