What would you do if the world was ending in 24 hours?

skip work, jump the next flight to dublin and get there just in time to spend my last few moments in his arms.
 
Clean behind the fridge. I keep meaning to do it but there never seems to be enough time. On the off chance there's some sort of after life, I'd hate to spend eternity knowing I never finished that chore.
 
Interesting question. In what way is the world "ending"?

If it were some type of mega-disaster....even a major one, like a comet strike, a thermonuclear exchange or a supervolcano eruption....I'd more than likely have some hope of survival. Unrealistic, perhaps, but I'd be thinking that I might be one of the lucky ones and I'd be hunkering down somehow.
 
Say the sun becomes to hot for liquid water to exist. That kind of over.
 
In the event that there were no chance of survival, rather than waste time finding a hide out (or bomb shelter etc) I'd spend what time I have left, making sure that those closest to me have no doubt of how much I love and appreciate them. I'd spend it with them, just 'living' , much like any other day.
 
I'd have the rant to end all rants and then go in search of a woman, the finest bottle of Chateau d'Yquem I could afford and a warm, comfortable bed...
 
Spend the day with the kids doing something fun. Tuck them in bed and tell them I love them and will see them in the morning. Then spend the rest of the night with viv and MIS doing what comes naturally. Knowing me, I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I'd spend the night just holding my girls and waiting for the end to come.

Live your life so that every day has worth, and the end of the world loses its' meaning. I don't fear dying. I fear those I love dying before me. If the world ends, no one will be around to mourn or be mourned, so no worries, no pain.
 
Oh that's easy. I'd grab my boy and we would have a sex fest for as long as we could. Then we would welcome the end in bed, snuggled in each others embrace. Always best to be with the one you love.
 
Does everyone know or do only I know?

If I knew, I wouldn't say.

I'd probably have more drinking sex and snuggling than normal, not in that order, but I'd want it to be mundane and normal otherwise. I'd probably make something, as pointless as that is, and listen to TVOTR over and over, and go out for a walk.
 
wake up snorting coke and popping perky pills, taking shots of good russian vodka. then sucking my Master's cock better than i've ever sucked it before. go out to our favorite restaurant one last time. suck him again under the table...not for modesty's sake, but just to not take the focus away from the wonderful meal. go for a long walk together, just enjoying and appreciating nature. lots of snuggling and smooching. every moment, clinging on to him for dear life, as if maybe it could save us. be fucked however, whenever, and by whomever he pleases. shoot meth for the first time, and maybe even take a hit or two off the crack pipe..after all, what can it do to me now? pop plenty of xanax. suck more cock. eat some of my aunt mae's rice pudding, some fried green tomatoes, country ham on tiny buttery biscuits, a juicy BLT, veggie and shrimp tempura made by yours truly...watch "The Color Purple" one last time, while being fucked from behind. have Daddy drive me around and offer my body for the use of any man who wanted it. eat an ice cream cone from the local shop, one scoop chocolate/peanut butter and one scoop butter pecan. top it off with one white chocolate peanut butter cup from godiva. go swimming in the ocean. lie on the beach next to my Master, reading passages from all of my favorite novels...The Good Earth, The Bluest Eye, The Clan of the Cave Bear, Their Eyes Were Watching God, etc. get fucked while wearing a heavy dark blue burqa. snuggle some more. touch and be touched. play with my cat Scooter, then let her eat whatever she wanted, as much as she wanted.

and towards the last hour or so, take some muscle relaxants and sleeping pills and just be still, lying in his arms. content to go, knowing it will be with him....and that the end of the world does not mean the end of our love, or us.
 
Get to Long Island...somehow...and spend the rest of my time with Him.

That's it.
 
Get on the first flight I can to Ireland to see my boyfriend and spend the last moments with him.
 
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