Heyla, LJ-luv. How are you?
I ask you this: Have you ever heard about the Darwin Awards? Of course you have, but for my sake I'll reiterate.
The Darwin Awards are given to people who are literally too stupid to live.
The dude who uses a cigarette lighter to peer inside a gas tank. The man who sticks his tongue back out at a rattlesnake he's holding. The other man who chases a mostly-empty rolling beer can out onto a busy freeway.
It's mostly men, though there are a few women.
One of my favorites is the man who tried to rape an older woman and got certain portions of his anatomy BITTEN OFF for his trouble. *purrs* I like. I wanna learn how to do it.
Also a favorite- the religious subset, with people who are trying to learn to Walk On Water. The leader died trying to practice in the bathtub. THE BATHTUB.
Idiots.
Some people are offended by such collections. It's disrespectful of the dead.
I don't really care.
If a guy is so stupid that he decides to pee of the edge of the Grand Canyon into the wind and falls in as he's brushing at himself, who am I to mourn?
I ask you this: Have you ever heard about the Darwin Awards? Of course you have, but for my sake I'll reiterate.
The Darwin Awards are given to people who are literally too stupid to live.
The dude who uses a cigarette lighter to peer inside a gas tank. The man who sticks his tongue back out at a rattlesnake he's holding. The other man who chases a mostly-empty rolling beer can out onto a busy freeway.
It's mostly men, though there are a few women.
One of my favorites is the man who tried to rape an older woman and got certain portions of his anatomy BITTEN OFF for his trouble. *purrs* I like. I wanna learn how to do it.
Also a favorite- the religious subset, with people who are trying to learn to Walk On Water. The leader died trying to practice in the bathtub. THE BATHTUB.
Idiots.
Some people are offended by such collections. It's disrespectful of the dead.
I don't really care.
If a guy is so stupid that he decides to pee of the edge of the Grand Canyon into the wind and falls in as he's brushing at himself, who am I to mourn?