Thursday, July 14, 2011

Friday, January 28, 2011

living backwards

My Next Live
by Woody Allen

In my next life I want to live backwards. You start out dead and fet that out of the way.

Then you wake up in and old people's home feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too health, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school.

You then go to primary school, you become kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in a luxurious spa with conditions like central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then, Voila!

You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

Dear Woody,
if you've seen the RedDwarf, you would know it is not just roses. Just think of Santa Clause! That bastard who is stealing the presetns. And after the orgasm, you would end-up as floating sperm in your father's balls...