Suicide
Waking up in hospital with a tube stuffed up my japs-eye, needles in my arms, unable to walk due to the prodigous amounts of stolen carbodiazepam that still hadn't metabolized after 3 days in a coma, one of my dearest friends (now sadly deceased after a bit of the ole suicide himself) sat in a chair by the bed, the sensation of having a beer can lodged in my arsehole (actually an enormous black turd like a lump of coal), the shame, guilt and fear about what everyone would say and feel and the sense of utter humiliation that it hadn't worked.

Suicide was an utter let down. On the plus side though, I did get better after a few years of therapy and intense self-questioning under the influence of LSD.

Do not attempt this at home kids.
(Ktulu O'Ryleh float like a turd, sting like chlamydia, Wed 2 Jul 2008, 22:42, 2 replies)

*clicks*
I'm not going into the reasons.
Glad you messed it up though, It's never a great idea.
( Cawl, Wed 2 Jul 2008, 23:22, closed)

The exception
unless you are andi peters, then its a phenomenal idea. my mate did the bridgewater special in college, ive been very close. good work that you didnt, its fun, depression, isnt it? ;(
(biscuit bill, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 7:45, closed)