"You wanna test how damn serious I am about leaving this world, screw with my check that pays for this apartment and food. Try it. See how serious I am. I don't care. I have no problem killing myself. Take away the last thing keeping me here, and see what happens. Next time you see me on the news, it will be me in a body bag." -- Stanley Thornton
I hear that this idiot is finally in a booby hatch under observation as a result of the mental anguish caused by his worldwide humiliation over going public with his "AB" (Adult Baby) fetish.
And that's good, because I was thinking of ways that I could introduce giant buckets of water and enormous XXXL-sized dry cleaning bags around his house for him to drown or suffocate in.
