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Ten Things Tuesday: Things You Shouldn't Read on a Headstone
 I found your cat!- Ummm...you're standing on my nuts.
- Come closer. I'm trying to look up your skirt.
- With all eternity to reflect upon my life, I've come to realize that you're still a rotten, asshole of a son.
- Soylent Green is people, the chick in "The Crying Game" has a dick, and Rosebud was a sled. Get a fucking life!
- I know what you did last summer.
- Dude! Right now, I'm ACTUALLY skull-fucking your grandmother!
- HELL! Hell is for children.
- Maggots get a lot of bad press. You know, they can reach ALL the nooks and crannies. Better than your frigid bitch of a mother ever could.
- Listen carefully. Murder, THEN suicide!
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6 Comments:
Yeah, your stone is perfect, Andy. I'll have to start thinking of that.
4:33 AM
I intend to be cremated before my wake, have my ashes in a mason jar and an endless loop cassette tape of me saying "Thank you for coming. Don't I look peaceful? Don't I look natural? Didn't they do a wonderful job?"
4:41 AM
HA! I love it.
6:37 AM
Really? Interesting. I'll look into it. Many thanks, Gotwa, or should I call you, Lord?
;)
7:44 AM
Here, to the best of our knowledge, lies Golf Widow.
Hatched 1971.
Matched 2002.
Dispatched 2006.
9:24 AM
That's a good one, GW. Though I am not fond of the dispatched date...unless you're leaving your penguin & Monty Python items to me. ;)
9:55 AM
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