Posted January 14, 2008 Aged 4000, after discovering some kind of youth fountain type device. i dont want to dieeee Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted January 14, 2008 Ideally, I would not die. Aged 4000, after discovering some kind of youth fountain type device. i dont want to dieeee Tough shitties, mofos. Death is commin'a getchoo. Either that, or I'll keel you dead myself. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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Posted January 14, 2008 Die in my sleep.Its a peaceful, painless way to die. Actually, dieing peacefully in your sleep is a myth. Those who do 'die in their sleep' actually wake up, not being able to breathe for several minutes, before you finally kick the bucket. So, if anything, that's the least ideal way I would liketo die. Heart Attack during sex with my wife. "So you wanna come and go at the same time?" Heh heh But for me? I don't know. Maybe from a really good blowjob. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
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Posted January 15, 2008 as a swordsman, id want to die sword in hand, pile of foes bodies before me, having held a corridor in some extreemly unlikely circumstance when owning a sword might help. as some one who isnt living in fantasy, id like to pass on as an old man, loving family at my bed side, smile on my face telling them i loved them and had no regrets. oh fucksocks! cant forget oliver reid's death. bar in cypress, insane amount of wiskey in me, having a heart attack while arm wresteling a sailor. perfect. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites