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A friend of mine believes there should be 100% Death Tax. Meaning, when you die, all of your possessions, property, money, everything goes to the Government. No willing things to your kids, no leaving land to your grandchildren, nothing. He says that this is some basis for socialism, and that with this type of system, everyone will get a fair start. Yet, as my fellow anti-socialist pointed out, what would stop the Government from Sniping Billy Gates as soon as this legislation was passed. Wouldn't this type of law make euthanasia a fore gone requirement? As I told my buddy, D-funk, if type of Death Tax ever came about, we can surely kiss the possibility of legalization of prostitution out the window (or throw it goodbye...). Because, if I was 75 years old, had a bunch of money I wasn’t allowed to give to my kids, I'm sure you can imagine what I would be doing 24 hours a day. You would think we were Siamese twins, for crying out loud. Think about it.....

I hate how celebrities even voice their opinions at all (referring to the Driver's License ad in Variety). Any person who considers taking political advice from Joaquin Phoenix, William Defoe, Madonna (not Brett Banner), Shannon Tweed or The Dixie Chicks, needs to be dragged outside and doused with gasoline. Just because you are really good at playing make-believe, or were lucky enough to be created by a large enterprise (see: Madonna & Dixie Chicks), doesn't mean you should voice your thoughts, ever. Especially if you are the Dixie Chicks. The next time I want your opinion, I'll give it to you. If it wasn't for the two tall twins, the short fat one would be barefoot and pregnant, handcuffed to a stove. Now she thinks her views on the War on terror need to heard? Blow me.

Top five things I would eat first, if I was lost at sea for 200 plus days, but then found land, near to where I grew up (if that makes sense):
5) About 50 tacos from Del Taco. I would probably drench them in Del Scorcho sauce. By probably I mean definitely and by drench I mean some word that is more drenched than drenched, like soaked or drowned.
4) Mama Dell's or Jeanie Rides' Macaroni & Cheese. This make sthe top 5 as long as I get to drink Milk out of a little tin cup that hold about 7 ounces, have access to unlimited supply of said milk, and be able to watch Chi sit on the bench/couch either Chewing his toenails or training the new Marcy/Honey (I think the two new dogs have real names, but they've abandoned me. the names that is). Why this is a requisite, I am not sure. But it seems like every other time I had this meal, one of those two other elements were present, so why stop a good thing.
3) Sandwich Island #30. If you've never been to sandwich island, then you've never eaten at university village on Jefferson and Vermont. Which is probably a good thing, because you shouldn't hang out at University Village unless you wear all Blue and refer to people as 'Cuz.
2) Georgee's Pizza with Mozzo Sticks. I would love to use this place for a poem written for all the girls that John Corpalongo hooked up with while sharing employment at georgees, but I don't really feel like coming up with one. So, instead. John was dirty and you girls are skanks. I think that sums it up.
1) Luckyboy Breakfast Burrito (chili, extra bacon). there really is no other choice but this one. I just hope that when I have lasted over 200 days at sea, and I ask my friend Dimes to order me one, he doesn't get mine with "chicken and no bacon or chili". More on this later*

Why does the list even come up? Well, I'm almost done with Life of Pi, and the main character has been living off of fish eyes and turtle blood for just about 200 days.
2 things that need to be mentioned about the above list. Northwoods Inn and my mom's Enchiladas should be in the top 5, but Northwoods Inn really is only the Cheese bread and the Blue cheese/Cabbage salad, which although I have done it before, does not constitute a real meal. As with regards to my mom's enchiladas, If I was at sea for 200 days, I wouldn't expect my mom to be cooking up anything in the kitchen right away (I hope).

*dimes, I may have gone to see Old School with your brother without you (even though it was your idea and you told me what time the movie was), but you ruined a Lucky Boy Breakfast Burrito. I am not sure which wrong is worse, but if I was to choose, it was yours! You can always see Old School, but you can never, ever get that Breakfast Burrito back. Ever!