I’ll be the poet and you, poetry. — François Coppée
So here it is, fresh from my cold medicine induced mind fog.
In the event of my demise
When my ass finally hits the floor
I hope I die on a Tuesday or Wednesday
Because Monday funerals are a whore
Pass on my beloved Louis V's and all my Jimmy Choos
For they cannot die with me
As I want to be buried instead in my sluttiest pair of shoes
I've come to terms with the fact that life has run its course
Last requests? I have not too many
Please just don't let the Uncle Dave violate my corpse
Now pour out a little liquor and wipe the tears from your eyes
At least you can say you knew me in the event of my demise
This is kind of amazing! Uncle Dave - Dying!
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Whaaa! You're my #blogcrush too! Glad you get my sense of humor. Uncle Dave is such a perv. ;)
DeleteOMG, I am really scared of Uncle Dave. Who is this guy? I never want him near me. Pen x #AnythingGoes
ReplyDeleteHow very kind of you to bequeath your Louis Vuittons and Jimmy Choos! And congratulations - this post was added to the #blogcrush linky as one of their faves!
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Love this - especially the part about being buried in your sluttiest shoes!
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up to #AnythingGoes :)
Debbie