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Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Uh... no



I freely admit to being a life-long adrenaline junky and taking risks that would make a lot of people faint away in terror. But there is a fine line between thrill-seeking and being a suicidal retard. This man is clearly not aware of that line. Here's the difference: all of the things I do or have done for thrills would kill me instantly if I fucked up. Instant death is acceptable. Drowning in molten rock because you miscalculated the thickness of a partially cooled crust is absolutely not an acceptable way to die.

Also, your shoes are on fire. Dude, I said YOUR FUCKING SHOES ARE ON FUCKING FIRE.

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