Jodes
Enlightened
- Nov 23, 2018
- 1,261
Just one idea:
A man dances around in his room dressed up ready to go out for a good Friday night.
Drunk already to save money in time-honoured British tradition, like back in in the good old days. Nothing beats that feeling of screwing the tax man.
He celebrates. He knows he is ready to go, and all is well.
Goodbyes don't need to be said.
He kisses his wife, says, "Thank you for accepting my death".
A man dances around in his room dressed up ready to go out for a good Friday night.
Drunk already to save money in time-honoured British tradition, like back in in the good old days. Nothing beats that feeling of screwing the tax man.
He celebrates. He knows he is ready to go, and all is well.
Goodbyes don't need to be said.
He kisses his wife, says, "Thank you for accepting my death".
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