SCENARIO : You have 1 hour left to live. What do you do ?
Me ? A combination of the following :
-Tell me my bosses what I really think of them and tell them where they can stick those invoices.
- Run over to my co-worker and tell her I've been in love with her since the first day I saw her, and make wild, passionate, hot-monkey love to her.
- Take my car and get involved in an epic highway pursuit.
- Smoke a cig, have a beer.
Not necessarily in that order.
What about you ?
"wild, passionate, hot-monkey love" FTW
Ummm....in reality I'd probably spend the whole hour thinking about what I'd do with my hour....
hot-monkey love????
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
What can I say ? I'm a clASSy individual
Oh and I failed to mention that during the epic high speed pursuit I'll be bumping
♪ Hiiiiiighwaaaaaaay to the dangerrrrr zo-ooooooooooneeee♪
hmmm... interesting how you'll have time for the car driving... hot-monkey love must be a quickie
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
If it's a sunny day, I'll just get on my bike and ride off into the sunset. Or at least, ride really fucking fast. On my bicycle. Without stopping.
If it's a rainy day though, then my final moments will probably be something like this: trying to save a poisoned friend's life whilst captured by drug smugglers, taking command off the ship and taking it full throttle whilst having a gun aimed at the head and the commander of the ship shouts, "Now then, get away from those controls and come over here?" "Why?" "Because I'll kill ya if you don't!" "Not a very persuasive argument actually because I'm gonna die soon anyway, unless of course-" "I'll give ya to the count of three!" "Unless of course I can find the antidote!" "One!" "I owe it to my friend to try because I'm the reason I got her into this!" "Two!" "So you see, I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU STOP ME NOW!!!" "THREEEEEE!"
So yeah, if rainy day, that would be what I'd do with my last hour: watch Doctor Who: Caves of Androzani. Yes, it's a shit thing to do in my last hour, but no fucking way would I go out for a bike ride in pissing rain! More importantly, in pissing English rain (twice as pissing as American rain, naturally) - i'd be too fucking miserable in my last hour! Nah, I'd wanna go out watching my favourite show with my favourite food: nachos. Perfect!
Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends.
You are a walking talking Doctor Who encyclopedia to me. - Melike
Play with my kids.
Sloth Love Chunk
Leave Feev alone! Hot monkey love is the best!
Umm, I'd fall over dead from the anxiety attack brought on by worrying about my kids and everyone else and actually cut my hour down to about 32 minutes.
People love frozen yogurt. I don't know what to tell you.
Assuming only I have the sword of Damocles over my head:
1. Call a couple of people.
2. If I am not alone (married/have a bf or gf/etc), grab some vino or something like that and be with my love.
3. If I am alone, I'd like to right a few wrongs.
If it's the world ending, my answers don't change very much, but they ways they change are highly significant. No.
It'll take a lot more than words and guns,
A whole lot more than riches and muscle.
The hands of the many must join as one.
And together we'll cross the river.
Puscifer, "The Humbling River"
I think I'd eat Mexican food, get a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks, and hang around with my brothers. Which.... sounds pretty dull now that I wrote it out like that but... that's realistically probably what I'd do.
Hot-monkey love.
I just wanted to say hot-monkey love.
I had my infatuations, but we both know in our hearts who is the sole love of my short, bright life.
Wow...tough question! (Off topic, but have any of you see Real Time? That's the only thing that movie is about - a gambler is given one hour to live by his hitman, and it folds out in real time...amazing!)
I'd probably listen to my favorite bands, while calling my best friend from Indiana, talking right up to the very end, as she would do with me...we've actually talked about this, and agreed. we're a bit morbid, yeah...but it's fun
So you know you're dying around Thanksgiving?Originally Posted by Tempus Frangit
People love frozen yogurt. I don't know what to tell you.
So you know you're dying around Thanksgiving?
I had my infatuations, but we both know in our hearts who is the sole love of my short, bright life.
Excuse me but it'll be hot, wolfie love here.
No, not that type. Get yer heads out o' the gut. Jeez. Can't leave you lot alone with chalk or soda pop.
It'll take a lot more than words and guns,
A whole lot more than riches and muscle.
The hands of the many must join as one.
And together we'll cross the river.
Puscifer, "The Humbling River"
1. Say a prayer
2. Listen to loud music
3. Hang with my family
well, if happens right now that I am at home alone, I will listen to my favorite Dylan songs for about a half-hour, and then watch as much of The Tenant movie as I have the time for.
If, however, it happens when my wife is here with me - see some posts above.
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no movie reference intended
Eat
Love
Pray
Die as quietly as I have lived.
The answer is within
all matter is energy, all energy is GOD
Do not go gentle into that good night,no movie reference intended
Eat
Love
Pray
Die as quietly as I have lived.
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Brice
That is one of my all time favorite poems.
I think if I had only one hour to live ... I'd make sure the people I love know that I love them, and be with my girlfriend, celebrating all we have.
The Man In Black Fled Across The Desert...
...And The Gunslinger Followed.
“I’m always on the Batman rule, sir.” - Kate Kane / Detective Comics 857
"It is the story, not he who tells it." Except to us collectors who have to put limits somewhere. - jhanic
Remember, Remember, The Fifth of November, The Gunpowder, Treason, and Plot.
Okay... that's a deal, my brother! If I know I have only one hour to live ... I will definitely post a picture of myself!
The Man In Black Fled Across The Desert...
...And The Gunslinger Followed.
“I’m always on the Batman rule, sir.” - Kate Kane / Detective Comics 857
"It is the story, not he who tells it." Except to us collectors who have to put limits somewhere. - jhanic
Definitely wild hot passionate monkey love with my husband, then have my brother and mom come over so I can spend time with my kitties and my family all together, and give them instructions on who to notify online upon my passing.
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