The toast didn’t kill him, the injection did

6 comments to The toast didn’t kill him, the injection did

• Rufus

  October 27, 2008 at 9:52 PM · Reply

  This reminds me of another great song; “My Last Meal.” I forget who did it, but it’s a humorous, proto-rock song about a death row inmate who, when asked what he’d like for his last meal, figures out he can prolong his life by making an irrational request. It’s a fun little song. Here’s what I remember:

  “Give me two dinosaur eggs over easy,
  Fried in the butter and not too greasy.
  Some mosquito knees,
  And, if you please,
  A big ol’ mess of black eyed peas.

  Now go, Get my dinner.
  Go. Get my dinner.
  You ain’t got it?
  Well, go out and get it,
  ‘Cause I ain’t gone until you get back with it.

• Floyd

  October 27, 2008 at 10:24 PM · Reply

  I can’t remember the full joke but the post title makes me think of the punchline: “Rectum? Hell, it nearly killed him!”

• Matt Helm

  October 28, 2008 at 4:55 AM · Reply

  Reminds me of the Johnny Cash song, “25 Minutes to Go.”

  “Well, they gave me some beans for my last meal, I’ve got 23 minutes to go … “

• CFKane

  October 28, 2008 at 8:33 AM · Reply

  “… but this ain’t the movies so forget about me!”
  Good song!
  – a Shel Silverstein composition, I believe.

• Kath

  October 28, 2008 at 8:44 AM · Reply

  “There’s always room for toast!”

  Oh, wait, that’s not it — there’s always room for ice cream? No, that’s not it either — oh.
  It’s Jello-O. Blah.

• CFKane

  October 28, 2008 at 6:05 PM · Reply

  I wouldn’t save room for toast in a last meal,unless it was some kind of stall tactic. I’d have another slice of pizza. Or some more dark chocolate almond nuggets. String cheese. Any cheese. But sorry, not toast.

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