By the time you read this, I may have already expired.
I'm going kayaking tomorrow.
When you read my obituary, which will no doubt detail the accounts of how an intelligent primate was pathetically beaten by a plastic, elongated flotation device ["novice-sized"], stop and ask yourselves: was this some sort of tragic (albeit hilarious) alignment of the planets, or part of an extensive cosmic plot to snuff out my big, sexy brain before its prime?
Then again, I'm pretty sure I my mental capacity peaked at age twelve, after damage from an especially severe case of Brain Freeze (ah, the dangers of eating-ice-cream-too-quickly) ruined any further cognitive potential.
So, perhaps consider a more approrpriate statement of consolation to toss Zach's way: "I'm surprised he made it this far."
...And hope that my vengeful ghost doesn't come looking for you with a kayaking paddle!
(Does kayaking come with it's own special paddles? I guess I'll find out.)
Posted by James at October 24, 2005 08:38 PM