Evidently...
According to the death clock, I'm a goner in about 20 years if I remain a pessimist.
I recalculated as an optimist, and if I change my ways now, and start chirping about like an irritating little fuckwitted mouseketeer, I get an extra 20+ years!
Unless I'm too cheerful and preoccupied with glee to see the bus coming. Because that's probably what'd happen. Believe me.
posted by Andraste at 5:23 PM
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Good point. I shall investigate the option of annoying the shit out of others as a life-extension tool.
I've always wanted to fuck Annette Funicello wittless.
I am an optimist. If someone messes with me I am pretty sure that I will be good at wacking them although I haven't killed anybody in thirty years. My evil grin and thousand yard stare wilts most people but then again it could be pump twelve gauge I shove in their pants that is the real persuader. Bane's buddy Al of Alnot.
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