They're saying it on ADT and the new board.

/wrists

i'm not sure who he is, but any kind of inkyo volt action is just welcome. without the real, senseless tragedy out there to keep the dark humor here close to truth, this place wouldn't work.

rumor has it that he turned down multiple professional baseball managerial positions in flo-rida in order to accept the director of public safety and public health position in his native stamford, conn.

R.I.P. Joey.


Maybe God needed another Angel?

Porn whore's aren't really dead till Moblem posts about them and gives them a meat beating send off all over his keyboard.

Brandon, can you link to that scene on a tube site for us please. Thanks buddy.

The tubes are down. Thankfully, www.brandonironvod.com keeps it up. Contact Nate@takedownpiracy.com if you find any of your content on those pesky tubes. They have more viruses than I do.

There's dead and there's pornstar dead. Don't believe the latter unless you have MSM proof.

Her suicide note included: Those mustard walls are closing in on me.

Joey was simply playing catch up to the hundreds of other starlets who performed for the mustard walls. We all relish her efforts.

Did she really commit suicide? If so, the jokes are in rather poor taste.

I have nothing but love for Joey. It was nice to have had the pleasure of meeting her.

Not gonna get all ADT-style gushy and fanboi about her, but am old-fashioned enough to believe that there some bounds of decency one ought to observe.

^^ I totally agree. Suicide jokes are definitely OK.

Is the case of a malefactor like Hitler or Goebbels, sure, but this was a young woman who seemed to be an okay person, at least according to Brandon Iron. I have been around awhile and have known some conniving whores, but also some good-natured whores, and IMO the loss of a good-natured whore is a thing to be regretted.

@Ivor:

Very good post you made there.

Can you tell me where the good taste part of the forum is and how I could get access to it?

Oh no, I offended a raincoater living in his mom's basement. How will I ever continue?

fucking "i just killed david lugar by slipping some cascade into his food" is still just awesome. like, totally malicious and arrestable but it'd take someone hundreds of strange attempts before they were a threat to anything but one's digestion of a meal. god, that's why an sat score that's too low for hobart means no voting, there's no way i trust you to understand everything you're doing. so anyone that wants the irs to collect above 30% of what they're allowed to in spirit from me, because i'd rather make it irrevocably entrusted to pay a day school my kid goes to or just not show up as income or capital gains because technically it's not. then i can be charitable on my own, but stiffing hospitals and defaulting on your credit cards is reason to keep money out of the available pool. no hobart admission, no artificial hips for free, nsaids and codeine are cents a day. dish soap and suffrage are too scary.

honestly, she should be celebrated for having the competence so rare in porn to actually do something terminal.

some md should replace jack's mission to use a rudimentary knowledge and license to procure quiet and neat means to the desired end. everyone's using xanax, dish soap, the lid to cans, bottles of their dad's allegra, just the worst ideas ever.

i would suggest a sticky with a table of common, available LD/50's quadrupled assuming even if they procure it asking them to double something is likely preventative in most attempts, just double it for them then double that as 100% is really where the margin for error should start.

but i enjoy the "I took 340mg of diazepam, goodbye world" posts. a day on megadoses of benzos will lead to having no ability to ever recall doing things involving a convenience store then waking up somewhere perplexing and wondering "am i dead? is this heaven?" for a second then realizing they just made flying from LA to Charles de Gaulle a tolerable experience psychopharmacology-wise, but not much more than a weird, cool mega-nap.

but again, you'd need a kevorkian-type to get the mask or mix the iv themselves for porn science ideas not to defeat a table of "shit to eat and drink that'll kill you if you go get x grams of it, no problem".

really, firearms and accidental overdoses are how they die young in most cases, you'd need to literally turn the valve up to "blue whale, 12-hour procedure" on the gas tank in terms of handing them a mask and assuming they'd at least come in contact with enough of it even if baffled by it's function to get one under-to-shutdown pretty aggressively. you'd need to have a hole ready for any iv solution hooked up and saline pushed in already before hooking in and squeezing a good dose of well, lots of shit hitting the bloodstream in a cc of fluid i can think of. so revolvers or supervision of the act if gassing or sticking them are really how to foolproof death for porn girls, no chambering rounds hk p7-style, just double action and no safety in a snubbie, hammerless .357 is hard to fuck up. but arsenic or even chugging prestone's usually going to end up being gout pills or darvocets are going to work their way into things.

the one ill-rimed to go live when everything's been beaten to death like those seal videos where out continent showed a little bit of "machete season" rwandan clubs and farm tools are fine when a few feet is fine when it's time for eye-contact savage-fests where people are just cool with spurting blood covering them. not people up there, but sub-saharans are just first-ballot hall inductees when it comes to stoning bitches for ruining livestock with sorcery as a mid-afternoon block party. if they can kill someone with it, game on for purple-skinned blacks.