hellll yeahhhh man!! Just imagien how nice her body parts are. I don't want to say the word , i don't want to be banned or some shit
her "body parts" are probably (explicit). i would (explicit) the (explicit) out of her. (explicit) (explicit) (explicit) (explicit)... DAYUMMM
get so good at snowboarding that i have a segment in a film going off massive ramps with my favorite song playing in the background. own a clothing company. produce a rap album do a dj set at a secret rave.
Become rich, and invest heavily in gold. Have some guy steal a bunch of my gold. Then 50 years later, I find the guy, and hear him explain how I'm never gonna find my gold cause he hid it 50 years ago, and he's moved it around a bunch of times. But then I go "that's what you think- actually all you stole from me was bars of worthless aluminum alloy!" The dude is floored, and then as I'm walking out I turn around and go "Revenge, as they say, is a dish best served cold." the whole point is to get to say that phrase, I've always wanted to.
What do I want to do before I die? I break in to Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard: I have a son, and it's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier... Then I meet a girl. I take her out to a nice dinner. She looks amazing. Some guy tries to hit on her... now he wants to fight- so I grab him- I throw him into the jukebox! Then the other ninja's got a knife, he comes at me, we grapple, I turn his knife on him. Blood on the dance floor. She's scared now. I take her home. I'm holding her in my arms. I reach in for a kiss... I hear something in the leaves, I flip her around, she gets a poison arrow right in her back. She was in on it the whole time... but I knew.
-Have some of my work published -Drink with a member of the yakuza -Learn to surf in Bali -Punch George Lopez in the face
See Seattle, San Fransisco, and Japan. Find a boyfriend who doesn't end up being a fucking scum bag. Go to Mitch Hedberg's grave and smoke a doobie. Various things.
1. Travel 4. Visit Fenway and Wrigley 12. Fall madly in love 17. Get a drivers license (I am 20) 43. Customize my dream home/property 99. try LSD (50th birthday?)
kill my 10th prostitute. see any sons i have kill prostitutes. and maybe, just maaaybe, see my sons' son kill a prostitute.