An Ugly Ladies Man That Lives On A Beach With A Nasty Browser History Dies In Excruciating Pain.

I read through this weekend’s prompts excited about having so many options to write about. My entry this week is going to be a little mix of two or more of the prompts.

Not that I have much to say about any one particular, but I have a bit of everything to talk about. So that’s what my entry for today will be. A mix of it all.

Good looking but no sex: Would you rather...

I feel like the whole point of having an appealing face is to be able to pull bitches, and do stuff with them. Lol if you can’t do that even with a fine face, what’s the point of having that fine face then?

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So if I get to get hella p***y and be ugly, then please, by all means, call me mr beast.

Where you live: Would you rather...

In most of the personal blogs I write, I’ve mentioned many times how much I love the beach, even though I’ve never really been before. Living right next to a beach would be a dream come true for me. I would look forward to the view and walking barefooted on beach sand every morning.

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I consider the woods a dangerous place, and unlike Tarzan, I don’t have wolf brothers to protect me. One thing that might’ve swayed my decision about choosing a cabin in the woods over a shack on a beach would be that it exposes me more to nature and I would’ve gotten to do more nature shoots (I love doing those when I can btw). But the same exposure would’ve risked my life and put me in danger as well. I’d rather be comfy in my beach-side shack.

Your secrets: Would you rather...

I’m not a diary person, but if I were, there’d be nothing incriminating inside there. Just a couple of cringey confessions about which girl I liked at school and how I’m pissed that some Karen couldn’t take a fucking joke.

What I do have to worry about is my gallery, and why I have to worry about my gallery is found in my browser history. My browser history is a complete no no.

As for my browser history, I mean sure there’s always incognito, but once a while, you slip up and open shit on regular safari tabs you’re not supposed to have running there. Adult shit. The hub would show as a suggestion once you hit that very random letter that starts only a very few words.

So yeah I’d rather have someone read my secret diary.

Got to die somehow: Would you rather...

I’ve imagined many ways I’d die by myself long before this prompt, and I think many others have too. Not suicidal thoughts or anything, but just wondering of the many ways to die, which one takes you out.

I’ve thought of some of the more common ways including road accidents which I find represents many sudden deaths, dying of illness, passing away peacefully in your sleepy, and generally accidents concerning chemicals and other hazardous substances.

What I haven’t thought of though are these weird scenarios presented by @galenkp here. Kudos to him for thinking those up. Lol wondering how bored you must’ve been to think about all these.

Anyways, if I had to pick my peace out, I’d rather fall out of a plane with no parachute. In my opinion, this will deliver a much quicker death. One thing that is for sure is that all these ways to die will hurt like a bitch. What you can do about it is to select the one that hurts the shortest.

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I wouldn’t want a sharks teeth piercing my body. I mean just look at those teeth and imagine them sinking into your flesh, in an out continuosly until you become past tense. That would be too much pain, and if the bites are not in the right spots, I could be left impaled seriously, left to bleed out and die in hunger and thirst in some sea animal’s stomach several feet below sea level. The pain and hunger is not the only problem, of course. I’m probably going to drown in fluids inside the sharks stomach, and God knows what these fluids can do to human flesh. This option just feels like the absolute worst way to die.

An elephant herd stomping?

I’ve seen the marks made by elephant feet before in a field trip my school took to a wildlife reserve here in Ghana. They’ve got some big feet, coupled with their heavy weight, a stomp should be enough to server most of the important joints in your body. But if by some unfortunate miracle, it doesn’t take you out immediately, that’s going to be a long agonizing last moments.

Now considering falling from a plane without a parachute…

The impact from landing from so high up in the sky is almost assured to kill you immediately. Like I already said though, it’ll hurt like a bitch! Good news is, it’s only for a short and probably unnoticeable split second.

This is how I analyzed these scenarios to arrive at my choice of death- a quick and short death that’ll hurt like a bitch. But I’ll be too dead to know.