I seriously hope you contract GASH(Gonorrhea, AID's, Syphillis, and Herpes) by way of a late night alley gang rape. You are a worthless pathetic piece of fucking shit. Not only did you mask your number for each call, but after the first five times I didn't answer you continued to call. You even let it go to my voicemail each time, and then you didn't leave a message worth hearing other than simple button push here and there. It makes no sense. I can't understand calling at 3 AM with no reason save for somebody dead, and even then depending upon who is dead, you shouldn't waste a phone call on it or more importantly my sleep. Anyways, you should take up a hobby next time you decide to call me at 3 AM, in fact, I'll even make a list:
Shoot yourself in the head.
Learn how to make a noose.
Possibly clean, using Ammonia and Bleach together in a small pail.
Try bungee jumping minus the bungee cord.
Play doctor and perform a traecheotomy(sp?) on yourself.
Practice sword swallowing(you can use razor blades, they are more reliable.)
See how many pills you can swallow in an hour then the next hour try to beat that record.
Drive into a brick wall(if no car, randomly jump in front of vehicles. May I suggest a big rig?)
Stick a metal handle fork into a light socket.
Duct tape a plastic bag around your head and play hide and go seek. . . you hide. . . no second players to seek, that's cheating.
Headbutt some form of sharp object. . . knife or sword will suffice. If you own neither, a 2x4 with nail's or screws driven through it will be equally interesting.
Gouge your eyeballs out and pour salt in the eye sockets.
Inject an empty syringe into your Jugular. . . if you need help with that, just ask.
Instead of using the phone to dial out. Use the phone as a blunt instrument wielded to end your life.
Note: If you read this post and believe that I am trying to tell you to end your life. . . . You are not mistaken. . . I will not go to the funeral, but if I have to take a piss, I'll keep your gravesite in mind.
So first thing after waking up one morning I found the most awesome way to commit suicide. . . it's so stupid and retarded that I didn't even notice it at the time.
I got up from bed doing my usual tired stumbling and somewhat of a morning(afternoon) routine. . . I walked into the bathroom then to the toilet, where I begin the day by expelling my bladder's toxic wastes. . . even deadly wastes at this point.
As soon as I began to urinate I felt a burning sensation in my eyes and found myself troubled in breathing. Little did I know, the toilet had been cleaned with bleach and some had been left inside the bowl for further whitening.
At that moment it dawned on me. Our urine consists of ammonia for a very good reason; equalled only by the reason of why bleach makes such a good white porcelain and bathroom cleaner. To bring death to those of us who might use too much bleach and punish those of us who do not pay attention.
Darwinism could have taken me at that moment, save for the weak bleach/ strong water mixture in my toilet on that morning. As for me, any suggestions on my experience? Yes, more bleach please. . .
Scott's Staff. Yeah, that's the name for a Creed cover band in the making. . . and I can't forget Zombies on Ecstasy will be another awesome band name.
As for my stance on abortion, Pro-life? No. Pro-choice? No. How about Pro-chance? Try it out, grease the stairs. . .
And I still can't find Otis anywhere, it came to the point where I read about it on Wikipedia.
I want to write music that makes people feel like this. . . .
The body of a recently-pregnant woman, wearing cream-colored maternity pants and a maternity bra, washed to shore one mile away from where the baby's body was found. The woman's cause of death was impossible to discern due to decomposition; the body was decapitated, the forearms were missing, the right foot gone, and the left leg from the knee down was missing. Later reports from the medical examiner revealed that there were injuries, two cracked ribs, that happened at or about the time of death.
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