i feel, if you're going to go into a coma, you should get your money's worth.
on what may be an unrelated subject, who the hell is Sunny von Bulow?
on what may be an unrelated subject, who the hell is Sunny von Bulow?
Sunny von Bulow dead after 28 years in coma
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That's sad. It would have been way cooler to wake up after 28 years like you had time traveled. Dieing after 28 years in a coma is not nearly as cool.
You know what would really be cool? If the doctors would have strapped Sunny onto a remote control motorcycle once a week and raced her around the parking lot. Then maybe take her off-road and buzz over some wicked berms and do all those really crazy stunt jumps like they do on TV. They could make bets whether or not they were going to stick the landing , or if Sunny was going to land on her face again in the dirt.
Then they could duct tape a walkie talkie under her hospital gown and race her across the street from the hospital and up to the drive-thru of the Burger King. They could have the exact change for a Kid’s Meal in a tin cup that they have stapled to her coma head. They order with the walkie talkie, do a wheelie up to the window, tell the burger flipper/money taker to get the money from the tin cup via the walkie talkie. All the while, Sunny has her eyes closed; her head is flopping around like some bitch on Jerry Springer, her mouth is wide open, and drool is streaming down her cheeks.
While she rides off into the sunset and heavy traffic; the voice on the walkie talkie liberally uses the word “gay” while referring to the creepy Burger King guy.
Ah, good times!
Then they could duct tape a walkie talkie under her hospital gown and race her across the street from the hospital and up to the drive-thru of the Burger King. They could have the exact change for a Kid’s Meal in a tin cup that they have stapled to her coma head. They order with the walkie talkie, do a wheelie up to the window, tell the burger flipper/money taker to get the money from the tin cup via the walkie talkie. All the while, Sunny has her eyes closed; her head is flopping around like some bitch on Jerry Springer, her mouth is wide open, and drool is streaming down her cheeks.
While she rides off into the sunset and heavy traffic; the voice on the walkie talkie liberally uses the word “gay” while referring to the creepy Burger King guy.
Ah, good times!