Fri Jun 18, 2004 1:43 pm
Fri Jun 18, 2004 10:41 pm
Naniwai wrote:Gotta be some of the ones in the Darwin Awards, as was mentioned.
The worst being the terrorist who failed to put proper postage on his letter bomb, and when it was returned to him he opened it.
Fri Jun 18, 2004 10:42 pm
Sat Jun 19, 2004 10:07 am
Naniwai wrote:Gotta be some of the ones in the Darwin Awards, as was mentioned.
The worst being the terrorist who failed to put proper postage on his letter bomb, and when it was returned to him he opened it.
Tue Jun 22, 2004 4:42 pm
Fri Jun 25, 2004 9:30 pm
Fri Jun 25, 2004 10:25 pm
Nani wrote:Gotta be some of the ones in the Darwin Awards, as was mentioned.
The worst being the terrorist who failed to put proper postage on his letter bomb, and when it was returned to him he opened it.
Tue Jun 29, 2004 6:42 pm
Christopher wrote:The same way Elvis died.
Wed Jun 30, 2004 10:25 pm
Thu Jul 01, 2004 4:46 pm
ahoteinrun wrote:Well. I know how i'm going to die.
In a freak horse related accident.
You see, my horse has a tendancy to race under trees trying to scrape off riders, so I figure i'll be in Hawaii, for some reason, with my horse. And we'll be riding around when he goes racing off. Now then, he ducks me under a wonky palm tree and WHACK! lops my head right off, ditches my body whilst my head goes rolling down a hill. SMACK DAB into a patch of lava. Of course, all the flesh and a lot of the bone is burned off, until my head hits the water...
now somehow, it ends up in the amazon. And it's found by an undiscovered tribe of natives. The natives then decide that my head was actually a sign of war and stick my head on a pole and worship me as a god (Finally!).
Now then. My body?
Well my horse, being the evil jerk that he is just left me to be eaten alive. But i'm not. Along comes a pack of rabid mongooses (escaped in hawaii for some reason), and they just gobble me right up... leaving the bones.
Now along toddle some pelicans and thinking about how smart they are, they pick up my bones and fly off back to Canada and die whilst trying to fly there after choking on my bones. Poor things.
Of course, this means that my body is scattered to the four winds. And that eventually I will become part of the ecosystem. (Except for my pelvis which ends up conking out a certain former pop star) I mean she said it best didn't she.
"Hit me baby one more time".
And thats how i'll die. Kinda embarssing if you think about it.
Sat Jul 03, 2004 5:35 am