That is kinky. Hope you are a bitch.

Yes I am. Don't sass me boy.

rip open my belly, take my guts out and hang myself with them.

haha afraid not, just got a craving for some choco, but if you want it to be kinky, I guess I could open up a family-sized pot of banana yogurt whilst devouring you

crack your head open to prove to us you've got some yummy brains :eek:

Eaten by a shark...

he he! thanks :)
but we're in the hypothetical realm here, who knows if I would actually have the guts to do something "heroic" if needed.... I'm just not a big fan of the "die in your sleep" thing, I can see its upsides, and don't want to die young, but I think it would be more "rewarding" dying while doing something you know it's worth your life, but it's kinda utopic...and yes, you could say "but if you lived a good life you'll feel fulfilled and rewarded even in your deathbed", ok...still, if I had a choice (which is the whole point of the thread, actually...)...

yes, or a better way is to take a straw and drink my own brain.

cholera.

Suicide immediately after my D&D character gets killed.

Overdose on viagra.

Haha, TOTALLY repped.

If it is possible, I'd laugh myself to death...
(in a pool of cream soda).

slowly, like asphyxiation, maybe from breathing in car fumes in a locked garage, or from having my head in an oven with the gas on.

I'd like to die from rapid decompression in the vacuum of space.

In all actuality I'd like to die in a manner of no regret, so this would obviously exclude suicide. Perhaps a quite passing in the middle of the woods or a heart atttack in the middle of a busy city avenue. In either case I would be ignored by the surroundings.

Bored At Work?

I'm always bored at work.

that explains the shit threads that you spawn at the moment. thing is, you are as dull as dishwater.

trying to push him over the edge huh?

Don't need to.

Oh, please do. Because, as I'm sure you are well aware, since you seem to know me so well, I am a very fragile person. Your negative and, I must say, very hurtful posts are just what it may take to indeed push me over the edge. Obviously this is not true for just anybody who may respond to me, but your words carry so much weight in my weak heart that even the slightest bit of criticism from you would be enough for me to put an end to my miserable exsistance.

Or so you seem to think, anyway.

Why the long post then, you twat?

Because, as usual, I am bored.

I've just finished to eat my packet of crisps. Continue with this shit. Take care.