Wanking in a wardrobe. Then Lucy Lui comes to your funeral. Seemingly.
Hypothermia after you've passed out from drinking a bottle of Laphroaig up a mountainside. Well that's my plan anyway...
Shootout in a Mexican whorehouse. Why? You gotta die of sumfink, innit?
Quietly, in my sleep.
Unlike my passengers.
whatever's the reverse of this...
John Entwhistle got it spot on. You need to ask?
Having just returned from my local Lidl, I'm starting to think we're already dead.
too_fat_to_skate 11:17,
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After all the money I've spent on this body, I refuse to die.
Bolt of lightning. Swift, unexpected, and you might take a few golfers with you.
muttleee 9:36,
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In a plane high above the ground with a beautiful minx doing a dyson on me just as I explode 2 grams of smack in one arm, a gram of coke in the other - I cum, the drucks go in and I jump out, the best rush evah and Im unconscious before i hit the ground.Ans yes I have given this alot of thought.
Like my grandfather, peacefully in my sleep. Unlike the screaming passengers in his car.
splut_cunker 9:17,
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I want to go like the late great Adam Faith: Up to my silvery nuts in a tasty wee stripper forty years my junior, whilst the missus is on holiday. Fucking class.
spank_daley 8:53,
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Surrounded by friends and family, while driving a minibus over a cliff.
Lying in the gutter, looking at the stars.
Change your name to Max Gogarty and attempt to 'write' for the Guardian.Then get a shooing from most of Britain with a brain. The arrogant snooty fucking little shitbag cunt.
