If (when?) I kill myself, I am going to hang myself in a public place. Like, from a streetlight over a busy intersection.
Why?
Because it’s a spectacle. Hopefully little kids will see it.
And someone will have to cut me down.
And I want people to have the following conversation
1: OMG! He’s dead!
2. OMG What happened!
1. He hung himself!
2. You mean he hanged himself.
July 19, 2008 at 8:50 am |
lol, i like you. let’s be friends! 🙂
December 11, 2008 at 11:25 pm |
HAHAHAHA I love all your posts. Too true about the sexy serial killers. And kittens… KITTENS! I LOVE KITTENS! You are too amazing, please don’t kill yourself. I like you, too! I’m so faving this page.
January 22, 2009 at 8:47 pm |
yeah dont kill yourself. i wouldnt but if i did, i agree it would be in public. not a hanging tho, id have to shot myself in the head, definitely in front of young children tho. nice big mess for someone to clean
February 9, 2009 at 12:27 am |
hey if hung urself i would be so FUCKING happy..i really hope u do u sick pice of shit i hope they through u to the pigs to eat……if i were to kill someone (you) i would put you in a really hot fire ALIVE so i can listen to your screams u sick pervert…but i have better things to do like love my girlfriend and shit like that…and if you or someone comes near hear i will slit ur throut and watch and laugh while ur drowning in ur blood….so i suggest u hang urself cause i DO kill people like u…dont believe me come find me
February 25, 2009 at 3:23 pm |
“i would put you in a really hot fire ALIVE so i can listen to your screams ”
“will slit ur throut and watch and laugh while ur drowning in ur blood…”
“i hope they through u to the pigs to eat…”
And he’s the sick one, ja?
March 2, 2009 at 12:58 am |
mefuckme i love you
March 9, 2009 at 10:50 am |
If I were to commit suicide, I’d do it at a fast-food restaurant. I’d use a dustbuster and a bottle of baby powder. I’d repeatedly snort the baby powder, then use the dustbuster to revive myself until I became too tired and too weak to suck the baby powder out. Then I’d die in a mound of sweet-smelling white powder.
Of course, the cops would be called long before I got that tired. I guess I’ll have to re-evaluate my plans and post them here again later.
March 21, 2009 at 5:59 pm |
Marry Me :O