Originally posted by mokko"You are blown to smithereens when your fun loving co-worker fills a whoopee cushion with nitroglycerin."
http://www.thedeathpsychic.com/prediction.asp?u53636
You are blown to smithereens when your fun loving co-worker fills a whoopee cushion with nitroglycerin.
I guess this happens a lot... isn't there something that can be done about it?
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Originally posted by PhlabibitDon't complain. I get run over by handicapped people for parking in one of their spots.
A group of disgruntled coworkers duct tapes you to a wall and uses you as a human dartboard. You die from agonizingly slow blood loss caused by hundreds of puncture wounds.
I'd prefer to blow up...
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Originally posted by DeepThoughtI hate it when that happens to me!
I'm shot to death by the mob in a case of mistaken identity, which did happen to someone (not someone I knew) in Oxford about 10 years ago. They shot him through the window and as it turned out they'd got the wrong house, and wanted the drugs dealers next door...
I think I did the death clock thing a couple years ago, and I came up as already dead.