Aarghhh, my SPLEEN!
“For the love of God! Here, let me do it…”
Seeing as how I plan to come back as a ghost and haunt my children and my children’s children until the end of the world out of sheer orneriness, my last words will have to be, “I’ll be back.”
Then I’ll spend the rest of my afterlife jumping out of closets and from under the bed screaming, “Gotcha ya!”
No, my wife has never been to this motel. Why do you ask?
As an epitaph “Well This Sucks” on my urn
As my last words…
“Well I’ll be damned…”
or
“Via Con Dios”
I’m Homer Simpson!
I will copy Mr. Hankey.
“I have to tell you something. Come closer . . .closer . . . Once, while you were sleeping, I put myself in your mouth, and had a friend take a picture.”
“Message for you, sir.”
I did it…for Johnny!
Who’s Johnny?
At the danger of changing the subject, the other night we were talking about the words Saint Peter uses when greeting newcomers. The consensus was …
“I wish you could have seen the look on your face!”
Promise me you won’t let her hold a prayer vigil around me.