You death description is my wannabe life description.
(For some reason your obit sounded like my dream for being a crazy drunken southern lady on her front porch screaming at the kids to stay off my lawn. Plus pinching the butt of my hired drink boy.)
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You death description is my wannabe life description.
(For some reason your obit sounded like my dream for being a crazy drunken southern lady on her front porch screaming at the kids to stay off my lawn. Plus pinching the butt of my hired drink boy.)
*Your, not you.
LOL. I like the idea of a hired drink boy...
Yeah, it just kinda sits right... especially if I'm 40 and he's 20.
They knew about my imaginary friends! Quick hide the liqour!
Heh, cute! I had to give it a go too.
I just did mine, it was darned funny.
"Quietly in a modern art museum, Jennifer died a tormented death.
Jennifer will be terribly missed by the guys at the legion."
HA! The legion! I didn't know they cared so much. :)
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