Hey, did you guys hear about that guy who tried to jump out of a two-story building in trying to commit suicide? Yep. Well let’s break it down here, a fricking two-story buddy?? Come on man, I know you are a rapper and not expected to be smart but come on. You didn’t want to die did you? The worst that could happen in that short fall was you become a cripple, you lose a limb or get a concussion. You won’t even hurt your pee pee in such a short fall. Um…not so fast…continue reading.
Andre Johnson, a Wu-Tang-Clan (Old Hip-Hop group) affiliate, tried to kill himself a few days ago by jumping from a two-story building. The fall did not come close to killing him but the Gods realizing what a dumbass he was decided to get teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget. To help him realize that things are never as bad as they seem, they inflicted on him one of the most embarrassing injury. The lost of his manhood. Everyone knows that rappers like to brag about their sexual prowess, now we would know he is lying when and if he sings about boning hot chicks.
I tried to no avail to find out how his pee pee got severed. How do you jump off a balcony and sever your penis? Yep, the Gods had a hand in it. Now poor Andre, also known by his stage name Christ Bearer, has a cross of his own to bear. He down wid No Pee Pee? Yeah you know me! At least he, wait for it…had the balls to jump. I am sorry! Ok I said I am sorry!
On a serious note: Suicide is never the answer. As in this poor fella’s case, things could always be worse. Oh, and there are a lot of smart rappers.
I was reading a blog about Assisted Suicide a couple of days ago and was thinking a bit about it lately. I really don’t understand the concept behind it. So help me here. Someone wants to end their miserable and hopeless life but doesn’t want to look like the bad guy so they get some poor ‘killer’ to help them? Is that what it’s about? You hire a killer to off you because you are too much of a wimp to do it yourself? Hmmm…I see.
Well for those who are thinking of ‘going out’ in this way, please don’t do like this lady in the blog, here and travel overseas just to get some guy to pass you a glass of the eternal sleep mix. You can get this shit taken care of right outside your door. Go walking late at night in a rough neighborhood. Get your wheelchair stuck on a train track. Go to your local hospital. There is stuff right in your house just waiting to be utilized.
Remember, it’s not ‘assisted’ if you are not as assisting. You can’t lie there and let someone do all the work and still call it assisted suicide. That’s murder! He just murdered your ass! Plain and simple. How did you assist him in murdering you? By saying, “Hey, pass me a drink of your most potent stuff. Yes! You idiot! Of course I’m talking about poison! Can’t you see I’m trying to die here?’ Is that your input in the Assisted Suicide process?
For those of you hopeless souls who think euthanasia is great and the best way to die with dignity, think again. I prefer to call it weak. A slap in the face of those living with disabilities. Those who haven’t given up hope. Those who came back from the brink of death to see their doctor’s hand reaching for the cord.
Maybe you should reconsider this assisted suicide thing.
The topic of this blog could make you go, “What? There’s no such thing. Orgasms are always desired. Maybe uncontrollable but who’s complaining”. Well the women who suffer from the rare disease, PGAD, which means Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder are complaining.
When I first read this I thought it was a joke. I am sorry because from reading about it, it’s definitely not a laughing matter. It might appeal to the voyeur in you but to those suffering from PGAD, there’s nothing sexy about it.
Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder or PGAD, is an ailment that affects women. They suffer spontaneous, persistent and uncontrollable genital arousal with or without orgasm. Failure to relieve the symptoms usually results in spontaneous orgasms, so it is not uncommon for a woman to engage in frequent masturbations. These can occur in buses, hair salon, while shopping, work, etc. so imagine that for a while. It is of course painful and in many cases, sufferers end up forgoing sexual relationships. This affect the ability to carry on a loving relationship.
I first came across this story about a week or so ago when I read about a woman who committed suicide after a prolong fight with PGAD. Read her story here. There are many more like her and their stories are no less sobering.
Who would have thought that a story about women having orgasms and having a vibrator for a bff could be so grim?