Dear ExGeeEye,
Thank You! I just knew I was not as paranoid as my psychiatrist keeps trying to tell me I am.You've convinced me life isn't safe to keep living, so I went to get my gun to shoot my self. But, following government guidelines, I keep it dismantled and the parts and ammunition in separate locations, and I can't find all the pieces to reassemble it. Have you ever tried to put a bullet back together again, after taking it apart?
Then I thought about poison, but being prudent type of person, I don't keep any around the house!
We only have showers in my house, so drowning myself in the bathtub is out. . . and I tried holding my head underwater in the sink. Did you know you can't do that?
Jumping off the roof? Well, the rose bushes around my house have thorns and they're painful to land in. Besides, I've run out of band-aids.
So I went side to hang myself.
First the limb of the tree broke because the gardener had sawed only half-way through it before quitting for the day. Then the beam on my patio cover broke through due to termites. . . so I tossed the rope over a limb I had tested first and the shoddy Chinese made rope broke!
When I was examining the broken rope I noticed the labelling on the rope from the Consumer Product Safety Commission which warned me that "misuse of this product could cause strangulation, brain damage, disfigurement, and/or death." I realized I was using the wrong products. So I went back inside, thankful that our government was protecting me. . .
I am now researching building my own flying saucer so that I can abandon this planet until such time as it is safe to live here.
(Signed)
Chicken LittlePS: Have you looked at the sky for any cracks lately?
Hahahahahahahaha...