I'd take a standardised IQ test to once more verify my vast intellect
. Then I'll go to a sperm bank, whack off until I can whack off no more, and send in my test results along with a brief self description.
I'd rent or buy a classic motorcycle, strap on my guitar, and I'd travel south, paying a brief visit to any old acquaintances I might remember on the way.
I'd look for a biker bar for a game of cards and a few beers. At the end of the evening I'd call everyone on my cellphone for a random chat.
The next day I'd spend most of my afternoon riding further south. I should be in France by then (I'm Dutch), so I'd try and find a nice park, where I will write a song titled "The story of awesome ol' me".
An hour before my death I'd take a picture of myself, titled "luvya.jpg", and send it to my entire e-mail list, plus any addresses I might remember but deleted a while back. Also the sperm bank.
The last thing I'll do is call my dad to tell him to finish writing his damn book.
I'd rent or buy a classic motorcycle, strap on my guitar, and I'd travel south, paying a brief visit to any old acquaintances I might remember on the way.
I'd look for a biker bar for a game of cards and a few beers. At the end of the evening I'd call everyone on my cellphone for a random chat.
The next day I'd spend most of my afternoon riding further south. I should be in France by then (I'm Dutch), so I'd try and find a nice park, where I will write a song titled "The story of awesome ol' me".
An hour before my death I'd take a picture of myself, titled "luvya.jpg", and send it to my entire e-mail list, plus any addresses I might remember but deleted a while back. Also the sperm bank.
The last thing I'll do is call my dad to tell him to finish writing his damn book.