Your last meal if you were on Death Row ?

Discussion in 'The NAAFI Bar' started by killaloe_holiday, Sep 23, 2011.

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  1. TheIronDuke

    TheIronDuke LE Book Reviewer

    Whatever the fuck I fancied when I clocked off my shift. Then I'd top myself since being a Texas prison guard would mean the Baby Jesus hated me.
     
  2. Pussy, if I'm going to the chair, I wanna eat pussy, before I go...!
     
  3. Mushy peas and thick gravy with a buttered muffin,followed by chips 20yrs later....
     
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  4. That's a very noble aim in life, suprised you've not managed to do it yet.
     
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  5. Wouldn`t fancy living on that crap for 20 years.
     
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  6. You forgot the Holland's Steak and Kidney pudding.
     
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  7. I doubt that I'd have any appetite!
     
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  8. Cyanide. Beat the fuckers at their own game.
     
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  9. Keeps your bowels regular,,and it has got to be preferable to death..

    However death by mushy peas sounds infinately worse than lethal injection,so I will opt for 10 years...
     
  10. Sixty

    Sixty LE Moderator Book Reviewer
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    Dodo, cooked in Falernian wine. Source that you f*ckers.
     
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  11. Uncooked popcorn. If it was the electric chair, I'd be paying out...
     
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  12. Aglianico grapes with giant dead pigeon?.....
     
  13. A thick crust of stoneground wholemeal bread smathered in salted butter and a double smearing of Marmite washed down with a mug of hot sweet Earl Grey, no milk, then the fuckers can inject or throw the switch of shout Fire or whatever else it is they do to get a stonker on, fucking titheads, just feed the guy, he,ll soon be voiding it anyway to feed the Wardens Hawgs.
     
  14. In all fairness to the guy,
    you would think that knowing someone was going to kill you in an hour or so would sort of put a bit of a damper on your appetite.