If we were told the world would end next Tuesday. How would you spend your last days?

Oh go on then, you can have a cabin on the pool deck, but only sloppy seconds on the whores.

With my dazzling wit, unbelievable charm and stunning looks? I don't think so.

It's only my crippling modesty that may hold me back a wee bit.

But, thanks for changing your mind. My only other offer involved digging a hole.
 
Conversation would go like this;

Soothsayer: "The world's going to end on Tuesday"

Me: "Fuck off you mentalist"

And I'd carry on like normal because I wouldn't believe it.
 

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