If you seriously love and respect the DP dot com movement you will do me a super solid and shoot me in my fucking head the second I am diagnosed with a terminal illness. You WILL NOT let me admit myself to a fucking hospital so that they can put my ass in the fucking hallway because my insurance is maxed out.
As a matter of fact, that should be my insurance, one gallon of premium gasoline to bathe in and a book of matches.
There’s no way I will be on a gurney in the corridor next to the pissery or the fucking janitor’s closet. Hospital staff might be able to convince some people that it is all part of the healing process to sleep in the hallway wearing that fucking untied robe with your blackened asscheeks outdoors and your bedpan overflowing, but I want none of that shit.
Stab me in my throat with a stethoscope first.
SICKO by Michael Moore.
that’s all i’m saying.
You can always catch a case and get that good institutional treatment…
I get all my medical attention overseas where each appointment comes with a tugger at the end.
@Gee Star!
that movie was so ill. it made me ask my friends to pull the plug if i get stuck on a machine. my parents wouldn’t do it, but the scheming hoes i know would.
@40
be a terrorist and get shipped to guantanamo bay. you get your check ups as if you were CEO of k-mart.
@DP
my health habits are going to get me cancer or tumors by the time im 50. I’m working on a plan where I can off myself without a lot of pain involved when i reach 60 yrs old. The day I can’t bend down tie my shoes is the day i need to check out and walk with Da God J.C.
Mo,
no doubt, when the movie finished i started packing my bags ready to move to france, only if it was that easy.