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.