1. Drink. Mostly to come to terms with dying in 24 hours.
2. Go out on an awesome date with my boy.
3. Have sex. (Yeah, I said it).
4. Tell all the worthy folks I love them.
5. Read me some Huxley. Best way to go out.
1. Tell those who are important to me just how much they do mean to me.
2. Drink a margarita or two.
3. Buy a really fun pair of shoes and wear them while drinking my margarita.
4. Watch the sunset while anchored out on the sailboat with Rob.
5. Write an apology letter for whoever has to sort through my sh*t. Most likely this would be done after the second margarita!!
1. Find family and friends and give them one last goodbye. Then ask to borrow money. The money will help with number 2.
2. Make sure all debts are paid so the ole’ lady and the boy can live debt free. Hey, somebody needs to make money off of me.
3. Tour of my favorite restaurants. I would need to eat the following to make sure my last day is complete.
Krispy Kreme Doughnut
Sweet Mama’s pork pop
Chick Fil A chicken biscuit
Dreamland Ribs
Full Moon’s Wings
Johnny Ray’s coconut pie
My mom’s chocolate pound cake
Milo’s apple pie & sweet tea
Olexus’ chocolate cake
Newk’s strawberry cake
Ramma Jamma’s hamburger
Sweet Mama’s cookies and cake bars
Barbara Jean’s pumpkin bread
Guthrie’s Chicken fingers
Of course if I eat all this my last 24 hours may be cut short by a heart attack.
4. Say Goodbye to my favorite coaches – I’d find Mike Dubose, Mike Shula, Mike Price, and Coach Fran and kick them in the crotch. Tweak Phat Phil’s nipples. Stand directly behind Tommy Tubberville so he can never see me and taunt him (for those of you who don’t know he can’t turn his head). Ablate Lou Holtz’s salivary glands. Buy Les Miles a hat that fits. Also, I know he’s not a coach but I’d love to take out Tim Tebow’s knee. Of course it would be done in the name of the Lord so he shouldn’t mind.
September 8, 2008 at 8:57 am
1.) Make sure that my family knows that I love them and spend time with them.
That’s about it, because that’s my number one thing. In comparison to death, I can’t think of anything else that’s important.
September 8, 2008 at 11:53 am
1. Drink. Mostly to come to terms with dying in 24 hours.
2. Go out on an awesome date with my boy.
3. Have sex. (Yeah, I said it).
4. Tell all the worthy folks I love them.
5. Read me some Huxley. Best way to go out.
September 8, 2008 at 6:13 pm
1. Tell those who are important to me just how much they do mean to me.
2. Drink a margarita or two.
3. Buy a really fun pair of shoes and wear them while drinking my margarita.
4. Watch the sunset while anchored out on the sailboat with Rob.
5. Write an apology letter for whoever has to sort through my sh*t. Most likely this would be done after the second margarita!!
September 11, 2008 at 11:00 pm
1. Find family and friends and give them one last goodbye. Then ask to borrow money. The money will help with number 2.
2. Make sure all debts are paid so the ole’ lady and the boy can live debt free. Hey, somebody needs to make money off of me.
3. Tour of my favorite restaurants. I would need to eat the following to make sure my last day is complete.
Krispy Kreme Doughnut
Sweet Mama’s pork pop
Chick Fil A chicken biscuit
Dreamland Ribs
Full Moon’s Wings
Johnny Ray’s coconut pie
My mom’s chocolate pound cake
Milo’s apple pie & sweet tea
Olexus’ chocolate cake
Newk’s strawberry cake
Ramma Jamma’s hamburger
Sweet Mama’s cookies and cake bars
Barbara Jean’s pumpkin bread
Guthrie’s Chicken fingers
Of course if I eat all this my last 24 hours may be cut short by a heart attack.
4. Say Goodbye to my favorite coaches – I’d find Mike Dubose, Mike Shula, Mike Price, and Coach Fran and kick them in the crotch. Tweak Phat Phil’s nipples. Stand directly behind Tommy Tubberville so he can never see me and taunt him (for those of you who don’t know he can’t turn his head). Ablate Lou Holtz’s salivary glands. Buy Les Miles a hat that fits. Also, I know he’s not a coach but I’d love to take out Tim Tebow’s knee. Of course it would be done in the name of the Lord so he shouldn’t mind.
5. Lots of relations. Lots. You know what I mean.