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Mon 18 May, 2009 08:59 pm
When I lay in a hospital bed following my stroke I thought to myself, If I had to continue to live like this; tubes in, tubes out, IVs, blood tests, catheter bags, total dependence for even a cup of tea, no window; android service personel; I would prefer to disconnect my brain. So when I was discharged from the hospital I bought a gun, a small revolver and one box on bullets which I took home and hid not wanting Lady Diane to think I was suicidal. Since then, over the years, every now and then I will find that gun and hide it in a better place. However, as senility creeps silently into my brain and I get thoughts about using my gun, I can't remember where I hid it and when I finely find it, I've forgotten why I was looking for it and hide it again to prevent Lady Diane from finding it. Today it would probably take me 2 hours to find my gun and another 3 hours to find the bullets. About the same amount of time it takes me to remember that I am standing with the fridge open because i want some cheese.
@dyslexia,
close the fridge door, would ya, I'm getting cold already...
@Rockhead,
Oh, and where the hell do you get them little cheeseballs in the red wraps, those were flippin' awesome, jack...
(you ain't senile yet, just old.)
I have purchased a gun for the same reason but I took the precaution of encasing it in cement so the process of removing it would allow me an appropriate amount of time to sober up.
I would probably miss and hit the dog, so I don't have a gun.
@dyslexia,
Life never gets simpler, does it?
@Phoenix32890,
guns r so kewlz, like omgz.
i have like 25
no no no 300'z
oh my gosh. shoot tingz is leetoe mc neatoe
@gustavratzenhofer,
I thumbs-upped this but to be a little more emphatic will also say that I thumbs-upped it. Like I just did. There.
@dyslexia,
If you shot yourself, the noise would scare the **** out of Fred the parrot and he would haunt you all the way to your bunk in hell.
BBB
@dyslexia,
Maybe we should get together and have a serious discussion about all this. Or, if we already have, could someone let me know what was decided?
Where have all the flowers gone
long time passing
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Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?
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