Boba Rhett Posted July 1, 2002 Author Share Posted July 1, 2002 Oh, you'd get a burial. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stormtroop Posted July 9, 2002 Share Posted July 9, 2002 yeah i put it doesnt matter but a shark death would be quick and painless our painfull i dont know:confused: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yoda_623 Posted July 14, 2002 Share Posted July 14, 2002 Which every is not as painful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jatt13 Posted July 17, 2002 Share Posted July 17, 2002 i would pick tiger, b/c tigers are cooler than sharks. but if i could pick any way to die, i'd pick either a boring death by old age, or something quick and painless but unbelievably disgusting, like getting shot at point blank range in the face in a crowded area, like a mall. can you imagine all the vomit? gross! but beheading would be a good choice, too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Booya2020 Posted July 17, 2002 Share Posted July 17, 2002 Hmmm at least if a Shark attacked you you have the option of drowning. It would be cool to see a tiger up cose though... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Fergie Posted July 20, 2002 Share Posted July 20, 2002 Originally posted by Booya2020 Hmmm at least if a Shark attacked you you have the option of drowning. It would be cool to see a tiger up cose though... Drowning? After it ripped your leg off the blood would atract more sharks and vermin and you might die of shock our of unburibal pain maybe fast but not enough. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Fergie Posted July 20, 2002 Share Posted July 20, 2002 hey what about the tiger shark at least you wouldn't be beat to death with your shoes (see quate underneath) : Del Preston: So there, I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopkeeper and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really, but sure enough I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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