But someone asked what kind of flowers I wanted, and I want these: amorphophallus titanum. It looks like a misshapen cock with the odor of rotting mammal flesh. Yum.
A friend of mine is actually growing an amorphophallus,
so that makes me wonder about my friends.
LMFAO Ok Angel 3 dozen amorphophallus on stand by!
ReplyDeleteA Weekend At Bernies comes to mind!
ReplyDeleteShow me yours and I'll show you mine!
ReplyDeleteI want to be cremated with a pound of bacon, and my ashes scattered from a C-130 over Iraq. Enjoy the bacon-dust, boys!
ReplyDeleteNo doubt this was inspired by an expected retaliation from Wire Cutter.
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Somewhere behind enemy lines,
Peoples Republik of Kalifornistan
followed by I don't give a shit what you do with the body. I actually cringed when I typed that, thinking it has probably opened my corpse to all sorts of indignities.
ReplyDeleteSo that bid from the Necrophiliac's union shouldn't be answered;)
Don't worry, Angel, we'll treat your body (or the parts WC leaves intact) with respect. I promise we'll spare you the Barack Hussein Obama-approved mystery tour of Benghazi.
ReplyDeleteFinal exit? You already had a previous one?
ReplyDeleteFree bacon and beer when I get Xed out.
I'm like the old Irishman; If I knew where I was going to Die I'd never go near the place!---Ray
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot more behind this story than I'm willing to tell right now, in the interests of keeping it short. Back before My mother died she and I discussed our preferred funerals. We, having moved from the Baltimore Maryland area where we were out numbered and "tolerant" to North East Indiana where we were not outnumbered, but not tolerated (at the time), I insisted that if anything happened to me that my funeral be a New Orleans style wake just like the ones in the old Bond movie "Live and Let Die"....fuck these crackers, I'm not coming back and therefor I don't care if they're offended.
ReplyDeleteThe situation isn't the same here as it was 30 years ago, most of the crackers have evolved, but I still want to go out in a jazz festival with plenty of malt liquor on tap!
Is foreshadowing the WC visit from Kalifornia, or something else?
ReplyDeleteIf the former, you'll have some time, as he'll have to acclimate to Texas before he goes from California-induced George Constanza-esque shrinkage to "everything's bigger in Texas ...
I'm no longer afraid of wirecutter, Miss Lisa has promised me protection. :-)
ReplyDeleteMy grandfather once said they could stick a bone up his ass and let the dogs drag him away, for all he cared.
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