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 Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 12:34 pm
I pick up the black leather book and find that it is someones secret diary. I begin reading it but forget to check both ways before crossing the street.
I am run over by a bus and drop the leather bound black book.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 2:43 pm
I try to pick up the book but slip and fall while bending over to get it.
Convinced that the book is cursed, I run away in terror and fall into an infinite abyss.
I drop a bottle of water.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 3:16 pm
I pick up the bottle of water and drink it. Turns out it is actually benzene, and I die from drinking it.
I drop a bag of trail mix.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 3:18 pm
"Hey, it's some trail in a bag! I should follow the trails in the bag."
He gets in the bag, and suffocates.
You die, IDIOT.
I leave... A ramen bowl.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 7:17 pm
I step in the ramen bowl and lose my balance. Falling to the ground I impale myself on a fire hydrant.
I drop a quarter.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 9:11 am
I pick up the quarter and smile. I skip off to the nearest vending machine and put in a doller, getting a soda. The vending machine goes crazy and starts shooting sodas at me rapidly, beating me to death.
I drop my purse
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 11:59 am
I pick up a purse, and being curious, open it to see what is inside.
However, a passing old lady thinks I stole the purse and proceeds to attack me with pepper spray.
Temporarily blinded, I fail to notice that a bottle of lotion had fallen from the purse and spilled on the ground. I slip, knocking over the old lady, and breaking my spine leaving me paralyzed as I finally realize that I have fallen and can't get up.
I die from complications from the surgery that was meant to save my limbs...
I drop a magazine.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 7:37 pm
I pick up the the magazine and begin reading it at a bus stop. As the bus aproches the driver loses control and runs me over.
I drop a blood stained magazine.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 4:10 pm
I trip on the magazine and hit my head...
I drop a fedora
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 7:50 pm
I pick up the fedora and put it one. Then I realize a crazed rat was in it and the rat eats out my brain.
I drop a pen.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 8:32 pm
I draw on myself with the pen, and my mother has a heart attack when she sees it. I use the pen to write a suicide note, then go jump in a lake tied to my keyboard.
I dropped the amp along the way.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:11 pm
Hey, cool amp. I take it home and proceed to use it with my guitar, but there was a glitch and I get fried.
I drop my guitar....
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:43 pm
I pick up the guitar thnking 'Oh, nice. A random guitar!' and take it home. However, some jerk trips me and I'm impaled on the guitar's neck, bleeding out on the sidewalk after he takes it and runs off.
I drop my wallet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:28 pm
I pick up the wallet and use up all the cash and run up the credit cards before they are shut off. However the cops pick up my tail and I get into a shootout with them when they try to arrest me. I am shot to death.
I drop my Uzi.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 8:45 pm
I pick up an Uzi. Stupid me, I realize there is no safety on an Uzi. Also, I forgot the number one rule when picking up a gun: Never look down the barrel. *BRRRRRAT!* I shoot myself in the face and die.
I drop my pencil.
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