Anyway, the only proper way to kill yourself is to have your balls popped like grapes in the death-grip of a professional wrestler followed immediately by injection with a mutated version of AIDS designed to let you experience the whole routine of dying by AIDS within one hour. During that one hour you will be strapped upside down to a table and the professional wrestler will lift up a grotesquely fat pygmy warlord to the level of your ass. The pygmy warlord will crawl inside your anus, enter your chest, and chew on your heart.
In the suicide note, be sure to blame the Republican party and a lack of sex on television.
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I'm not wirthling. I swear!