I prefer to live in ignorance of my best before date (which has, alas, already occurred). Thanks, but no. I'll continue to roll the dice. And bone up on the most satisfying suicide techniques.
Living to a hundred? Only if I could still drink, smoke, get it up, and be assured I'd see England win the World Cup. Otherwise, another five seems more than plenty.
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Gotta know what you want out of life.
True. And thankfully, it pretty much all happened.
To put it in chess terms: It's late in the end game; and I'm just a sacrifice away.
I plan on living long enough to attend the 300th anniversary celebrations in honour of the founding of Halifax in 2049. I'll be 86. Done fucking deal. There with bells on, my 72 year old partner and a massive rock-hard erection for the hotel stay later on in the evening! Omar of Acadia, Fuck Yeah!
In 2049 I'll be 101. I plan to move down east and live in a nursing home by the sea. Drop by after the festivities and help me look for my teeth.
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