9:04am- Get my ticket to climb up into Great Pyramid and head towards the tiny hole acting as door. Halfway up steeply inclined walkway, bent over and wedged in with a hundred other tourists, I lose my footing. This causes a pandemonium within the tiny passageway. Kicked, punched, stepped on. Am finally trampled to death by German.
8:14pm- Dressed in same clothes I traveled in for two days thanks to baggage mishandling in Paris. Wear underwear inside out desperate for some semblance of cleanliness. All for naught. By end of day after being forced to use toilets lacking paper, have contracted lethal vaginal infection.
Other than that, pretty good day.
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I love you're entire blog. It's hilarious. I once had an urge to write a bunch of suppositions of my death but the subjects were a bit more on the macabre side. My humor doesn't translate clearly most of the time, but on your blog it works so beautifully.
Thanks, Candy D. I'm so glad you like it. I've got a month and a half of backlogged deaths to write about so the kind words are a good motivator.
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