I’m sure most everyone is familiar with the term “Bucket List:” a list of things you’d like to do before you die.
See the Wonders of the World, visit Venice, see the Eiffel Tower, ride in a fighter jet, go skydiving…
I recently became acquainted with the idea of a “Fucket List:” a list of things you’d do if you found out you only had a month to live; things you might not do for fear of contracting a deadly disease, or getting thrown in jail for the rest of your life.
Castrate Rush Limbaugh, find out what all the hub-bub is over “bath salts,” track down your former soul-mate, sleep with your former soul-mate, kill your former soul-mate (maybe not even in that order!).
So, what’s on your Fucket List?
I’d probably try Heroin. No doubt I’d be hooked before I could finish cookin’ it up, but I could probably afford to keep fixed up for at least a month.
Up to you. I assume a continuum: some people probably feel that they are off to their final reward and will feel the need to clean up their act; others will feel the world will end once they stop perceiving it, and no debauchery would be too depraved.
I’d love to blow money on an expensive gorgeous call-girl (or two together), but I think it would hurt my wife, so I still can’t even if I’m gonna die.
Figure out a way to get all the venom-spewing right-wing slime such as Hannity, Limbaugh, Coulter, O’Reilly, etc. in a room together. Don’t know how, but what the hell, this is fantasy land.
ooo Fugu sounds like a good one, neurotoxin roulette!
*Heroin and crack cocaine [already tried nose blow, did nothing for me except numb my front teeth and make my nose run]
*Hm, tell off Queen Elizabeth - I think she should abdicate and give Chuck a shot at the crown before he drops dead. Actually, I think all ruling monarchs and dictators should abdicate for a chosen successor, might reduce unrest.
*Hold the top economists hostage and hit them with a clue by four on exactly why they are full of shit about outsourcing
*spend a month trying out all the strange drugs [except the one you have to snort up on some damned mountain at the ass-crack of dawn that makes you vomit. I hate vomiting.] I know I like shrooms and LSD, so I don’t need to do those other than as a fond revisiting. I would need to have a nice safe comfortable womb-like room to do it in, and a couple friends to help me feel safe and comfy.
*deface a national monument - how about painting the statue of Abe Lincoln in Washington.
Honestly, I’m kind of surprised some dirt poor dying hobo with a gun hasn’t tried to go down this way.
Assuming this happened before the wife and kid… sell everything I have, move to Vegas, blow it on hookers and booze, and blow, and hookers, and booze. Then, rent a really fast car, find a decent spot near the Grand Canyon, and do what Evel Knievel couldn’t…
For my own list, I find it more disconcerting that the legal ramifications are the only thing stopping me from killing or maiming. I do recognize that this is a bit of a thought experiment. If the diagnosis really came down, I still don’t think I could bring myself to kill someone.
