18 January 2005
Like sands through the hourglass
This thing expects me to make it all the way into 2027.
(Via Craig Ceely, who will be around long after that.)
Posted at 6:03 AM to General Disinterest
I've got 15 years left.
Of course, I could get hit by a bus tomorrow, and then it won't matter that I didn't have a health screening in the past three years.
This is true. When they're picking parts of you out of the bumper, your cholesterol level won't even be mentioned.
"Yes, sir," said the man to his doctor. "I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't gamble, I don't carouse with women, and I'm planning to live to a hundred."
And the doctor asked: "Why?"
When I finished taking my test, the results page that came up said, "Sorry, you are not permitted to take this test via seance."
Not sure exactly what to make of that.
Well, according to the survey, I have about 65 years left on Mother Earth. Although I'm not sure if the thought of living 'til I'm 98.8 excites me.
I guess we'll see when I'm 98.8.
Well, another 16.5 years for me then I shuffle off of this mortal coil. What do you expect from a smoker?