Nov '15
I'm not referring to showing up at work and blowing your least favorite twat away.
Been there, done that (almost).
I guess I'm referring to method of homicide/suicide.
If I had to go, I think blowing myself away would be too easy, and slashing one's wrists
isn't as easy as it sounds.
I'd slowly but surely collect each black widow I kill.
After about 18, I'd take my blender and make myself a widow shake, with orange juice perhaps.
I suppose their venom dries out a little after their death, but I imagine it'd still be potent enough.
What is thy morbid curiousity, if any?
Been there, done that (almost).
I guess I'm referring to method of homicide/suicide.
If I had to go, I think blowing myself away would be too easy, and slashing one's wrists
isn't as easy as it sounds.
I'd slowly but surely collect each black widow I kill.
After about 18, I'd take my blender and make myself a widow shake, with orange juice perhaps.
I suppose their venom dries out a little after their death, but I imagine it'd still be potent enough.
What is thy morbid curiousity, if any?
Riding in the frontcar of a roller coaster that goes hurtling off the track would be another nice one. That feel of adrenaline, the sensation of your stomach whumpity-dipping.
Being eaten by a wild tiger. Preferably a Bengal female, maybe a white one. As long as I still had concsiousness I'd be admiring its majestic beauty, its awesome fierceness. Screaming my head off and pissing and shitting mtself the whole time. But they're perfectly beautiful creatures.
Eating yourself to death sounds fun at first thought, but it really would be a slow, years long maybe, painful death, what with the gas cramps and such.