Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of
arriving safely in an attractive, well-preserved body; rather you
should skid in sideways, double cheeseburger in one hand, martini in the
other,
body thoroughly trashed, totally worn out, screaming, "Hoo-yah, what a
ride!

I have seen the above roughly 5000 times in the last month. It's been
everywhere else first, it's taken a while, but it finally filtered down to
those reckless desperadoes in the Hummel and Precious Moments figurine
newsgroups, and now to the hard-livin', hard-drinkin' wildmen hunkered over
their Satellit 800s raptly listening to Alex Jones.