With only six days remaining until the official change we have all been waiting for, I wanted to say a few parting words to Patricia Godziszewski:
Talk to you later
Ta ta for now
May the forces of evil get lost on the way to you front doorstep
Live long and prosper
Y’all come back now
May your teeth never be replaced by freshly ironed wool socks.
May you never awaken one morning and find yourself with Iranian death camps for hands and Gorbachev’s eyelids attached to your feet.
May your spleen never transform into a solution to the European Union’s impending energy crisis and become a battlefield for an upcoming war to end all wars.
Be well, fellow citizen
I must take leave of you now
Hasta la vista
Fare thee well
May your mouth never be conquered by a band of marauding Vikings.
May you never have your soul absorbed into the Netherworld by a power-hungry televangelist.
Bis nächste Woche
God be with ye
Bis zur Konferenz
Stay cool, home-brotha
May you never urinate the sweet sweet sounds of 70’s disco funk.
That is all.
May you never drown in a vat of monkey semen.
I’m leaving now.
May the Abu Jabi never bake muffins in your lower intestine.
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(*wave flags down and down-right) (*wave flags left and up-left) (*wave flags left and up-left) (*wave flags up and down) (*wave flags left and down) (*wave flags up-left and right) (*wave flags down and up-right)
No more of you.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
In a while, crocodile!
Uh, I can hear the voices calling me…see ya (thanks to Merlin)
Fine, then go!
Na-na-naa-na, hey hey hey, Goodbye!
If I don’t return, avenge my death!
This is me. And this is the back of me.
See ya later, alligator
Not now, brown cow
‘Til then, penguin
Hasta mañana, iguana
You stay classy [insert city name here].
Timeout for now Houston
Keep it between the lines…
Keep it between the lines…and dirty side down
Dasvedania (thanks to Technoman)
Paka (thanks to Technoman)
Keep it real (thanks to Technoman)
May your mother’s cousin never be assaulted by Attila the Hun at the supermarket
Hasta la pasta
May bad luck always be at your heels, but never catch you
C U L8R
Don’t let the back door hit ya where the good Lord split ya
May your feet never fall off and grow back as cactuses