Reasons to commit suicide

faetal on 10/2/2013 at 12:51

Did TTLG drop acid or something?

PigLick on 10/2/2013 at 12:57

Quote Posted by PigLick

when a sculpted ass comes into your face from the broadside, smile :)

haha i just wanna know what the fuck i was on when i typed that lololol fuckcats

demagogue on 10/2/2013 at 13:04

I got all the answers to all of life's problems right here.

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PigLick on 10/2/2013 at 13:06

I notice there are no sculpted arses in your chart there, rendering it totally invalid.

Sulphur on 10/2/2013 at 13:12

I think PigLick is the only other person who understands what's going on here.

faetal - LSD is a good suggestion, but most post-mortems I've read suggest cocaine and heroin with sleeping pills, or a heady cocktail of designer drugs as leading causes of self-inflicted death by OD, so allow me to modify your idea a little as acid on its own is maybe a little too prosaic. I would suggest LSD in your tea along with roofies and meth, perhaps with a pre- or post-mushroom spike, which should give you a better chance at the intended results.

demagogue on 10/2/2013 at 13:17

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I notice there are no sculpted arses in your chart there, rendering it totally invalid.

Sorry, my bad.

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lol

SubJeff on 10/2/2013 at 13:24

Quote Posted by PigLick

haha i just wanna know what the fuck i was on when i typed that lololol fuckcats

I do too. It was beautiful.

scumble on 10/2/2013 at 18:13

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Kolya on 10/2/2013 at 19:11

Thanks, I was just wondering what a sculpted ass looked like. And there you go posting a picture of one like some kind of telepathic octobot whose tentacles caress the keyboard with immoderately literal illustrations of whatever people are talking about but otherwise stays gleefully mute save for a silent slurping sound.

CCCToad on 10/2/2013 at 19:14

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What an appropriate topic for a suicide thread. In the course of a normal day, when you bite down on your tongue, and everybody looks at you like you've pooped in your pants, and you run to the nearest lavatory and tremble on the toilet seat before windmilling entire lengths of toilet paper around your arm in distress, have you ever engendered feelings of self-harm?

I've never wished to harm myself from such an incident, but there were a few times that last night's dinner felt as if it were about to tear my ass asunder.