A Pfreaky Pfriday Pfmash-up.
See, the thing I love about this is that it satisfies two needs with one site:
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1. The need to come up with something cool for pfreaky pfriday.
2. The need to make sport of Michael’s birthday.
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Happy birthday, old friend. See you where the view of the west side is unimpeachable.
Saturday, August 8th, 2048. Mark your calendars.
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This means I’ll live to see Sophia’s 43rd birthday,but die 6 days before our 49th wedding anniversary. G, we should plan that big blowout for our 45th, not our 50th.
Huh. August 6, 2050, you can kiss my ass goodbye. I only get to live until I’m 75?
Mike, that’s total bullcrap. Unchangeable Fate is really a dick.
I only got 75 years too… I think it’s rigged.
Stick, you must either be like 40 or you have a shite BMI like me. No other explanation.
Ooooohhh crap. Only 1,292,562,500 seconds left.
1,292,562,499.
1,292,562,498.
1,292,562,497.
1,292,562,496.
1,292,562,495.
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This could go for a while….
June 18, 2054 let’s hear it for living to me eighties :) Mike, you’d better make it to our 50th anniversary. Too bad we can’t do anything to change this…hmm, better living, changing our diet…no that can’t be it.
i mean, let’s not go nuts.
That’s crazy talk. If Mike can find a way to haxxor teh code, we could all live to 150.
Monday, March 17, 2064. Holy crap. I live until I’m 89?? Forget what I said about not having kids. Somebody’s gonna have to be around to take me to the zoo.
I think the key is “Optimist.” Even if you’re a smoker, selecting “Optimist” adds like 15 years. Sounds like funny science to me.
the “optimist” and “pessimist” tags aren’t asking about your outlook on the world, they’re asking you what sort of death estimate you want, and optimistic one, or a pessimistic one.
Wow. Glad to know I haven’t lost my wide-eyed naivete just because I turned 30.
Friday, March 13, 2009. Nice knowing all of you…
ash, i’m busy that day. Can we push it back to the following monday?