Living Will.

I, Bobby Walden being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills. If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:Cherry Cheesecake, A Coke, A piece of cake, Sex, Blue berry Cheese cake, Chicken fried steak, Cream gravy, Sex, Mexican food, Chocolate, French fries, Strawberry Cheesecake, Pizza, Sex, Ice cream, "any" Cheesecake or "any" Cheesecake. Sex...Cheesecake. It should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat lady sing,' and call it a day!