The year: 2065 I have just gotten my prescription for the new "Super Viagra Enzyte Combo Pills" and a giant can of whipped cream. I totter off to the local legalized brothel and order up a clone of Jennifer Love Hewitt. 24 hours later I die from lack of bodily fluids. But I am smiling when they bury me.
Everyone I've ever known has smoked or smokes pot on a regular basis, and I've never heard of anyone in history kill themselves because they're stoned.
Last night while I was high, I fell down a hill trying to catch a dog. I probably could have died because it was a huge ass hill, but I still side with what you said.
Lately I have been in a bad way... I really don't know how I will die... I doubt it will be a natural cause. I should stop fighting for fun... it is starting to hurt.
Oh my God! There's more than one of me. WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!
If there were parallel Universes, then why haven't we been invaded by one with superior technology? Leaving robots and such?
That's how we'll die, by the hands of robots!
Maybe because that logic is retarded? Maybe we have the best technology of any other universe... maybe we are all the same... who fucking knows, stop acting like you are the Messiah.