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 Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 7:08 pm
While burning the bread for incense due to some crazy new religion, I accidentally catch my feet on fire. At that very moment a truck come speeding to where I was standing. Because my feet were burned off, I could not run and was run over by the truck.
I drop the bible of my crazy new religion.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 7:36 pm
I pick up the bible, read it, and God smites me with a lighting bolt.
I drop the loose change in my pocket.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 7:39 pm
I bend over to pick up the loose change when a passing bystander accuses me of littering and gets me locked in jail.
A mean-looking cellmate then walks over to me and decides to punch me in the face so hard that I suffer permanent brain damage and live the rest of my life in a vegetative state.
I die alone in a hospital. D:
I drop my wheelchair.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:24 am
Guess what! It's take your kid to work day at the hospital!! Walking around, I found an empty wheel chair laying around. I sat down in it and was just wheeling around the empty hospital, going up elevators as they opened. I reached the top of the hospital and was rolling really fast and ended up falling off an unfinished corridor... apparantly I was on the floor that was still being built.
I drop an awesome pair of jeans.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:51 am
I was wandering the hospital because my mom wanted stitches for a paper cut and I felt idiotic. It's a paper cut!!! Anyhow, I stumble across this awesome pair of jeans. Literally.
As I fall down three flights of steps my mp3 player slips out of my hands...
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:08 pm
I'm walking throught the hospital, when i see a mp3 player. i pick it up, and a gangsta-like man walks behind me saying "thats mine, Biznatch!" when i try to say "I'm going to try and find the owner.", he shoots me in the chest with a magnum, and takes the mp3 thingy and robs my dying body. As i fade from life, i let my deck drop out of my hands.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 3:42 pm
I pick up the MtG deck and find some people to play with. However, some overly zealous regligios fanatic finds us. Everyone else has time to run but being the neat freak I am I try to stash the cards before fleeing. I am captured, tried by the Inquisition, and hanged as a heretic.
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I drop the rope they used to hang me.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 4:04 pm
I pick up the rope, lying conspicuously amidst a mess of playing cards, and go on my merry way.
I soon come across a cliff, and decide to repel down it.
however, it seems that the rope has already been used and not quite as strong as it used to be.
The rope then breaks, sending me plummeting down the cliche Cliff of Death.
I drop a paper with a phone number on it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 8:04 pm
I pick up the piece of paper and go to a pay phone to call the number. The pay phone is hit by a drunk driver and I am splattered across the sidewalk.
I drop my brain.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 11:17 pm
I found a brain just lying there on the sidewalk...that's not right, I think to myself, someone probably misses this! So I pick the thing up determined to get it back to it's rightful owner. But the brain was secretly carrying flesh eating bacteria which promptly ate me as soon as I touched the thing.
So much for good intentions. I drop the CD with the song I wrote that was going to make me famous... crying
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 12:27 pm
so i pick it up and listen to it
it's really good so i take it to a record company and sell it as my own and then the ghost of Evara Silvaen come and Kills me
while being Killed an Eyelash falls and lands on the sidewalk
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:46 pm
I was walking down the sidewalk, and a wind came my way. The wind blew something in my eye, and I'm temporary blinded. Stumbling, I walk into the street and get run over by a car.
Good thing I dropped my PSP so it'd survive.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 4:49 pm
I pick up a random PSP laying in the road. I turn it on and find a song on it with no title or artist, and it sounds amazingly good so I put it on my playlist.
However, the ghost of Evara Silvaen haunts all that listen to the playlist on my profile and eventually kills them all.
After realizing what I had done, tragically, I commit suicide from the sheer guilt that had been laid upon my shoulders.
I drop a notebook.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 6:33 pm
I pick up the notebook and look inside. Plenty of stuff to read and lots of drawings to look at. I wander off, nose in the notebook the entire time. I find myself some hours later in a back alley, watching a mugging.
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I bleed out in the alley, stabbed with a 7-inch long knife, which was left there after being broken into pieces.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 9:39 pm
I pick up the pieces of the knife and recycle them. However I contract AIDS from the blood on the knife and die a slow painful death.
I drop a softball.
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