I told my sister that I wanted to be cremated and she said, “Oh, when?”
I’m sorry that I can’t help you out with your wishes. Nobody would let me have C4. They just started letting me have sharp objects last week.
You’re doing better than I. Nobody will ship me the C4: They keep rejecting my order forms because they’re filled out in purple crayon.
I wish I could disavow My Bride of the notion that anything said by an attractive physician on television is incontrovertibly the cutting edge in medicine and nutrition.