write a book about it.
it would be well good. inuit.

what you’d spend your last dying moments writing about eskimos? fuck that.

i recon id buy a ludicrous ammount of drugs, fuck my way thru every bird who ive never taken up on their offers, and then murder a lot of people i think are ruining the world. tony blair, target number 1. actually, prolly just suicide bomb a cabinet meeting. get on newsrounds presspacker ting, yea? take my plastic explosive, tessa jowel. mwahahaha!

sorry i dont know what came over me. it must be the squatvibe.

id spend all my time stroking fluffy pink bunnies. happy now?

would probably eat a ridiculous amount of food, spend a ridiculous amount of money, do ridiculously stupid and reckless things ( and try not to sleep to much which would be really hard!) :crazy_fre

a skydive has 2 b on the cards. . . .

Been putting it off 2 long!

Cry lots then kill myself.

I wouldnt be able to enjoy myself knowing i was going to die.

give most of the money to my family and close friends to do something good with and spend the rest on substances to ensure I could go out partying but didn’t suffer pain etc (presumably you’d only have a limited lifespan because something serious was wrong with you!)