Here is my list of things to do before I die... (In no particulat order)

Bunjee jump out of a helicopter into the Grand Canion (sp?)
Go to Las Vegas/New York and Chicargo
Go to India and see the Taj Mahal and New Deli
Go to Sri Lanka and visit S
Learn to ride a horse
Go to China and see the great wall
Get a tattoo
Join the mile high club
Eat Sushi
Go to College
Write a book, get it published
Go to Norway, make love under the Northern lights
Meet the Red Hot Chili Peppers
See Rush in Concert
Learn to drive
Learn to ride a motor bike
Skydive
Re-roof a house with my dad
Decorate Rob's flat
Go to Hell (a town in Norway)
Go to Spain and visit my Aunt and Cousins
Learn to eat fire
Go to horse races as a first date
Get married
Learn to weld metal
Swim with dolphins
Go to Mexico for the day of the dead
Scuba dive
Go to an F1 race
Get a puppy and name it Sid Vicious
Own and wear a nice dress
Have children
Go to Paris and see the Eiffel Tower
Take children to the zoo/Disneyland/Circus
Be loved by someone
Learn Italian
Go to a street race
Learn to play Poker
Go on London Eye
Go to St Paul's Cathedral
Get nose pierced

Watching the droplet of blood swell and trickle down my leg, one thought went through my head...
I'm going back to waxing!

Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine. It's a beautiful day and love is in the air.
Marie leans over to Pierre and says, 'Pierre, kiss me!'
Pierre grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie's lips.
'What are you doing, Pierre ?' says the startled Marie.
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!'
She smiles and they start kissing.
Things began to heat up a little and Marie says, 'Pierre, kiss me lower.'
Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and pours it on her breasts.
'Pierre! What are you doing now?' asks the bewildered Marie.
'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!'
She giggles and they resume their passionate interlude: and things really steam up.
Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, 'Pierre, kiss me much lower!'
Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap.
He then strikes a match and lights the cognac on fire.
Marie shrieks and dives into the River Seine.
Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms into the air and screams furiously, 'PIERRE , WHAT IN THE F#@K DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?'
Our 'hero' stands and says defiantly,

'I am Pierre, the French fighter pilot! If I go down, I go down in flames!'