Doom Buggy

[patrickpiggy]

Hello, comendante.
well, frankie, this might be on of the easiest questions you've ever had to answer, since it's most likely the last thing that you remember  
How exactly did you die? I have asked a lot of people in this cultural wasteland (Arkansas), and the clearest answer i got is WHEN you died, which was right around my birthday. Nobody has been enlightened, and those that i have enlightened have turned a deaf ear. if i had known who you were at the time, i would be more sad than i am today. But i was only 6, so i don't remember hearing anything about it.
thank you very very much, sir.
SALUTE!

[Frankie]

Hello, comendante.
Uhr... Hello...
(Tell ya what, patrickpiggy person, call me Frankie. It's easier to spell correctly, for one thing)
...pp,
well, frankie, this might be on of the easiest questions you've ever had to answer, since it's most likely the last thing that you remember.
Or the first thing I've forgotten, depending upon your point of view...
How exactly did you die?
Funny you should mention it...
I don't remember!

(And I'm being dead serious!)

((heh-heh... hah-hah-hah... oo-hoo-hoo... aw, damn! Thanks pp, I haven't laughed like that in a while.))

Let me try to relate this to you.
In 1971, some ass-bag pushed me from the stage in London. I might have died then, but no - just severely injured. I have no memory of that incident. I DO remember "waking up" in an odd place, in a shitload of pain, and drugged.
My "demise" is a negative image of that experience.
The "official" cause was pancreatic cancer. All I know of that is the last 4 years of my corporeal existence I "felt" either viciously intense pain, or drugged-out nothingness (and I can't really tell you which was worse - they both sucked big time). What I DO remember is "waking up" in an odd place (here), and feeling no pain - or addled by drugs...
And dude, I gotta tell ya, that is one cherished memory.
i was only 6, so i don't remember hearing anything about it.
So you're what, 16 now? Hmmm, cool. It's good to know that I still appeal to the teenagers.
Thanks for writing,
Frankie

[patrickpiggy]

Well, i'm glad you came back to talk to us. And i will call you frankie from now on... it is easier to spell. and i suppose that it is good for you to be out of your misery, pain, and drugged out suffering.  Thanks for telling me. I've never really liked the pancreas myself. I'm a spleen/appendix man all the way. If those little bastards give you any trouble, you can just chop 'em out.
and i'm 15 now, i was born very late in 1987. like, the 19th of december or something... but it does speak to ME... everyone else listens to nelly or some other stupid crap about getting naked and smacking your bitches... thanks for the music and the answer.

[sharleena]

I've never really liked the pancreas myself. I'm a spleen/appendix man all the way. If those little bastards give you any trouble, you can just chop 'em out.
and i'm 15 now...

This is what i call "a man with conviction".
Somebody give this kid a chocolate popsicle right now!! He deserves!!
 

[Frankie]

This is what i call "a man with conviction".
Somebody give this kid a chocolate popsicle right now!! He deserves!!

Something tells me that "a spleen/appendix man may be a little old for fudgicles, Sharl,
Frankie

[sharleena]

This is what i call "a man with conviction".
Somebody give this kid a chocolate popsicle right now!! He deserves!!

Something tells me that "a spleen/appendix man may be a little old for fudgicles, Sharl,
Frankie

...damn! I'm one of those persons who tends to believe in all seen on the internet (hrmph...!)
However this time i choose to believe. Perhaps his soul is a little old, but not his appendix! Give him the popsicle anyway!  

[patrickpiggy]

Ha ha ha... What are you talking about, you're never too old for a fudgesicle! Silly rabbit.
But seriously... Wait, no. Heh heh... conviction... Thank you, sharleena. You made the remainder of my night.