"Well, we guess that rules out ninjas, right?"--hold on, death by ninja counts as an accident? Dude, that solves a lot of problems round these parts. A lot.
If he set up some kind of noose-like loop and hung it from something above him, he could have put his wrists in it and use his own weight to tighten the restraints.
It was difficult to tell if something like this could have been the case from the photo.
Men can be kinky little monkeys sometimes, people! Get over it. Back in the day (the 90s), I was a 900 line girl and I regularly got requests from a man who wanted a dominatrix to put a thin glass pipe in his urethra and then step on his penis, so the glass would break in there. He also liked to put light bulbs in his ass. I've also heard of people putting small rodents in their asses. Men, and some women, like to get freaky. Let's not all jump on the ninja conspiracy band wagon! That is all.
I knew someone who liked to get tied up to relax. It's the same concept as the isolation tank/sensory deprivation chamber, or when kids conk out in a playpen, for that matter. The constriction and "smallness" brings a deep relaxation, evidently. But then he started criticizing my knot tying and I was like, you know what, Houdini? Find a fucking Boy Scout to do it, I'm out.
@DevilsAvocado: Hi, DA! How is winter down there and all the little avocados? I think it might have been the figure eight, sadly. Knot formation not my strong suit.
It's fucking freezing, Bookish. And avocadoes dislike the cold. Hence, we are all flying north for a month. Look for me by Homer's wine-dark sea as of next Monday. I'll be the one with a gargantuan, frosty beer, a plate of kofte, and a satisfied grin on my face.
How's your summer going? Read any good books lately?
Maybe this was during Christmas when the smell of eggnog and baking would make Dave feel familiar yet mysterious yearnings for hoofed animals and older men who were fond of young children.
@BadUncle: Spoken like a true anti-environmental conservative! I have it on good authority that pineapple rings make superb cock rings. Reuse, recycle!
This is my second American Psycho reference of the day, but I'm thinking that this is like the end of the movie/book where he goes back to Paul Allen/Owen's (not sure why they changed it for the movie) apartment and it was all cleaned out and repainted. It't not like ninjas are going to leave a calling card. They're ninjas for fucks sake.
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Elvis died on the toilet. Martin Luther had an ephiphany on the toilet. Go figure.
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It was difficult to tell if something like this could have been the case from the photo.
Also, how would you get out?
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What let you down, Bookish? The Stevedore's Knot or the Midshipman's Hitch?
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It's fucking freezing, Bookish. And avocadoes dislike the cold. Hence, we are all flying north for a month. Look for me by Homer's wine-dark sea as of next Monday. I'll be the one with a gargantuan, frosty beer, a plate of kofte, and a satisfied grin on my face.
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Maybe this was during Christmas when the smell of eggnog and baking would make Dave feel familiar yet mysterious yearnings for hoofed animals and older men who were fond of young children.
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You obviously know not of what you speak. The intense scabbing will usually prevent one from reaching the fatal state.