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The numbers game
Dec. 13th, 2006 11:02 amForty-two.
Most people will be familiar with this number after reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy one too many times; the answer to life, the universe and everything. Aside from that however, it's not a particuarly significant number, unless you've a perchant for Battlefield 1942, in which case you are a gamer and will be promptly done away with once I've finished typing this entry.
Forty is a more prominent number, widly regarded the age every woman fears. This is when their breasts plummet from their allocated positions and the ability to disperse crotchspawns begins to diminish, along with their disireability.
But there is one way to secure eternal youth, and that is through eternal sleep. Morbid as it is, if you die young your body may rot but your memory will be preserved. And even years and years later, when normally your hair would've faided to white and your skin would resemble a roadmap, those who loved you would always remember your bright eyes, vibrant nature and raidient smile.
You would have been forty-two today, hide.
I hope they serve bourbon in Heaven.
Most people will be familiar with this number after reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy one too many times; the answer to life, the universe and everything. Aside from that however, it's not a particuarly significant number, unless you've a perchant for Battlefield 1942, in which case you are a gamer and will be promptly done away with once I've finished typing this entry.
Forty is a more prominent number, widly regarded the age every woman fears. This is when their breasts plummet from their allocated positions and the ability to disperse crotchspawns begins to diminish, along with their disireability.
But there is one way to secure eternal youth, and that is through eternal sleep. Morbid as it is, if you die young your body may rot but your memory will be preserved. And even years and years later, when normally your hair would've faided to white and your skin would resemble a roadmap, those who loved you would always remember your bright eyes, vibrant nature and raidient smile.
You would have been forty-two today, hide.
I hope they serve bourbon in Heaven.
