Day to die?

[Master]

I will die June 6th 2061 at 3.45pm at the age of 90 having my last wank.

[Dia bando]

I will die June 6th 2061 at 3.45pm at the age of 90 having my last wank.

It's going to drop off long before then, I tell you to much bashing the bishop is bad for you.

[Master]

I will die June 6th 2061 at 3.45pm at the age of 90 having my last wank.

It's going to drop off long before then, I tell you to much bashing the bishop is bad for you.

Right arm is built like Popeye.

[Dia bando]

I will die June 6th 2061 at 3.45pm at the age of 90 having my last wank.

It's going to drop off long before then, I tell you to much bashing the bishop is bad for you.

Right arm is built like Popeye.

90 years of age down you go, cock in hand.

[Gandalf]

I think I was on the point of dying a few weeks ago, but I overcame it with a tremendous burst of furious and angry energy. I suddeny got very dizzy and kind of lost control of my brain and thus all the energy in my body and these strange spasms of the brain and body kept washing over me. It was really unpleasant and like nothing I have ever felt and I have been hit with cricket balls and all sorts. I recovered and became very angry with myself thinking 'This is how it ends? This feeble, final emission of energy and just a body to be discovered?' I just wasn't having it and after 15 minutes in a cold shower remembering how to breath without this horrid shutting down of brain, I decided the only way to free myself of this malaise was to drive my car. There is no better way to forget that you are breathing than to be driving a car. I ended up in some place that seemed to be rather nowhere. A huge parking complex, but with no buildings around nor even any cars for that matter. I sat there looking out of my window for a good while before deciding that my dying moments had passed. I was dizzy for a few days after on and off and then on feeling my head randomly found I had a big bump. I assumed that I was dying again and that was it, but also kept looking at my rowing machine with curiosity. Had I perhaps fallen over it in the dark and knocked myself out? The lump vanished a few days later, so I have come to the conclusion that perhaps I had overestimated the chances of that being my final day. Not only had I actually survived it, but I had quite probably rationalised having rather heavy brain clouds. I have since moved my rowing machine out of the way of me and my journey to the bathroom.

[Gandalf]

Mild humour aside, I don't think I am cut out for a super long life, but I really don't mind that, to be dead at 33 would be a bit lame though (though to any 16 year old 33 is equally true). I think to live into ones 80's and 90's looks unpleasant too though and especially if you have lived a bit hard. I've planned it out quite carefully and intend to retire quite early. 2045 would be a good time to go and August 17th being an ideal day. Summer is too hot, and any array of ways to go unless the body does it first. Either way, not for a good while yet.

[Britkid]

Some are rightly destined to die on a particular day.

If I tell you tomorrow I am going to Paris as I have figured out how to jump off the top of the Eiffel Tower without the inconvenience of anything like a parachute, then rightly I am destined to die on March 8th 2013...

[Beanz]

I think I was on the point of dying a few weeks ago, but I overcame it with a tremendous burst of furious and angry energy. I suddeny got very dizzy and kind of lost control of my brain and thus all the energy in my body and these strange spasms of the brain and body kept washing over me. It was really unpleasant and like nothing I have ever felt and I have been hit with cricket balls and all sorts. I recovered and became very angry with myself thinking 'This is how it ends? This feeble, final emission of energy and just a body to be discovered?' I just wasn't having it and after 15 minutes in a cold shower remembering how to breath without this horrid shutting down of brain, I decided the only way to free myself of this malaise was to drive my car. There is no better way to forget that you are breathing than to be driving a car. I ended up in some place that seemed to be rather nowhere. A huge parking complex, but with no buildings around nor even any cars for that matter. I sat there looking out of my window for a good while before deciding that my dying moments had passed. I was dizzy for a few days after on and off and then on feeling my head randomly found I had a big bump. I assumed that I was dying again and that was it, but also kept looking at my rowing machine with curiosity. Had I perhaps fallen over it in the dark and knocked myself out? The lump vanished a few days later, so I have come to the conclusion that perhaps I had overestimated the chances of that being my final day. Not only had I actually survived it, but I had quite probably rationalised having rather heavy brain clouds. I have since moved my rowing machine out of the way of me and my journey to the bathroom.

The first rule of fight club, you don't talk about fight club.

[Gandalf]

Haha! Fight club!

My wife checked my head after telling her the same story and she says the skulls feels strange there and parted my hair and definitely traces of bruising. My theory is likely correct and that is good as one always wants to rationalise these things.