With the news of Scotty's death, Euro Bombings Round 2, the over-reaction to GTA San Andreas, China kickin' our dollar out, the Arizona Suns killing 18 people, Brad Pitt surviving that illness, another shuttle delay, and having received 70 emails regarding my Erectile Dysfunction (I mean, how do these companies know?), I've made the decision to hang myself.
Once my wife collects that sweet, sweet insurance money, she'll have me cloned to continue my blogging efforts tomorrow.
3 comments:
Totally sorry! Holy crap! I meant to say I'm going to get myself 'hung.'
My bad. Not a cry for help, not a sympathy plea, just a shameful way of saying 'I ain't gots da funny today.'
I will refrain from suicide references and from ending sentences with a period and an end quote. < see
dude!
If you ARE going to kill yourself, FOR REAL, then please let me know.
I would like your toaster. I think it would work well with our decor.
Thanks.
Brit.
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