"stop, drop, and roll? more like stop, rock and roll" you say, pulling out a guitar and beginning to play, the flames engulfing both you and the building. you play one last chord and a single tear traces down your cheek. you are devoured by the best pyrotechnics display ever.
the perfect way to die has been discovered.
REMEMBERING ALL YOUR NEGLECTED RESPONSIBILITIES AT ONCE LIKE
What do taxes, Justin Bieber, and the sky have in common?
They’re all high.