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This thread reminds me of a guy I used to know from my mother's hometown. Melvin. Every so often Melvin would go on a bender and drink gasoline. Yes, drink it. He did this for years. Seemed every few months or so I'd hear from someone that he'd been at the gas again.
Then one time I hit town and found out he had died. Seems Melvin got on a gas high, went to the train tracks and grabbed hisself one of those hand cars, starting pumping his way down the tracks and WHAMMO.... train soup.
On the upside his cremation was the quickest on record, since his body was so sotted with gas and all.
True story.
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