How do you want to die?

Snowie

Fizman wrote: »

Wouldn't be much of a sniper then would ya.

I was born on Jan 8th, same day as Elvis. So i think it would be fitting to go out like the King did. On my throne.

Elvis ain't dead, every one knows he was a Alien :rolleyes:

Tigger

Snow-Monkey wrote: »

personally I think there is only one way

120 mph in a fast exotic sports car getting a Bj of a lovely 20 year old while doing a line of coke of her back and clmaxing and the cigerate i have in my hand falls into a pudel of eather which has been caused bye the fact ive got some in the boot and caboom i wont notice a thing....:)

that film is out now isn't it

Snowie

Tigger wrote: »

that film is out now isn't it

Is it ?

Agent Smith

up to my bollox with bibi baskin....

Tigger

Snow-Monkey wrote: »

Is it ?

it was hunter s that used tom go on about borrowing ferraries and picking up hitchhikers in tube tops so he could snort off their backs while getting head off them
and he was always going on about ether

Professey Chin

Like Apollo Creed.............without the beating

jdivision

How do I want to die? Quickly

Turd Ferguson

jdivision wrote: »

How do I want to die? Quickly

Done

marzic

Snow-Monkey wrote: »

personally I think there is only one way

120 mph in a fast exotic sports car getting a Bj of a lovely 20 year old while doing a line of coke of her back and clmaxing and the cigerate i have in my hand falls into a pudel of eather which has been caused bye the fact ive got some in the boot and caboom i wont notice a thing....:)

Sounds cool... but there are far too many variables...not to be a killjoy or anything but heres an alternative outturn...

120mph in a fast exotic sports car getting a Bj off a lovely 20 year old, you hoover up a line of coke off her back just as you are making the money shot, "Oh yeah baby, its all happenin now, wuu-hooooo", you get lightheaded, the hot ash from your cigarette drops onto her back, and rolls down the boreen of her hole, she screams(muffled), and throws her head up cracking you right under the chin, you feel your teeth severing the top of your tongue, your mouth begins to boil... the car by now is all over the road, you lock your arms on the wheel, shes screaming and trying to pull her head out from under your arm, you collide with the barrier and start to spin, the airbags go off, pinning her mouth-down on your dick again, which is like a pillar with all the coke and adrenalin, now shes gagging and screaming and chewing your lad asunder, you are screaming and trying to pull her head up, the cigi flicks outa your hand and into the ether soaked floormats, and sets fire to the inside of the car, the fire is raging now, you're trapped and on fire, the car finally comes to a stop...




...outside the fire station! what a stroke of luck, they rush out with extinguishers and such, and manage to pull you both outa the car, shes dead - asphixiation, but though you have 3rd degree burns over most your body you some how survive... and although they couldnt reattach your dick they give it to in a jar of olive oil and vinegar, pickled dick as it were...you live for a further 40 yrs in considerable pain and finally choke to death on a pea!


Be careful what you wish for...:cool:

GAAman

Same way as richard pryors da :D:cool:

DevilsBreath

marzic wrote: »

Sounds cool... but there are far too many variables...not to be a killjoy or anything but heres an alternative outturn...

120mph in a fast exotic sports car getting a Bj off a lovely 20 year old, you hoover up a line of coke off her back just as you are making the money shot, "Oh yeah baby, its all happenin now, wuu-hooooo", you get lightheaded, the hot ash from your cigarette drops onto her back, and rolls down the boreen of her hole, she screams(muffled), and throws her head up cracking you right under the chin, you feel your teeth severing the top of your tongue, your mouth begins to boil... the car by now is all over the road, you lock your arms on the wheel, shes screaming and trying to pull her head out from under your arm, you collide with the barrier and start to spin, the airbags go off, pinning her mouth-down on your dick again, which is like a pillar with all the coke and adrenalin, now shes gagging and screaming and chewing your lad asunder, you are screaming and trying to pull her head up, the cigi flicks outa your hand and into the ether soaked floormats, and sets fire to the inside of the car, the fire is raging now, you're trapped and on fire, the car finally comes to a stop...




...outside the fire station! what a stroke of luck, they rush out with extinguishers and such, and manage to pull you both outa the car, shes dead - asphixiation, but though you have 3rd degree burns over most your body you some how survive... and although they couldnt reattach your dick they give it to in a jar of olive oil and vinegar, pickled dick as it were...you live for a further 40 yrs in considerable pain and finally choke to death on a pea!


Be careful what you wish for...:cool:

What a way to run a guy's dream pff.

Would be laughing my ass of though.

thewing

With dignity...a luxury afforded to a lucky few in this country....

Ross_Mahon

Dual Gold Desert Eagles with a cigar in my mouth, then huge explosions going off behind me with 'Orff- O Fortuna' playing in the background, Then i take more bullets than Murphy in Robocop before lights out.

Professey Chin

thewing wrote: »

With dignity...a luxury afforded to a lucky few in this country....

Explain?

monkey9

Like John Entwistle

Photi

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death

Roger McGough

tismenotyou

a sticky !! thrown from behind after a 50 kill streak ..
damn call of duty`s addictive ...

FlutterinBantam

Aaah like Elvis,on the pewter throne backing out a rich copper coloured hawser of well,impressive girth and nice sheen and marbled with sweetcorns and yellow peppers,so take me just before the 'plop'.

I would die happy.

antomorro-sei

Picking a fight with a suicide bomber tbh :cool:

Cool_CM

antomorro-sei wrote: »

Picking a fight with a suicide bomber tbh :cool:

They'd be "picking" you off the streets for weeks to come:D

Tyranax

In my sleep, peacefully. Boring I know, but believe me, as a diabetic there are a number of uncomfortable, drawn out, painful ways for me to die if I do not follow proper procedure. These include liver, kidney and heart failure, limb loss, loss of vision and loss of fingers and toes. So yeah, not them. Sleeping peacefully, please.

norwegianwood

death by chocolate seems to be the only way to go:p

WoollyRedHat

By flying my way to death. Or something.

galwayrush

Lethal Injection, i don't want them to hang me..............;)

Agamemnon

By hanging like Saddam, after being sentenced to death for crimes against humanity. Seeing as hanging can apparently induce erections, I'd spend my last moments **** furiously and try to fire some cum into the mouth of someone cheering in the audience. :cool:

monkey9

You know the way Elvis died on the toilet. Well, was he mid sh!t?? When he was discovered, had he time to flush? Did people have to wipe his ar$e??

pickles_17

I don't

Poor Uncle Tom

Agent Smith wrote: »

up to my bollox with bibi baskin....

So you heard the Gerry Ryan show twenty something years ago as well...

Doing the Hokey Kokey, using my own teeth..!

Call Me Jimmy

FlutterinBantam wrote: »

Aaah like Elvis,on the pewter throne backing out a rich copper coloured hawser of well,impressive girth and nice sheen and marbled with sweetcorns and yellow peppers,so take me just before the 'plop'.

I would die happy.

Ah rookie mistake, flutt.

If you were a true **** enthusiast you would have known that the perfect time to go is after the plop but before the splash.

Can't beat that baritone sound of a brown going down!

deleriumtremens

I'd love to die hilariously!!

Something like running naked down the street with a string of sausages hanging around my neck, me speaking in tongues and a bolt of lightning striking me dead.