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So I have come to the disturbing conclusion that my life is like the end of Speed 2 Cruise Control. You know. The part where Willem Defoe flies his plane away after the left pontoon breaks off. He almost hits an oil tanker but he pulls up just in time. As he looks back laughing at narrowly escaping his fate, he looks up just in time to hit some sort of radio tower or beacon or whatever the hell that thing is mounted on the ship. He passes out and when he wakes up he starts laughing crazily--you know Willem Defoe style- then the ship blows up.
Now I am not speaking metaphorically folks. I am serious. I really hope that that is how my life ends in a fiery plane/boat accident while I am laughing maniacally.
Now I am not speaking metaphorically folks. I am serious. I really hope that that is how my life ends in a fiery plane/boat accident while I am laughing maniacally.