I hate these double standards.
If you burn a body at a crematorium you're "doing a good job". If you do it at home you're "destroying evidence".
I hate these double standards.
If you burn a body at a crematorium you're "doing a good job". If you do it at home you're "destroying evidence".
Where did Suzy go after getting lost on a minefield?
"Everywhere."
Are you suicide? Cause I'm tryna commit to you.
My mom died when we couldn’t remember her blood type. As she died, she kept telling us to “be positive,” but it’s hard without her.
The more suicidal people there are, the fewer suicidal people there are.
They laughed at my crayon drawing.
I laughed at their chalk outline.
My cousin died last week. He needed a blood transfusion, but we didn't know his blood type. He just kept saying, "B positive, B positive," but it's hard to be positive with him gone.
A man walks into the library. “Hello ma’am, I’d like to borrow a book about committing suicide.” The librarian replies, “No, you won’t give it back.”
When it's been Halloween for a few months, but there's still a body hanging from your neighbor's tree.
I showed my girlfriend my shotgun yesterday. It really blew her away.
"I'm sorry" and "I apologize" mean the same thing, except at a funeral.