a good death
one important fact i have learned at college: francis bacon was not much of a scientist, he performed no experiements of real value. he died preforming an experiment of marginal value: he was stufing snow into a dead chicken and got a bad cold, which killed him. perhaps my perpetually soon-to-be hobby of taxidermy can provide me with a similairly ridiculous death. also i'd like to make it public knowledge that in the event of my sudden death i request turducken (seen above) be served at the wake.
additionally i composed a new joke while at symphony (!) tonight, which i will convey to y'all here:
Q-why didn't the stegasaraus enjoy her stuffing at christmas dinner?
A-because she lived in a land before thyme
this is all unified under a common theme, it seems, and i for one am a little surprised at the way it's all turned out.