Fly, yes (land, no).
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Fly, yes (land, no).
Rest in peace our lost friend Craig,
He thought that he could fly.
On a gusty day he borrowed Pooh's kite,
and sailed across the sky... . . . . . . . . .
Dunno why, but this topic just had me flashback to high school; when the scourge of the now stone-age computer lab monitors were the ceaselessly witty profanities typed as epitaths for unlucky settlers on their way west in The Oregon Trail program...........
Higher learning.
I love Oregon Trail!
Under the sod lies Uncle Guido
How he died, we do not know
I've got a new one...
Poor old Dissy couldn't sleep
she tried and tried
by counting sheep
1, 2, 3, 4....
she tried and tried, then
fell thru a door.
Her lies our dear friend Chip
She went for a skinny dip...
After being in the water for a few,
She was under and no one ever knew.
Wow - Where has this thread been hiding?!!!!
I dont know but I brought it back!! LOL
He lies ChipNDale
Who died saving a Whale!!
Here lies my Pal Rich
He never even saw that Pitch..
Who would of known
His baseball collection would be used to get thrown.
Love, you are reviving the dead now?
not attempting to de-rail the thread here, but I just wanted to say that when I was in school, we would go to "computer" which was basically just our class sitting in the computer lab playing Oregon Trail for an hour. anyway, my friends and I would have competitions for who could kill off all their settlers the quickest. the epitaphs were awesome (and sometimes they would even save!).
here's a quick epitaph, to help stay on target:
Here's to the7thave!
Let's all give our cheers!
unfortunately for him,
there will be no more beers.
Here lies David Stout
He put his left foot in
He put his left foot out
He put his left foot in and
failed to shake it all about.