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Seattle 911

I accidentally called Nike instead of the suicide hotline.

They said just do it.

 

Interpretation

I got invited to a party and was told to dress to kill.  Apparently a turban, beard, and a backpack wasn't what they had in mind.

Next Stop

Q: Where do suicide bombers go after they die?

A: Everywhere

Suicide Note

A man committed suicide by chopping his head off and left a suicide note in his mouth reading, "I don't need no body."

Christmas Bridge

Christmas Eve, a miserable woman stands on the edge of a high bridge contemplating suicide. As she goes to step off she feels resistance from behind. She turns around to see Santa Claus holding her jacket.

"Santa Claus??" exclaims the woman, "Yes, why are you out here so miserable on Christmas Eve, young lady?" Asks Santa.

"Well, I have nothing left to live for. I was fired from my job, my husband left with the kids, my landlord is evicting me, and my cancer has returned."

Santa replies, "Fret not, for Christmas miracles are real. When you go home tonight, you will have a message from your boss giving you your job back, your husband will be waiting happily with the children, you will have your apartment back, and your cancer will be gone."

"My goodness!" exclaims the woman. "That is truly a miracle, is there any way I can ever repay you?"

"There is one thing... how about a blowjob?"

"Well... sure!"

The woman gets on her knees, unzips Santa, gives him the best blower of his life, and slurps up every last bit.

As Santa is about to leave, he asks the woman "by the way, how old are you?" "I'm 27" replies the woman while wiping her mouth. "You're 27 and you still believe in Santa Claus?" he replies while chuckling heartily, walking into the night.