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terminal cancer, which means you have 8 to twelve months of good life left, and then a rapid 1 month painful decline to death.
What do you do?
What do you do?
Celebrate, I would finally know what the hell has been wrong with me for the last 14 years and people would finally stop treating me like a lazy slacker-headcase.terminal cancer, which means you have 8 to twelve months of good life left, and then a rapid 1 month painful decline to death.
What do you do?
You're not that ugly.First, I would cry and lament and bitch about my face.
You're that ugly, eh?[/QUOTE]First, I would cry and lament and bitch about my face.
Huh, a job perfectly suited to a our lovable resident psycho; Shego.I would write letters to my kids and take as many pictures with them as possible, fly back east to see my friends & family, put my affairs in order so my husband wouldn't have to worry about it once I die, then ask my doctors for some great drugs. I'd kill myself, but then my life insurance policy wouldn't get paid out.
You would have made a lovely design too. :humph:Nah I'd rather be high as a kite or in a drug induced coma than to be sliced into neat little strips and woven into a basket or something.
And behave like George Bush? =POOH! Have a portrait painted of me, say I want to be forever like this, and make sure nobody ever stabs the painting.
It feels like it's been far too long since I've read this.Wander the Earth, meet people, have adventures and shit. Like Caine from Kung Fu.