YES! THAT"S THE ONE! The most beautiful piece of music by humans. So it wasn't by Beethoven or Mozart. I didn't know it was called Ride of the Valkyries though.
i would buy the world and leave 1/4 of it and make all the people my killers and give them all their own gun and make them kill each other.and all the beautiful,sexy,hot women will be mine.
go insane with the burden of dying in a few days and kill myself realistically
Theoretically i would date-**** as many women as possible, murder all pedophiles (i hate them) kiss a girl (for the first time......DONT JUDGE ME) and probably jump from a rocket and fly in space for evar in my death
1. Slap the doctor for ruining my day. 2. Cry a bit, then reapply makeup. 3. Walk into work, give a picture of my chest to my boss, (its all he ever looked at anyway), then set fire to his shoes...preferably with him in them. 4. Weep a bit, reapply makeup. 5. Head over to KFC and buy one of those scandelous chicken-for-buns sammies, (ive always wanted one). 6. Drive in the fast lane with my hazard lights and windshield wipers on, doing ...oh...40mph? (That sounds lovely.) 7. Sob, for a time. Reapply makeup. 8. Rent 20 of the worst Redbox videos I can find and return them all in the machine at the McDonalds down the street, improving their selection dramatically. 9. Park my car on the white line in my lot, effectively taking 2 spots for myself. Not to be mean, but simply to mimic my gangsta wanna-be neighbors downstairs. 10. Bag all of my clothing and donate them to goodwill. (The hospital johnnie I'm wearing is just so bloody liberating.) 11. Retrieve cider from the icebox and start getting seriously snooked. 12. Shed tears of self-pity. Throw away makeup. 13. Start a blog full of my drunken attempts at poetry and photos of my cats wearing hats and spam link it to everyone I know. (Everyone will appreciate it once I'm gone.) 14. Turn up some extremely annoying music and stand on my porch, dropping F-Bombs and talking about Biaches. Not to be mean, but simply to mimic my gangsta wanna-be neighbors downstairs. ("Whats New *****cat" on repeat sounds lovely.) 15. Write down my final memoirs in lymeric form on construction paper and staple it all over my walls. It may get me a spot in the paper, aside from the obituarys. (now, what rhymes with Nantucket...?) 16. Drunk dial Mum and Dad and ask their opinion on my blog. 17. Take a long bath and air-dry on the back porch. Not to be mean, but banking on the gangsta wanna-be neighbors downstairs having gone mad and perished. (whats new NOW, *****cats?) muahahahaha! 18. Put on "Night of the Living Dead", retire to my bed, arms crossed, and pray I die peacefully..(or at least before the police arrive.)
That's because Wagner is awesomesauce! Although I personally prefer Chopin a bit more, I do have a fair bit of Wagner on my PC.
I really don't know what I would do, probably spend as much time as I could with my kids, then when I was really close to dying I'd get myself shot into space in a capsule of some sort so I don't have to die on earth. I'd fill the capsule with beer, cigarettes, and music to listen to and just float through space until I expired.
day 1: video games non stop day 2: see 1 day 3: see 1 day 4 dress up like master chief run around kocking down random people and teabagging them day 5: kill everyone i hated from my life day 6: amass a large stockpile of weapons day 7: huge gunfight with cops go out guns blazing!
