Thursday, January 3, 2008

When I Die...

I have come up with the perfect solution to a funeral... I won't have one. Instead I would like to be dressed in a astronaut suit (Russian) and dropped from a really high flying plane over a neighborhood. I want a map of the United States in my hand with red x's on all the places the news tells you would be prime targets and code written all over it. When the descrambled the code it would simply say: "Why did you spend so much time decoding this worthless message?"

Is this too much to ask?

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