Next Life by Woody Allen
In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and
get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, 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 a 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 luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!
I rest my case.
get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, 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 a 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 luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!
I rest my case.
8 Comments:
*skrattar* Åh, då gör jag nåt rätt i alla fall !
Låter vettigt. Så ska jag göra nästa gång.
Nej förresten - nästnästa får det bli.
Jaaaa! Woody är en mästare på o få till det!
(märkte du att jag kursiverat ett ord)
Tack järrtatt för att du tog den!!! Nu trillar jag tilbaks i min febersvettiga säng o drömmer om blodpannkakor o starka planeter...
Tänk om det händer...
Förlåt mina ständiga referenser till Anders F (arbetsskada!)... men 1974 skrev han: Men tänk om det händer... Tänk om tiden bara vänder... Och nästa gång han fyller år så blir han ett år yngre än nu...En najs tanke nu när man vankar kring den gyllene onämnbara...
LG: Det mesta är rätt... bara man får skratta mycket!
Johnny: Varför inte nästa?
Stella: Ååååh, hon kursiverar sig igen!!!
Tänk om det gick att ordna.
PK.
Pappa: Ja... tänk om...
puss puss
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