Perfect Murder - Bullshit Bingo

Just those same, everyday, ordinary thoughts.

I am in a meeting and I'm ready to kill myself. Perhaps with an icicle.

On the other hand I'm not that keen on pain or unliving, so I could kill someone else. I hear an icicle is a good tool to do a perfect murder.

Let's see, there are fifteen people here...

...oh shit. My name is on the participant list.

On the other hand, I am wearing red pants, so blood and guts splattering around wouldn't be that bad. Not like in those cases when wearing a white shirt and you immediately feel the urge to eat tomato soup or spaghetti with tomato sauce.

Oh well, the icicle photographs are last years icicles, so everything here is a lie.

Life is a lie.

Better stick to playing bullshit bingo.