The Death Psychic
How I'll die:
Well, this would certainly explain my life-long and ill-defined fear of street sweepers. Second only to the mind-numbing fright of monkeys in leather costumes.
See how you'll die. Pray it's not those monkeys.
While running to your car, you stumble on a curb and your body is thrown violently to the street. Moments later, you are engulfed and mutilated by a street sweeper.
Well, this would certainly explain my life-long and ill-defined fear of street sweepers. Second only to the mind-numbing fright of monkeys in leather costumes.
See how you'll die. Pray it's not those monkeys.
posted by Jar(egg)head at 10:16
2 Comments:
This is always how I had dreamed I would die! Guess I should be more decisive in my life! Maybe then I won't die.
You witness an armed robbery and are questioned by police. Frustrated with your vague and ever-changing description of the suspect, the police sketch artist stabs you in the neck with a pencil.
Tracy
"A deranged cook at a Chinese restaurant attacks you violently with a meat cleaver after you complain about your meal."
Hmmm. I was hoping for something a bit less common. :/
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