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morro e não vejo tudo

O Cracked listou 13 últimos pedidos que provam que não é feio rir de gente morta.

Quer um exemplo?

Knauer loved Death Wish. Or Death Wish 2. Or 5. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that Audrey loved Charles Bronson and left almost $300,000 to him even though she'd never met him.

Her family weren't entirely thrilled with that and didn't think the fact that she'd written her will by hand on a list of emergency phone numbers should be entirely legally binding. But nonetheless, she specifically pointed out that she wanted her mother to get nothing, probably because she couldn't kick nearly as many punk asses as Bronson. The best part? When the linked article was filed, Bronson had already taken half of the money. He actually took it!

Depois sou eu que. Tá.

Meu peito dói. Por cima da certeza de que morrerei a qualquer minuto, ainda bem, entra essa voz autoritária dizendo “pára com isso, moça, sem hipocondria”. Eu obedeço. Meu pulso dói, e isso sei que é excesso de trabalho. Sonhei que vomitava, vomitava, e já faz mais de uma semana que acordo sempre suada e com frio. Enterrei os mortos ouvindo minhas Bethanias cantarem Atiraste uma pedra, meu espanto afastando o drama. O telhado quebrado.

Tenho um fim de semana e não sei bem o que fazer com ele.

A não ser isso: estou comprando móveis. Quero uma cadeira com estampa de bolinhas. E mesa, cadeiras, tapete, armários. Quebraste um telhado, vou pintar as paredes.

Ironicamente, acabo de ouvir alguém na rua cantando Nada além.

and I taste poison

"One of her most powerful works is Rest Energy, from 1980. While she gripped a bow at arm's length with the arrow pointing towards her, Ulay held the arrow to the bowstring with his fingers, then they both leaned backwards till the bowstring was taut and the arrow was aiming straight at her heart. Microphones attached to their chests provided the soundtrack.
'This is a very difficult piece where you really risk your life,' said Abramovic. But it is also about love, trust and mutual dependence."

The Guardian

Dear Stupid,

I'm writing you this email because I think our relationship has run its course. Do you realize that you're a total loser? You've changed too much since we met, and I don't like it. I can't believe how selfish you are. Relationships are supposed to be about sharing, jerk. You couldn't even pass your exams without cheating; I should have known you'd cheat on me too, asshole. I called the nursery school program, and they agreed to let you in after they assessed your maturity level. You know, a little respect can go a long way. But the amount of respect you give me is only enough for ME to go a long way. A long way away from you, douchebag. Frankly, you just don't care enough about me. Luckily I care enough about me to make up for it, by saying goodbye to you. Here's some food for thought: you're an asshole! It's not easy to carry on a successful relationship with someone like you. And by that, I mean someone who is downright stupid, you feebleminded dimwit.

Why do you spend so little money on me? Buying me a happy meal at McDonald's does not count as taking me out to dinner. If you ever get engaged, just remember that an onion ring is not a valid replacement for a wedding ring.

Sorry, but you're not even worth keeping as a friend. Why are you so boring? I've seen rocks that are more interesting than you. I never want to see you again, jerkface! Stay away from me or I'll beat you with a frozen salmon. I think you get the idea: this relationship is over.

I hope maggots devour your testicles,
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