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3.80 / 5.00 4,200 ViewsIf you truly think about it, anything, LITERALLY ANYTHING, can kill you in some way.
Let the paranoia set in.
At 3/15/10 10:20 PM, NinjaDonut wrote: If you truly think about it, anything, LITERALLY ANYTHING, can kill you in some way.
The spores of Satan himself!
even yourself...dare you to try it
i kid
At 3/15/10 10:22 PM, bazzyb90 wrote: a dressing gown can't kill you
Suffocation.
At 3/15/10 10:22 PM, FoAngel wrote: even yourself...dare you to try it
Shouldn't you be working?
I'd prefer that if something was going to kill me, that it be something spectacular like a Hiroshima-esque bomb or death by chocolate.
.....There was a hole. *sig by LimitedMortality*
this shit is so retarded, i dont care how true it is
At 3/15/10 10:22 PM, bazzyb90 wrote: a dressing gown can't kill you
You can choke on it cant you?
At 3/15/10 10:28 PM, MuyBurrito wrote: Oh come on.
You could swallow too much of its shedded fur.
I'm sure the FInal Destination series was made to help the paranoia sink in.
At 3/15/10 10:31 PM, TailsDollFan wrote: I'm sure the FInal Destination series was made to help the paranoia sink in.
Off topic maybe, but i hated the new one. Too far fetched for my gory tastes.
I'll keep it short and sweet - Family. Religion. Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business.
[Sig by ParadoxVoid]
At 3/15/10 10:20 PM, NinjaDonut wrote: If you truly think about it, anything, LITERALLY ANYTHING, can kill you in some way.
Let the paranoia set in.
Taking pills CAREFULLY AND NOT OVERDOSING OR ANYTHING cant kill you.
Oh shit I better be turning the other way.
At 3/15/10 10:43 PM, DrClay wrote:At 3/15/10 10:20 PM, NinjaDonut wrote: If you truly think about it, anything, LITERALLY ANYTHING, can kill you in some way.Taking pills CAREFULLY AND NOT OVERDOSING OR ANYTHING cant kill you.
Let the paranoia set in.
And then you realize you've just taken an ounce of anthrax.
Reading text on the internet or words on piece of paper can't. And don't say some stupid witty thing like those words could make you kill yourself; I'm talking about the actual bytes of data or the granite on the paper. And I'm not talking about the paper or the monitor before you say that.
Lol loophole
I AM THREAD KILLER!
At 3/15/10 10:57 PM, PinballWizard976 wrote: Reading text on the internet or words on piece of paper can't. And don't say some stupid witty thing like those words could make you kill yourself; I'm talking about the actual bytes of data or the granite on the paper. And I'm not talking about the paper or the monitor before you say that.
Lol loophole
Well, the internet is all an illusion if you think about it, its basically lights on a screen.
So it is nothing, it is virtual.
An singular atoms, like cotton, that would not kill you or anyone. I just punched a huge cotton atom sized hole in your theory.
cotton aint element LOL1!
Okay, explain just how a figment of my imagination can kill me?
A sub-atomic particle can't kill me. or can it?
your right...
I feel extremely unoriginal now
hang around on the BBS and if you avoid pricks, "bad-ass" guys (12 year olds telling everyone they're gay and type in l33t speak(or speak in l33t)), girls (pedo guys) and trolls, eventually the combined stupidity will kill you.
But in all seriousness, yes; enough of anything used in the correct (or incorrect) manner will kill.
And thus defy, the tyrannous stars...
(P.S. Ignore the mail watermark for now, I'll be removing it soon!)
Life is killing you, you are slowly dying from the day you are born.
My opinions are so useless, I don't even listen to them.
While it might be theoretically possible for someone to kill you using absolutely any instrument, it is LIKELY that they will only kill you using one of a few various weapons or tools.
At 3/16/10 12:46 AM, BrainlessDan wrote: Life is killing you, you are slowly dying from the day you are born.
Well that's a nice way to look at it.
At 3/15/10 10:28 PM, MuyBurrito wrote: Oh come on.
I almost choked to death eating one of those.
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Danger
I have a pretty far reaching theory that I would like to share with you at this point: There is nothing in your immediate vicinity that could not kill you. 'Oh, yea?' I hear you scoff, but I can prove it. Look around you. Can you see anything life-threatening? No? In that case you're not looking properly. That supermarket receipt on the table. It could blow into the electric fire, set fire to the carpet and burn you to death while you snooze. A prawn or a slice of courgette can choke you to death. You could fall over smash your skull on any hard object. Your beloved cat, dog or marmoset could trip you down the stairs, leaving you in a mangled but still warm heap that they could then go to sleep on. Heavy Furniture could crush you, lights could plummet from the ceiling and smash your brain to a strawberry pulp. A tiny fly could enter your ear and drive you suicidally insane with its endless buzzing. Anything electric can electrocute you. Anything gas can gas you. Anything hanging can hang you and, presumably, anything wicker can wick you, which isn't a pleasant concept.
It's a miracle any of us survive at all. The only major predators we have in this country are tax inspectors and motorists but there is still danger everywhere. And we ignore it. We have to. If we didn't, we'd all go insane with paranoia.
It's a fact that the vast majority of accidents occur in the home. So maybe the best thing you can do is to move. It's not surprising that homes are so dangerous though. Think about it. The kitchen is full of razor-sharp knives, gas ovens, microwave generators, blenders, mincers, grinders and graters. The lounge bristles with high-voltage equipment such as TVs, hi-fis and lava lamps. In the garden, the lawnmower waits patiently for the moment it can remove your feet with revolving knives. The bath sits with bated bubbles in anticipation of the moment you slip up and bash your head on the basin and die with a tap rammed up your nose. The chemicals we casually fling down the toilet skulk in cupboards, in anticipation of the moment we finally get the formula right and blow the toilet through the roof. Somewhere in the roof cavity lurks a huge brass bomb full of boiling water under pressure. That sounds safe, doesn't it?
Why are you still reading this? Why haven't you dropped the book and run screaming into the street? It's not a jungle out there. Jungles are safe compared to the average home. Take a member of a recently discovered stone age tribe out of his jungle, stick him in a modern flat, and he'd be dead, mutilated and partially cooked, in forty seconds. The last sound he would hear would be the ping of the microwave, just before his head exploded.
How do we cope with this constant danger? Simply it's because danger has always been a prime mover as far as evolution goes. The first primate to venture on to two feet almost certainly did so while being pursued by something hungry with a lot of teeth. He just reared up, put his head back and got those arms pumping. The extra turn of speed ensured his survival and his ancestors became us. Behind every Olympic sprinter there is a race memory of a hungry predator snapping at his arse.
There might be a hungry arse-biter lurking at the back of your cave when you return from a hunting expedition but dammit, it's your cave, so arse-biters beware.
When this post hits 88 mph, you're going to see some serious friendship.
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