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:: Thursday, June 28, 2007 ::

"Famous Last Words" -- the game....

This morning I saw a newsfeed that reminded me of a game some friends and I used to play, called "famous last words." Not actual quotes, but things you just might hear people say right before their luck runs out or their judgment renders them candidates for the next round of Darwin Awards. As with many of these, this game goes best with libations, but this morning at work, one of my cohorts and I tossed them back and forth throughout the first couple of hours until we laughed so hard we were short of breath and stumbling out the door. Here are some we remembered hearing or thought up:

:: Hmm, should I cut the blue wire or the red wire?
:: I'll hold it -- you light the fuse.
:: That water tasted fine to me.
:: What does this button do?
:: Toss me that grenade.
:: It's okay -- I packed my own parachute.
:: Wow, what a bright flash....
:: Yeah, it's supposed to make that noise.
:: Did that meat taste kinda funny to you?
:: Don't worry, my parents are asleep.

We found that, after the obvious ground has been covered, people get a little more creative and come up with things like:

:: Pass me a fork-- I think the toast is stuck.
:: Hey, let's open that coffin.
:: Wait, I thought you brought the food....
:: What do you mean I can't carry those asbestos shavings in my backpack?
:: No, leave it plugged in-- this'll only take a sec.
:: I'll bet I can fit in there.

So, yeah. English majors-- what can I tell you? We are twisted, but how else to relieve our pathos than engaging in macabre humor? Got any more? Let's hear it.

:: Anne 8:19 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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