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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:27 pm
I pick up the mic and start singing. A radiostation asks if I will sing live, so I do. An obsessed fan comes and kills me, and then I am trambled by angry people complaining that I made their ears bleed.
I drop a rice crispy treat.
PS: I have been told i am good at singing, but I don't think so.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 7:43 pm
I find the dirty ric krispy treat, wipe off the blood and I bite into it *Yummolcious* and it's poisoned. Just as I fall to the asphalt I drop my clarinet reed
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:59 am
I can tell the reed has been used, and I avoid it at all costs. I take a jog later, forgetting about the reed, and I trip and fall on it, it impales me in the throat, and i die.
I drop a 2 million candlelight spotlight.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 10:26 am
I return to life with no bones. Walking around, I notice a spotlight on the ground. I shine it into my eyes to see if it works. It blinds me, and I fall off the cliff that came out of nowhere.
I drop my precious claribelle(my clarinet)
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 5:48 pm
I just walk out of a plant store to find a gorgeous clarinet lying on the ground and pick it up but as I started to play it the reed flys into my throat and I joke to death
as I fall to the ground I drop my flowers
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:09 pm
I pick them up, only to realize I have a serious allergy to their pollen. Unfortunately, I smelled them before I realized it, so my trachea closed up, and I suffocated.
I dropped all the fabric I just bought from Joanne's.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 4:36 am
The fabric falls on my head and I can't see where I'm going. I run into batman who beats me up thinking i'm scarecrow. I die of bludgeoning from his awesome arm.
I drop a bat-a-rang.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 5:57 am
The bat-a-rang hits me in the head and cuts my head all the way open. I slowly die of blood lose. just as my body flys to the ground my dead my bracelet falls off
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 11:45 am
I put the bracelet on. nothing happens. latter on I trip and impale myself on BOTH of my trombones.
I drop a bottle of trombone slide oil.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 11:52 am
Since slide oil and valve oil can be interchanged, I put some oil on my cornet valves. I later spontaniously combust when I am playing my cornet.
I drop my cornet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 12:37 pm
I pick up the cornet, look at it, die trying to figure out how to play a song on it.
I drop all 88 piano keys that I randomly carry around in my pocket. >>;;
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 1:38 pm
I look at the piano keys than pick them up, suddenly I fall over and all them stab into my stomach and vital organs I die but drop my portable TV
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:45 pm
I pick up the portable TV, and get shoot by a cop because he thought I stole it from the cop station.
I drop my M16 assult rifle (with grnade launcher attchment)
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 11:47 pm
I pick up the M16, and sees that it has a grenade launcher attachment. I try it out at the shooting range. The second I pull the trigger, something explodes. I wake up, and see my body with it's head blown off. Trippy death, right?
I drop my ROTC Uniform.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:53 am
I put on the uniform and than out of the blue I realize that I'm allergic to the material and I can't breathe. I tumble to the ground dead but drop my twilight books (take good care of them)
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