Instead of lethal injection, why not shackle him to the bar at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. in Studio City and make him live tweet the TV that plays Forrest Gump on a loop until he dies if mercury poisoning?
You have a great literary mind; however, I question the necessity of you projecting your sickness into the blogosphere like this, especially given the already basically toxic nature of the internet. I recommend if this is a cry for help that you go get the help you know you need; and if it isn't, that you desist for the common good
Ok seriously are you really the most average man? Or is this someone else's story? Or did you make it up? Please
I’m not sure because I’ve never entered the contest. What I can say is that I’m a regular businessman who sometimes gets mixed up in espionage, which leads to adventure and romance. I’m always like, “Look, I don’t know anything about any goddamned disc! I’m just a regular guy visiting town for the big sales conference!” and then the goons laugh and punch me in the face again. There’s also a scene where I roll a gigantic quarter into a gigantic vending machine and then a gigantic can of soda rolls out and steamrolls the goons.
If I was hosting a roundtable discussion about baskety-bulb and one of the idiots was talking for too long, I’d start daydreaming about his head being a basket bulb. But I’d do it in a way that allowed the viewers at home to know what I was daydreaming about. Not sure how, but maybe the cameras could zoom in real close on my face and then my eyes look like little spinning basket bulbs. We cut to commercial and when we cut back the guest and I are both noticeably disheveled from the wrestling match that ensued when I tried to dribble his head.