Blowing your brains out with an electric fan.
Slashing your elbows.
Throwing yourself under a moving cat.
Jumping off the roof of a very tall building onto the roof of a slightly shorter building.
Caulking your lungs shut.
Choking yourself on the breasts of a CPR dummy.
Overdosing on Fiddle-faddle.
Hanging yourself from a shoe tree
Drowning yourself at the deep end of a secretarial pool.
Dowsing yourself in diet Dr. Pepper then lighting a match.
Eschewing oranges and lemons in order to die of scurvy.
Goading a policeman into shooting you by threatening him or being a black guy but he instead manages to handle the situation without killing you; but, he loses his zeal for the job and quits to write that book he always wanted to write about fudge recipes and you LOVE the book and try all the recipes and die of diabetes…
My son got scurvy
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Seriously? How?
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Yeah seriously … he had a very poor diet … it tooks ages for them to diagnose
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Yeah, well my oldest is a vegetarian who doesn’t like vegetables…
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I have been corrected by my partner – he got scabies not scurvy. Apologies
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That makes a LOT more sense, Deb.
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The diabetes one is my favorite š
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Thanks, Robbie. I thought the list was a little lean so I added it at three thirty this morning… because, who needs a life?
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I think our best ideas strike us at 3:30 in the morning.
Coincidentally, all our worst ideas also seem to strike us at 3:30 in the morning š
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Like my list on why a pirate is better than a handball… In my twilight sleep state, it seemed like a BRILLIANT idea.
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The diabetes one – that’s great!
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That list was in the “Maybe I will and Maybe I Won’t” pile but, a new video game has entered my life and I was a bad boy over the weekend… I didn’t get much writing done nor did I manage to get much housework done; but, in a pretend world, I accomplished a lot…
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Iām a fan of the last one! Not enough good books out there
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Not about fudge at any rate…
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And who doesnāt like fudge?
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Commies and pedophiles.
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I had to google Fiddle-Faddle. That would be a tough way to go out.
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Not as horrible as Screaming Yellow Zonkers…
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I ALSO had to google fiddle faddle. If you are indeed referring to the caramel-covered popcorn (?), that actually sounds like a rather pleasant way to go…
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But… killing yourself slowly and pleasantly is sure to weaken one’s resolve to kill oneself… I discovered that when I tried to drown myself in the secretarial pool…
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My God, what are these things you speak of? Yuck! Have i really lived that sheltered of a life?
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It’s possible that you are a lot younger than I am. Growing up in the sixties exposed me to a lot of pretend counterculture products. Wyler’s lemonade was pretty psychedelic…
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Moving cat.. š
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I liked that one, too; but, I haven’t gotten much feedback on it…
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