Author Topic: You have thirty minutes of life left.  (Read 4561 times)

I am going to burrito my way out of this world in style.
Haha nice one Tom WAIT A SECOOOND---


That's for pussies who don't wanna forget some bitches.
forget YEAH.
You sicken me.

That's for pussies who don't wanna forget some bitches.
forget YEAH.
AKA female dogs that are furry

Killing loving spree.

Also lots of crying.

I would say goodbye to everyone and go into space and die among the stars to forever rest in the quiet and peace of space :3

I would say goodbye to everyone and go into space and die among the stars to forever rest in the quiet and peace of space :3
  *forever alone*

Post on the forums begging for sympathy, spend 5 minutes typing out a long diatribe about how I love you guys

Reply to all the people that don't believe me for 10 minutes

Jack my moms car with the intention of living awesomely before I die, I run into someone because I can't drive a clutch and spend the the other 15 minutes being bitched at by the dude I ran into.  

Complaining on the fourms about how I only have 30 minutes to live, and seeking activities to do in this time. This will ensure crazy antics, including (however not limited to) breaking the law, drinking heavily, telling people off, ect. etc., only to precede a huge climactical sequence in which it is revealed that I'm not going to die afterall. :D

Reminds me of that one movie, that tom hanks played in, and the same day repeated over and over...

got thrown in jail and woke up to restart the day xD

I'd spit the burrito back out.
that doesn't work.
see, you're going to die now.

while i make myself barf, and survive!

I dont like burritos and I would never eat one.

Go on a killing rampage

go on a killing rampage

feel good before death

Honestly, I would write an open apology on facebook to anyone I have ever done wrong with an added goodbye to all who know I would have personally said bye if I had more time.

I would then write a post here with an apology to anyone I have done wrong.

I would then curse my own vital flaw of having never opened up to anyone, not even friends or family.

Then I would lay in bed and listen to my Zune, awaiting death.

Admit to everyone my true feelings