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Chuckcatapult …”Or trebuchet. Either way, super glue a Molotov cocktail into each hand and hurl away.
Nah pack my body and clothes with thermite.
Molotov cocktail, except is just a dead guy called Molotov holding a jerrycan
Hunter S Thompson: Pack me into a cannon at the top of a 150 foot tower and fire my ass into the sky while Tambourine Man plays.
That’s Mr. Tambourine Man to you, bud.
So, Mr. T.?
Men doing anything but getting therapy
drug checklist scene from Fear & Loathing intensifies
Awesome. I’ll settle for their Ferrari.
I think people fail to realize the cost difference in sports cars and yachts.
I spent a fair bit on a Porsche but wouldn’t dream of owning some of the monster boats my neighbors haul and those aren’t even yachts.
I want a viking funeral, but to save expenses, skip the boat. Chuck me into the ocean and fire arrows at me until I sink.
That just sounds like raising the insurance rates for all the normal people. You need to get the rich guy on the boat to even out the pain
Wait, who said anything about leaving the rich bastard at home?
I’m down, let’s fire up the BBQ
someone said bourgeois tenderloin?
