I say carbon monoxide poisoning after mistaking a muffler for a crack pipe.

Be not gentle. Be punkrock.

I'll make him eat hundreds of laxative pills and then I'll bury him alive.
Yeah!!!!
He'll drown in his own shit.

diego wrote:I'll make him eat hundreds of laxative pills and then I'll bury him alive.
Yeah!!!!
He'll drown in his own shit.

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

Fuck, where do you start?

Does murder count? Because I imagine I'll have to do this myself...

First I'd cut him up a bit and give him a mountain of coke so he can't pass out, then drop him in a barrel of salt. After an hour or so of that it's time for the acid tank. Toes first and slowly dipped in, but not enough to kill him. Next, and last, it the industrial meat grinder, again feet first.

any part of the body bursting would make me laugh and clap my hands. especially if it went right arm, left leg, stomach, left arm, right leg, lungs, head.

How we'd laugh.

during a fist fucking championship, naturally he is one of the player


cheers

sonicsaboteur wrote:during a fist fucking championship, naturally he is one of the player


cheers

Cattivo! Pero buon giudizio.

choke and suffocate on the cock of satan.

If I say American History X + pavement + Pete Doherty......

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.

His steady diet of Safeways microwave meals for one, cheap alcohol and painkillers combined with the lack of heating/sanitation in his council flat would have lead to his early, lonely and humiliating heart-attack.