[TheBagman]

I don't know what to say, but he really did it.

I got a call today from his phone number, I thought it was the fucker telling me he was joking. I answered all "hey faggot". I hear someone sniffling in the background of the phone. I then said "hello". The person on the other line spoke up, but only to a faint crackling whisper, asking if I called Miguel yesterday. I said yeah, and she said, "Well the reason he didn't answer is because yesterday evening Miguel took his life." I was utterly shocked, to think he made a thread about it and he actually did it. But upon reflection, who didn't see it coming?

He was not always my favorite member up until the last year or so, but he was a piece of coal that turned into a diamond. He will always be remembered and missed here at MIIDAJ?

You guys know my track record, so take it or leave it.

RIP Miguel. My favorite fucking ASSHAT.

[FilLaB0NGo7]

photo obituary will be required before I believez what I seez.

[TheDriver]

He was in the shoutbox earlier today.

[FilLaB0NGo7]

he's not even signed off aim, he has the fucking eyeball closed, i can still talk to him

[TheDriver]

I cybered with him this morning

[FilLaB0NGo7]

I think I spoke with him this morning, I was here when he made the thread, probably I am too blame, my memory is hazy. 3/4oz in under a week caant be the culprit.

[TheDriver]

This is so sad. I didn't want to believe it, but its true...

[JTS]

Now wait--

is this some kind of sick prank?
I read the other thread, and am thinking WTF this is weird.
Surely a guy doesn't go out like that on purpose.

[pube]

Hey guys....I'm still here. I had my mom make that call for me, she caught me on miidaj and went ballistic. She saw the site was full of weed shit, etc. That night she went to walgreens and got one of those POS drug test kits that aren't very reliable. It was like 3 or 4 days since I smoked since I couldnt find. I still pissed dirty and she freaked out even more, saying im out of the house and everything that THEY bought with their money is no longer mine, so basically all my possessions except my guns remarkably. But my parents were assholes and wouldn't let me take the guns, thinking I will get busted or do some rampage shit or something I guess. I had to literally steal and push past my parents to get out of the house with my laptop, cell phone, wallet, and pistol concealed in my waistband. I had exactly $54.27, I was pissed off and upset, I decided just to rent a room at motel six for the night. I did a lot of thinking that night, I thought about my life and realized it was centered around weed, and I dont do anything, and I'm a failure at life. I decided I didn't want to live anymore. I had 3 viable options. Obvious gun in the mouth, but I didn't want to fuck up the owners hotel, and thought about a bullet going through the ceiling into the next floor killing some old lady or something. I also had $17.44 left, I thought I might buy some sleeping pills, but I thought about, thats for women and pussies. I decided a sheet noose would do best. I rented a shitty porno from 1994 on the tv, and yanked it for the last time. Amazingly, when you're about to die, you have the best orgasm ever. I was content, ready to die. I flipped to a random channel, blues clues was on. This was at the time I was posting this very thread. I decided it was time, jumped off the dresser, I didn't struggle. I was on the brink of losing consciousness when my mom busted in and said, and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!

[elroypornlab]

Fuck man sorry Rip pber

[BigRon]

Sorry to here that Pube but i do know how it is my father used to beat me for being a National Socolist when i was a Kid(that whole thing about them shooting him in ww2)

But get a decent job and move out and you never have to put up with the bullshit of while you live in my house.

[Silent Steve]

wwwwwweeeeee, chase misprinted lies!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Face the path of time!!!!!@

[Silent Steve]

I am color Blind...

[AnnonUSA]

Originally Posted by pube

Hey guys....I'm still here. I had my mom make that call for me, she caught me on miidaj and went ballistic. She saw the site was full of weed shit, etc. That night she went to walgreens and got one of those POS drug test kits that aren't very reliable. It was like 3 or 4 days since I smoked since I couldnt find. I still pissed dirty and she freaked out even more, saying im out of the house and everything that THEY bought with their money is no longer mine, so basically all my possessions except my guns remarkably.

Good move. Always totally piss off someone and allow them to keep their firearms....It is apparent where you got your intelligence from...

Originally Posted by pube

But my parents were assholes and wouldn't let me take the guns, thinking I will get busted or do some rampage shit or something I guess. I had to literally steal and push past my parents to get out of the house with my laptop, cell phone, wallet, and pistol concealed in my waistband. I had exactly $54.27, I was pissed off and upset, I decided just to rent a room at motel six for the night. I did a lot of thinking that night, I thought about my life and realized it was centered around weed, and I dont do anything, and I'm a failure at life.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step in getting better.

Originally Posted by pube

I decided I didn't want to live anymore. I had 3 viable options. Obvious gun in the mouth, but I didn't want to fuck up the owners hotel, and thought about a bullet going through the ceiling into the next floor killing some old lady or something. I also had $17.44 left, I thought I might buy some sleeping pills, but I thought about, thats for women and pussies. I decided a sheet noose would do best. I rented a shitty porno from 1994 on the tv, and yanked it for the last time. Amazingly, when you're about to die, you have the best orgasm ever. I was content, ready to die. I flipped to a random channel, blues clues was on.

When it's time to pull the trigger, worrying about the mess the owner would have to deal with should be the least of your thoughts, so I call bullshit.

Originally Posted by pube

This was at the time I was posting this very thread. I decided it was time, jumped off the dresser, I didn't struggle. I was on the brink of losing consciousness when my mom busted in and said, and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!

This part of the story could only have been better if you said ShiVers was looking in the window chanting "Do IT! Do IT Do IT"!



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Now listen Pube, stunts like this will only serve to elevate your status back to asshat. You are a fixture around here so don't go killing yourself and fucking things up. Get a job, find a steady girlfriend, stop beating off so much, and become normal and miserable with life like all the rest of us.