This very well may be my favorite one to date. Our extreme environmental laws here in California keep mufflers from actually belching out such filth, but I like the cheerful step-by-step directions to kill myself. I find it interesting that this person takes such passive measures to get me to reach a grisly fate, especially when I'm planning on a much more gruesome end for them should I ever discover their identity involving a lumpy mattress, a tiki torch, and several voracious goldfish.
I should point out that I look nothing like Bart Simpson.
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