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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 12:03 am
I pick up the piccolo, clean it off, and try to play it. Unfortunately, the noise I make makes the town put a bounty on me. I am killed by a bounty hunter for a mere $500 (I'm so worthless.... sad )
I drop my peanut butter and a loaf of bread.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 7:37 am
I try to eat the peanut butter, but it gets stuck to the roof of my mouth like a dog, and I try to use the loaf of bread to get it out. Well, I choke to death on it.
As I die, I fling a socket wrench away.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 12:53 pm
I saw someone choking on a loaf of bread. I was running over to help them, then I saw them fling a socket wrench, and I'm still running. The wrench clocks me in the head, I stumble, trip, and fall backwards. I crack my skull open...
Ironically, the socket wrench survived and is lying by me.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 2:30 pm
I pick up a socket wrench and attempt to melt it down to sell the metal.
however I should've taken it to a professional - I get hit with burning molten metal in the process and lead gets into the wound and poisons me.
I drop a chunk of metal that has cooled into a blob-shape.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 3:02 pm
I find the blob of metal and use it as a paperweight. While fighting with a burgular, he picks the blob up and beats me in the head over and over with it until I'm dead.
I leave my will.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 8:02 pm
I pick up the will and try to collect on it. However the cops catch on and I am sent to Jail. In jail I get shanked and die in the prison yard.
I drop an orange jumpsuit.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 9:03 pm
i pick up the orange jumpsuit an put it on. sadly it i too tight and crushes my lungs to the point where i can't breath, and i suffocate.
i drop a lock of hair.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 12:32 pm
The lock of hair floats on the wind for a little while and flies into my face. Something the hair picked up ends up causing me to have an allergic reaction. My face swells up and I can breathe.
I leave a blue hairpin.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 1:55 pm
I pick up the blue hairpin and begin to look at it. Someone bumps into me and the hairpin gets jabbed into my eye. I start bleeding profusely and stumble around looking for help. Sadly I walk out into the street and get run over by garbage truck.
I drop a Penney.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 4:20 pm
On a stormy night, I find a penny. I hold it up and say, "Hey hey! My lucky day!" I become a lightning rod and get zapped from a lightning bolt. I fry...
I drop my hat.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 5:51 pm
I picked up the hat and put it on. It had a tracking device from a terrist group. They bomb me then shoot me. It's a mess, but I leave my gloves.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:42 pm
I pick up the gloves, and they fit me like... well, a glove.
I decide to go show off my amazing new gloves, but a cranky old lady sees me showing off and chases after me, scolding loudly.
I am chased all the way out of town and off a tall cliff.
I drop a string bass.
o_O
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 8:45 pm
I pick up the string bass and begin jammin'. Unfortunately I was in the Ghetto and they didn't like my music. I was shot dead by a gang.
I drop a unicycle.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 8:57 am
I pick up the unicycle and ride it through the park. I see lots of pretty birds and cute squirrels and leafy trees.
I am so distracted by the scenery that I fail to notice a large pointy rock in the path that punctures my tire and causes me to fall and do a faceplant on another sharp pointy rock that crushes my skull.
I drop a corn dog.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 6:10 pm
I pick up the corn dog and throw it away, since it was on the ground. However, a freak gust of wind pulls the stick out and I am impaled by it...
I drop a back-scratcher.
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