I hope I can go out with a maniacal cat on my head and my bro standing by with a last minute burrito. Doesn’t seem like to be a lot to ask. Yeah. That’s how I want it. I’m sort of inspired now. If I live, I am going to scour the country to find the only Doomsday Prepper who is also a Hoarder and make them into the greatest TV show of all time. Bet you are now debating what to wish for, aren’t you. Sorry.
Oh, and after the jump you can see the pic of a MUCH more realistic depiction of my demise. Sigh.
Dude, does my finger smell like tuna?
“I hope I can go out with a maniacal cat on my head and my bro standing by with a last minute burrito.”
We should all have it so great. I’m really just hoping to not go out in my underwear doing something I probably shouldn’t be doing.
Did I say “not”? I meant “totally.”
You’re going to die alone on Splash Mountain? That actually sounds pretty awesome.