What the Fuck Is Your Anti-Drug?
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Suicide, the only 100% sure way to never do anything destructive to your body again. Think about it. This is beautiful. Abstenance from drug use, sex, social activity, sports, are not exactly a 100% means of safety.
Shit you could get drugged and ganged-rapped by a wrestling team all in one night. Leading to the AIDS, Hep-C, mental battery, depression, intro-vertedness, and an adversion to men in tights. That's quite an image through the foggy haze of your weed-induced euphoric eyes. Forty steroid popping men all pushing the crotch of their tights aside to insert peanut-size penii into yours and each others' orafices. Of course they would make you an honorary member of their tribe. All the while you would slowly fade into nothingness, untill you finally pull the trigger.
Abstinence from life, however is the key. No more temptations of smoking the pot. Snorting anything. None of the dangers of pre-marital sex. Life got you down? Fuck it! Hang yourself.
Get creative. Make your suicide note out of clippings from magazines. Or for the more artsy folks out there, paint your suicide note on a canvas. It could be a suicide picture!
Clever suicides will leave behind smiling faces. Pretend your Mcguyver: I'll need a banana peel, 3 toothpicks, some twine, and liquid drano.
Be on the lookout for those who like to help. "Helpers" are the worse kind of scum. Here you are, drinking cement, and the helper stumbles upon you. Thinking only of their heroic picture in the paper, they call poison control. In the emergancy room it was a mess, they had to remove half your lower intestines, your colon, and part of your stomach. Now you get the pleasure of eating through a FUCKING IV, and shitting in a bag attached to your thigh for the rest of your life. What kind of fucked up social life are you going to have now?? Thank you MR HELPER!!! I'll fucking rape your mother you scum sucking swine.
The best answer to the previous paragraph, double up, triple up if your talented. Eat cement and jump in front of a church bus. Maybe you'll take one of the passengers with you. Piggyback to heaven. Shit, hang yourself in a garage filled with carbon monoxid, and shoot yourself in the head. Let's see Mr Helper do something about that. Pretend to be committing suicide and wait for the helper to come. Kill him and make it look like a suicide. Then go off somewhere to off yourself.
Hah. The origianl intent of this post was to be a rant about whatstyouranti-drug and above the influence. Funny how I get off on tangets. Well, there is one connection between what I wrote and those commercials. I used the same kind of logic. Fucking whores. Guess that will be an update for later.
Suicide, the only 100% sure way to never do anything destructive to your body again. Think about it. This is beautiful. Abstenance from drug use, sex, social activity, sports, are not exactly a 100% means of safety.
Shit you could get drugged and ganged-rapped by a wrestling team all in one night. Leading to the AIDS, Hep-C, mental battery, depression, intro-vertedness, and an adversion to men in tights. That's quite an image through the foggy haze of your weed-induced euphoric eyes. Forty steroid popping men all pushing the crotch of their tights aside to insert peanut-size penii into yours and each others' orafices. Of course they would make you an honorary member of their tribe. All the while you would slowly fade into nothingness, untill you finally pull the trigger.
Abstinence from life, however is the key. No more temptations of smoking the pot. Snorting anything. None of the dangers of pre-marital sex. Life got you down? Fuck it! Hang yourself.
Get creative. Make your suicide note out of clippings from magazines. Or for the more artsy folks out there, paint your suicide note on a canvas. It could be a suicide picture!
Clever suicides will leave behind smiling faces. Pretend your Mcguyver: I'll need a banana peel, 3 toothpicks, some twine, and liquid drano.
Be on the lookout for those who like to help. "Helpers" are the worse kind of scum. Here you are, drinking cement, and the helper stumbles upon you. Thinking only of their heroic picture in the paper, they call poison control. In the emergancy room it was a mess, they had to remove half your lower intestines, your colon, and part of your stomach. Now you get the pleasure of eating through a FUCKING IV, and shitting in a bag attached to your thigh for the rest of your life. What kind of fucked up social life are you going to have now?? Thank you MR HELPER!!! I'll fucking rape your mother you scum sucking swine.
The best answer to the previous paragraph, double up, triple up if your talented. Eat cement and jump in front of a church bus. Maybe you'll take one of the passengers with you. Piggyback to heaven. Shit, hang yourself in a garage filled with carbon monoxid, and shoot yourself in the head. Let's see Mr Helper do something about that. Pretend to be committing suicide and wait for the helper to come. Kill him and make it look like a suicide. Then go off somewhere to off yourself.
Hah. The origianl intent of this post was to be a rant about whatstyouranti-drug and above the influence. Funny how I get off on tangets. Well, there is one connection between what I wrote and those commercials. I used the same kind of logic. Fucking whores. Guess that will be an update for later.