Having your friend on suicide watch...

PS: Obviously this works only for depression with extraenous causes. If he has serious imbalance in his brain build-up it probably wont help.

 

And Im sorry for being a snob.

 

You don't have to be a snob if you don't like the feeling. But if you like it, putting out fake "sorry"s are unnecessary. Enjoy yourself and the free tits.

 

What do you mean saying "free tits"? Not occupied or for free?

 

Levitating tits they are. It's an esoteric thing.

 

When you are stalked by a bear you try your fuckin hardest to get the bear a long distance from you.

I was feelin like a piece of shit when I last went to the Far North.

Yes, we have a 'North' a bit like Russia's North, or FInland's or Norway's... It is REALLY REALLY HUGE and wild animals are very hungry much of the time and a human being is like a burrito.
I was caught in a snow. A big 'spring blizzard.'
Funny how Spring and SUmmer is decided by some fuckin office or beureau or board somewhere -
"This year, Spring starts at March 20: A message from the Ministry Of Arbitrary Decisions, Greenwich, England"

I had set my tent up off the highway some distance, near water actually....
I had a bear giving me problems.
I had been depressed for months.
Fighting off that bear took a couple days.
It cost that son of a bitch it's life to bring me out of my depression. I realized how much my life meant to me that I valued it enough that I didn't just lay down naked with honey smeared all over me and wait for that bastard to come and eat me.
No, I found a life affirming thing:
I ate that bear [well, I ate some of it, most I gave to an native guy who heard the rifle and came to see who shot what on his people's land]

Take the guy and dump him into a place where there is a large carnivore wanting to eat him. Or tell him about your friend Biles, who had a contest with a Black Bear and won.

[sure, it was unfair, I had a fuckin huge rifle.... Listen, I wasn't gonna kill the son of a bitch with a spoon, right?]

 

there is no spoon

 

You should have tried with the spoon 1st.
Then, if that worked you would be that much tougher.
If it didn't you could have fallen back on the MK108.
Get rid of the gun & hunting becomes an interesting sport, otherwise, just target shooting for the unreasonably cheap

 

That bear wasn't fighting fair. I had no night vision, he did. I had no good sense of smell, he did. My hearing was terrible, his was top notch. He had four sets of claws, I had none. He had a motuh full of teeth that were as big as yer fingers, I had these little things in here.
That fucker was hunting ME, I wasn't hunting it.

I had a rifle. A single shot 12.23 mm rifle. I belive it was German, called Hornisse.
I had one shot and I didn't miss.
I ate the bear. What is so unsprting about that?
If that bear could have got at me, he would have torn my throat out and he wouldn't have given a thought to 'sporting' behavior. He wanted to eat me and all my stuff. He had never seen humans before, else he would not have hunted me.

I won.

The bear lost.

[deleted] European "Know better than a pioneer," bullshit. You would have died like other stupid tourists who go into bear country UNARMED.

 

i still like i says -

git da restrayning orda aginst urself

 

zelf-dinnayyal?

 

The point about the bear was this:
When a wild animal is tryin to kill you, you got no time to 'suffer from depression.'

 

aaaahhhhh killed with 12mm otto from a 410, fucking dweeb!!!
relog!!!

 

It had these HUGE fuckin cartridges, as big as an "Oh Henry!" bar [chocolate bar]

And the slug was about the size of my thumb.

Dunno how many times I have heard "If ya hit a bear with a rifle, he is liable to keep on comin."

It is the extreme exception, not the rule.
When I shot that fucker, all his guts squirted outta his ass and his mouth, the slug had so much energy in it, like a cannon, whoosh! It was amazing... He didn't feel a thing, either.

hey, um, Guy Who Is On Suicide Watch [who started this thread? Afi??]:

Tell yer friend to come to BC where yer friend Biles will take him into the bush, strip him naked, tie him to a tree and dump a gallon of pastuerized honey on him, hide nearby and wait for a bear to come to eat him...
It might take some time and, when the bear comes, Biles might be havin a nap.... But yer friend WANTS to die, so that should be alright, right?
[joke, just fuckin jokin]

 

1x12 PK?!?!??!??! WTf, fucking cheater!