My Next life... I want it to be like this

[Uncle Fester]

Yeah , but how do you get back in where you come out from , don't forget your mother had a hell of a job getting you out in the first place :-2

[along-for-the-ride]

Uncle Fester;633019 wrote: Yeah , but how do you get back in where you come out from , don't forget your mother had a hell of a job getting you out in the first place :-2


Thats where the orgasm comes in. She's distracted and by that time you are a little tiny zygote.

[pinkchick]

AngelEyes82;632928 wrote: MY NEXT LIFE

I want to live my next life backwards :

You start out dead and get that out of the way.

Then you wake up in a nursing home feeling better every day.

Then you get kicked out for being too healthy.

Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension.

Then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.

You work 40 years until you're too young to work.

You get ready for High School : drink alcohol, party, and you're

generally promiscuous.

Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you

have no responsibilities.

Then you become a baby, and then...

You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in

Spa-like conditions - central heating, room service on tap, and

then...

You finish off as an orgasm.

I rest my case.


That is just FANTASTIC:wah: :wah:

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pinkchick;633149 wrote: That is just FANTASTIC:wah: :wah:Nobody paid much attention to Red Dwarf, obviously.

There are major drawbacks to living life backwards, AngelEyes, you just need to think it out a bit.

Consider staggering to the pub and spending several hours gradually filling empty pint glasses with mouthfuls of beer so you can hand them full to the bar staff for sucking back into barrels, all the while getting more and more sober.

Think of sitting down to a messy empty plate at lunchtime so you can spit bits of sausage onto a fork and rejoin them on the plate with your knife, making a fresh pile of mashed potatoes as you're doing it. The sausages get uncooked later, put into wrappings, dropped off at the local butcher who unminces them from their skins. Eventually a stack of sausages and joints get attached to bones and allowed to run off into a field to discover what it's like to be a pig.

I'm wondering whether to describe what happens when you hear the cistern running, go into the washroom and find the toilet bowl filling from the sewage system. You pull down your pants, sit, and when you stand up and find the bowl clean you feel strangely distended.

I could go on but take it from me, forwards is far less disconcerting.