Reply and I will tell you how you die......

[Maggot]

.........with feeling.

[LuMPyPussy]

I'm going to die with feeling?

[SyberBitch]

Ok, go for it Maggy.

(I can already tell that Maggot is in one of his really weird spaces this evening). ::lol::

[Maggot]

[quote='SyberBitch' pid='89791' dateline='1262135706']

You will wake up one day to a great sunny spring day full of life and full of expectations. That morning you will have tea and a piece of cake from someones birthday. You will get the mail and realize that you are out of milk and decide that later you will have to get some.
As a passenger in a green truck driven by another woman that is in a huge hurry to make some appointment. You will end up driving it for some unforeseen reason, and get a flat. A person you work with or live by will stop and give you a ride. You are 69 yrs old.
Later as you get ready for bed you will get tangled in your nightgown and fall against the bureau and cut your head. You will be on the second floor and a family member will hear you tumble.
The next day as you get your mail your heart will stop and you will fall into a bed of freshly sprung tulips.Your last thoughts are " Who will empty the dryer"?

[LuMPyPussy]

So basically Syber's going to be a very clumsy old woman.

[SyberBitch]

[quote='SyberBitch' pid='89791' dateline='1262135706']

You will wake up one day to a great sunny spring day full of life and full of expectations. That morning you will have tea and a piece of cake from someones birthday. You will get the mail and realize that you are out of milk and decide that later you will have to get some.
As a passenger in a green truck driven by another woman that is in a huge hurry to make some appointment. You will end up driving it for some unforeseen reason, and get a flat. A person you work with or live by will stop and give you a ride. You are 69 yrs old.
Later as you get ready for bed you will get tangled in your nightgown and fall against the bureau and cut your head. You will be on the second floor and a family member will hear you tumble.
The next day as you get your mail your heart will stop and you will fall into a bed of freshly sprung tulips.Your last thoughts are " Who will empty the dryer"?

::lol::

That was worthy of a 'Six Feet Under' opening clip.

Hey, at least I still have 30 good years ahead of me!

[Maggot]

[quote='LuMPyPussy' pid='89812' dateline='1262138108']

You will someday be at a Country fair and after eating a candied apple you will become tired from walking and decide to stop for 5 min. on a blue bench. A child will bump into you and spill ice cream on your pants. It will not bother you that much because the child belongs to someone that once worked with you and you will smile. Your feet hurt.
On the way home a piece of metal flies out of the truck 10 cars ahead and although you manage to steer around the wreckage your glasses get broken against the visor that you left half way up. You curse because now you will have an insurance claim pending and your not even sure that they are covered.
The stroke hits you as you enter the apartment complex and a dog licks your hand as you lay in the hallway, death at your door and your leg at an awkward angle. It takes 6 yrs of therapy for you to die. You are 74.

[LuMPyPussy]

I'm gonna have a stroke at 68?

I like to look on the bright side, I'll be dead long before then.

[Maggot]

I'm going to die with feeling?

Yes..........

[Lady Cop]

Maggot with his crystal ball. :o


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[Duchess]

Does this count as a reply ?..::wave::

[ramseycat]

Who's gonna empty the dryer??? ::lol::

[LuMPyPussy]

Maggot with his crystal ball. :o

Looks like he's jacking off under the table.

[Lady Cop]

Does this count as a reply ?..::wave::

i thought it did. ::dontknow::

[Maggot]

[quote='Duchess' pid='89860' dateline='1262162407']
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It starts out as a very cold morning to cold for September. As you gaze out the window you notice that the birdfeeder is getting low and you make a note to yourself to add more seed. You have on a beautiful dress that was given to you by an aquaintance a few years ago and it fits well now.
As the day goes on you begin to see animals coming out of the woods, Foxes, some deer, and a couple groundhogs. You chase them away and laugh as you run after them, they are your friends and they have come to see you. The swingset looks inviting as the day has warmed up and you swing with all the kids you grew up with. Laughing and talking to them you appear to be reliving a past that you had once forgot. You are happy and as a mischevious grin appears you run into the house and get the "keys".
Jumping into the truck you ramble down the road singing and tapping the steering wheel to the music that comes from a broken radio. You remember the birdfeeder suddenly and as you try to turn the truck around you hit a log that careens you onto and over a bridge into the deep end of the pond. The water swirls around you and you laugh again thinking "what a nice day for a swim, so what if my dress gets wet"
You are 82 and have been left alone for the afternoon on the agreement that you will stay out of trouble. Dementia takes on many forms and you think you are 15 yrs old when you die.

[The Antagonist]

I'm going to have weird nightmares from reading this thread!

[Duchess]

I've always thought that I have been very careful by the amount of "me" that I leave here in Mock, for Maggot to have such insight into who I actually am is..is..Gawd, I can't even come up with a word for it, this isn't the first time I've felt that way in regards to something he has written for me...That was very, VERY cool, Maggot, kinda spooky but, fun too !...Thanks, sweetheart..

[twisteroo]

Uh, do me, I think.

I meant do me, not DO me.

[LuMPyPussy]

It'll involve some weird shit with a bicycle and a milking machine.

[twisteroo]

Sweet, sounds like last weekend.