I want to be competent in sports conversations with other guys.

I want to live alone in the wilderness for days on end.

I want to learn to write good poems.

I want to dive into a swimming pool of vanilla pudding, crushed oreos and gummy worms.

I want to live in a cooler climate.

Yeah.

I want to see my old roomate’s new baby boy. Whoa.

I want to make an impact as a “resident alien”.

I want to get a dog.

I want to spray my dog with a hose, and keep him from shaking until he is really close to a lady’s hair salon. Then throw a piece of juicy bacon inside, turn and start running.

I want to deny that I have a dog when questioned by authorities.

I want to give a million dollars away over the course of my lifetime to people in deep need that I know personally.

I want to go golfing with my brother.

I want a cheeseburger, with onion straws and peppercorn.

I don’t want a heart attack.

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