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Yeah, trying to figure out what you want for a last meal would take a lot of thought I reckon.j
Sooo, you believe one's mind would be all over the shop, rather than concentrated, Justin? (Also, clearly hasn't / isn't working for the Labor Party; they still take federal defeat as being their more natural right.)I've sometimes wondered about the last meal thing: does it matter, if you're about to be executed, what you eat, or if you eat at all? It's curious that a final meal, when one least requires the energy, has traditionally been treated as humane, right and proper.
I suppose the best way to find out (how focused one gets) would be to get oneself executed.To be candid I don't think I'd feel liking eating before getting topped - waste of energy as you mentioned.A bottle of scotch, 20 milligrams of valium, and a big fat joint would be wonderful.Now, how does one get themselves executed these day?j
Oh dear, I just found something out. I just asked Pumpkin how does one get executed these days?I caught her at an appropriate time: in the kitchen working hard with her meat cleaver.Anyway, when I asked her the question she looked at me like she usually does: like I'm a dill, grabbed my by the hair, pushed my head down on the chopping block and raised the bloody meat cleaver above her head, while saying the bloody obvious: "this should work OK, darling".I can assure you my mind went totally blank - my arse didn't.I'll be back soon, got a bit of cleaning up to do.j
Ah, a woman of action, not words. Men are not good with words, they like diagrams or illustrations of some sort.Mrs Pumpkin is a clever woman.