Hope I die before I get... (a game)

Oddly enough, this is #1 on my list of things that I hopewill happen before I die.

…photos from a P.I. that confirm I married a closeted clown.

I hope I die before I get put in a nursing home.

:frowning: I wish I was dead.

canonized

laminated

fellated by a giant snapping turtle

to see Pamela Anderson naked again (yawn)

hired as a Neil Diamond roadie

accusd of posting to brief a reply

audited

a third testicle

impotent

named to the National Association of Technology Marketing Professions (you can’t imagine a more boring group)

…eat lunch at 3:00 pm, have blue hair and induldge a lap dog named Precious.

*When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on Brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along public railings
And make up for all the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

                                 You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
                                 And eat three pounds of sausage at a go
                                 Or have bread and pickles for a week
                                 And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.

                                 But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
                                 and pay the rent and not swear in the street
                                 and set a good example for the children.
                                 We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

                                 But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
                                 So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
                                 when suddenly I am old
                                 And start to wear purple*

                                ~ Jenny Joser

Any kind of public attention that embarrasses my family.

…roasted over hot coals by cannibals.
…told that the plane is going to crash.
…the world comes to an end.
…there is a Rocky VIII.

…subjected to an intense traning couse of military docterin and am forced to destroy an alien civilization in the hopes of protecting earth.

(for you orson scott card fans out there)

…to see Mary Kate and Ashley on their own sitcom. OOps

…to see Mary Kate and Ashley still trying to get roles as middle-aged women.

…a Viagara perscription.

…marked as the Anti-Christ by Christian fundies and crucified in the middle of Times Square.

…hemmorroids.

…lebotomized. It’s imminent.

…there.

… eaten by crickets
… eaten by spiders
… eaten by snakes
… eaten by marilyn manson

…fingercuffed by Newt Gingrich and Rush Limbaugh

…buried in a pit of sewage swarming with cockroaches,earwigs and maggots.

I know what you meant, but what yer fingers alluded to might be the worse fate. I can’t imagine lifting a voice in praise of the current Republican agenda:

“Kumbaya G. Dybbyuk, kumbaya…”

…the Yankees win another World Series

…get another prostate exam.

…Kathie Lee gets another show.

…George Dubya actually realizes he’s Prezdent.

…to see another Tupac album released.