😂🤣 I want to be put in a Superman suit and stretched out into a flying position until rigor mortis sets in, then shot into outer space to orbit the planet with the space junk. Not a lot to ask. No satellites shoved up my bum to pay for the cost, either. Damn it.
I want 12 cookie jars at my wake, and people do games to win them. But only 11 have cookies. Winner has to proudly display me on the mantel, or I haunt 'em
