I'd like to know how fast my dad would leap out of his own casket, grab me by the face, replace himself with ME in the casket, close the lid while whispering into my ear "your mother always hated you" and then regale the other people with stories about how I always wanted to play with dolls when I was a kid if I showed up at his funeral chewing gum. I'm thinking "very" fast.
And that little girl at the end has left John-John in the dust. Beyond heartbreaking.
2 comments:
thank you. although i think maybe she was faking it.
oh man, that'd be awesome....tomorrow we get the tweet "hahaha dont be hatahs, suckas. Im rich!!!"
Post a Comment