Steal a Lamborghini
Drive to London, fuck Maggie Thatcher up the arse with a snooker cue whilst wearing Dennis Thatcher's recently eviscerated skin suit.

After that I'd drive an 18 wheeler into Covent garden and shoot every FUCKING STREET PERFORMER I COULD FIND then moseying off to find a decent cocktail bar where I could sip a Martini whilst covered in blood and brain matter.

Then I'd head to Saville row to pick myself up a suit before heading off to Morgan M for a slap up meal.

After I'm a bit tipsy and silly, I'd have a few lines and hire 6 prostitutes and no naughty things to them including spluffing my heaving load onto them at the moment of apocalypse.

Zing.
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Thu 11 Sep 2008, 14:50, Reply)