you have 24 hours left to live

Make a few phone calls, also try and get some sympathy sex. Lastly, drive up to the mountains and die alone in the woods.

masturbate for the entire alotted time...or wait, make someone else masturbate me for the entire alotted time! Yes, that shall suffice!


(Sorry to not give you a serious answer..maybe later?)

haha, a classic, but a great question!

what would i do? well, firstly i would eat a huge motherfucking ulster fry in the morning. not too huge, though, because i don't want to feel ill and bloated the rest of the day, that would just ruin everything.

i'd have to go for a walk or something after that, otherwise it may impair the predictable but hopefully spectacular sex i'll be having for most of the afternoon. then i'd go out for a few drinks in a bohemian-style bar with a bitching trad jazz band, for last laughs and final good-times.

a few phone calls, wishing wells and goodbyes later, Queen's Dont Stop Me Now on repeat, i'd do camp dancing for about an hour. then i'd sit down, light a cigarrette with a cup of good coffee, think of all the good times, the bad times, and the absurdity of all.

with a smile on my face, and a tear in my eye. lights out.

do every possible extreme sport i could in the alloted time. just cuz ive never done anything outside skydive and bunjee jump.

id either die from the time running out, or go out in a blaze of glory doing something cool.

cook up the biggest dose of h i ever did and blast off.

I'd have the nicest day I possibly could, then off myself before the alotted time runs out while I'm still in a good mood. No one's gonna put a time limit on MY life.

Make sure everyone knows how much they meant to me during my lifetime. Buy lots of fabulous shoes. Float. Drive much too fast and smoke way too much. Have slow, passionate, emotional dying sex with the boy. Sit on the beach. Hold hands. Die quietly and slowly in his arms.

that's rather beautiful

it would depend on if it's just me that has 24 hours left or if it's everyone....

i just slide that wad over to my dad and have him invest it in the stock market.

edit: aslo, id cook up the biggest pot of butter beans possible, and chuck it at old people.

[Edited on Jun 02, 2004 by thefuckingdaddy]

Probably get laid , get drunk and go on a death ride

just what i was thinking. if everyone, i'm reminded of a Minutemen song:

when those bombs
start falling
on the first day
of world war three
gonna grab me a girl
and go and fuck her
yeah yeah
world war three...

anyway, if it was just me, i guess i'd make sure i've taken care of every debt owed, square away all personal paperwork, post my last journal entry here, and then have a big party to say goodbye to family and friends.

Have as much sex as possible, hang out with my friends, and tell everyone how much I love them...

and steal a cop car

Wow. If you take this seriously what a difficult question to answer.

I would like to think I would just spend it loving my friends and family really well. Maybe I might make a videotape for my kids so they can see how much daddy truly loved them once they get older.

I might also seriously have to consider ending a certain persons life who caused my wife a great deal of pain once upon a time.

I know I wouldn't want my kids to see me dead so when the final hour grew nearer i'd probably go down to the riverbank where my father and I use to spend so much time fishing together.

go on a killing spree.

find some quiet place and try to stay calm and make my peace.

probably waste my time on here and putting things off, same as every other day

i'd do a shitload of angel dust and walk around naked on the streets of nyc asking for spare change so i can afford like 3 cherry marino's italian ices...'cause they're yummy you know

I would commit a number of felonies. (I'm taking the 5th on which ones. haha)

"i've got his gun! i've got his gun!"

*blam* *blam*

"You know those mornings that you just can't get out of bed,
and you call in sick, if you had a job.
You know those mornings when you just wanna watch TV,
eat corn chips and masturbate.

Sure you do.

Well, when those days happen . . .
what you should do is start thinking about my friends.
My little furry, waterproof pals.
You know I'm talking about . . ."