Some humouristic morbid thoughts of mine (II)

I’m a very special man. I’d be very sorry if someday I’d die.

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I’m sitting here at the office, working my back off a boring-to-death job which brings me a fortune of money. I guess God has a good laugh looking at me or else He would put me out of this misery.

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God gave me a striking luck when I won one billion dolars at the Lottery one month ago, by the time I was homeless and unemployed. Meanwhile, I got employed at a good name company, my manager is very pleased of me and I love my job as a janitor. Now I can afford to pay my rent in the suburb and I can have a good meal at the social eating hall. What more for God’s sake can I ask for?

A murit mamaie

Voinescu Maria
n. 8 noiembrie 1925 – d. 18 ianuarie 2008

Sectia de Terapie Intensiva, Spitalul Bagdasar-Arseni
18 ianuarie 2008, orele 21:00

Anton, Rodica si tataie isi scoteau halatele in holul de la intrarea in sectie. Am asteptat momentul ca sa merg pentru ultima data la mamaie, inainte sa plec. Ma apropiam de patul ei si ii vedeam corpul zbuciumindu-se sub bataile inimii ei. 150 bpm. Era intoarsa cu spatele spre mine, intr-o parte, incercind sa traga aer in pieptul ei slab si usor dezvelit de atita neliniste. Se uita in gol si respira greu iar eu i-am pus mina pe umar si am mingiiat-o. S-a intors spre mine si s-a uitat cu ochii mirati, adulmecind mirosul celui care era in spatele ei. Nu ma zarea dar eu m-am apropiat de timpla ei si am sarutat-o in timp ce i-am soptit, plingind, la ureche: „Te iubesc, mamaie!”. Ceva din mine imi spunea ca nu am sa o mai revad dupa noaptea aceasta. M-am ridicat putin si am privit spre ea. Si-a intors fata de la mine si a tras aer adinc in piept inca o data. „Si eu te iubesc, cel mai mult, pe tine.” Am mai sarutat-o de 2 ori pe timpla si m-am mai uitat citeva secunde la ea in timp ce o mingiiam pe bratul sting. Apoi m-am indepartat.

La orele 22:00 ale zilei de 18 ianuarie a murit cea mai buna mamaie din lume.

 

27 septembrie 2007

Pentru cei care obisnuiesc sa isi „muste” colegii la serviciu, Snack Attack vine cu o oferta speciala de senvisuri cu „carne” care sa le ostoiasca pofta.

7 august 2007

„- Isus te iubeste!” mi-a spus odata un predicator pe strada. „Oh, ce dragut!”, mi-am zis, dar as prefera sa fiu iubit de o femeie, nu de un barbat.

Some humouristic morbid thoughts of mine (I)

They say there is a life after life. So, when do we die?!

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– So what if you are an atheist? Do you think that you won’t be tried on Judgement Day?
– Oh, yes, I say, but at least I have an alibi.

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My friend has died few minutes ago. Since today, I find out that the mankind starts dying.

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The twenty-first century has begun. But you can still count on me.

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I haven’t believed in God while I was alive but now I do: I am dead and I haven’t yet reached for hell as I was supposed to. So I think I should be grateful to somebody.

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When I was alive I was a true believer and however I had a miserable life. Now that I died, I think that somebody should pay me some compensations.

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As long as I have been alive I’ve seen everyday how unjust God is. Now I am dead and believe me: I don’t care anymore about it.

7th of October 1995

26 septembrie 2006

Trec prin fata magazinului Unirea si ma indrept spre intrarea statiei de metrou. O fata cu pliante in mina incearca sa abordeze un trecator, surizindu-i: „Aveti 1 minut liber?” Observ scena cu coada ochiului in timp ce trecatorul necunoscut se opreste in dreptul ei si ma gindesc ce i-as fi spus eu in locul lui. „Am un minut liber, dar il pastrez pentru mai tirziu”.