sunlore wrote:Yes. I would also like to see something involving his nutsack and rusty screwdrivers.

Would that involve Methodman?

I'm not sure what I bring upon him, but my hitmen would include Suge Knight, Snoop, Dre.... Err, all of Death Row....

Then (UK "comedians") The Chuckle Brothers and the Krankies.

flowers in his eyes

He would be commanded to choose between one of two envelopes; one filled with crackoine, and the other with vouchers for roller-skating lessons.

One week later he would be hand-cuffed to a rope which in turn would be attached to the back of a medium-sized estate car.

He would be wearing roller-skates.

The medium-sized estate car would drive around the M25 London orbital once at 70mph.

A variation on an old English pastime:



The ratpit.

You guys are dicks.

I like Pete Doherty.

Peripatetic wrote:You guys are dicks.

I like Pete Doherty.

fucking sadist.

Peripatetic wrote:You guys are dicks.

I like Pete Doherty.

Get In.

What nasty people here.

why dont you all fuck off.

i wouldn't bother killing him or torturing him because he'd just use it to get on the front pages again!

plus i heard he was invincible like mumra

Blowing him up like the giant blueberry ala "Violet Beauregard" style,
Then sticking him with sharpened bamboo shafts smeared with Kate Moss's feces.
All the while Mark E.smith dances around poor Pete bellowing into a
SM-57 chanting "HEY THERE FUCKFACE!" as his body becomes gangrenous and pus-filled and he eventually sucumbs to dysentery.

This Pete Doherty, I say he should die of an infected Naltrexone implant! Although I think Champion Rabbit had it right, and maybe even best, with:

Face-down and stinking of fags and urine in a nasty East-End boozer on a rainy Monday at lunch-time aged 57. He would have spent the last 30 years sitting alone in a corner of this boozer drinking as much cheap bitter/brandy as his disability benefit allowed, muttering to anybody who would listen about his brief flirtation with popularity and music.