Five more pictures of David Carradine, taken during his autopsy in Bangkok shortly after the now famous Thai tabloid photo, are reportedly on the market. Radar Online says…
All of the photos show Carradine nude and strapped to a metal coroner’s table with the autopsy incision plainly visible.
The photos have been offered for sale around the world, although no one has yet purchased them.
I’m surprised no one has offered to buy the pictures. It’s weird obviously but that never stopped this kind of thing before. Hopefully no one ever will and spare the family this extra humiliation. I’ve never masturbated because it’s a sin but if I had and then I died with a rope around my nuts and then someone took pictures of it, I would be outraged.
I can feel the devil sliding up to me.
BLUE BALLS!
Or is he walking next to me?
Is it the angel sliding?
“Hopefully no one ever will and spare the family this extra humiliation.”
But I’m going to go ahead and post the now famous photo and continue to advance this story.
take THAT Heath Ledger….Winner - Bill (RIP crazyoldman) :)
snatch…I doubt you would so mistreat someone ;)
Old saggy dead balls
death by cock ring is nothing to be ashamed of
Bella sits atop the prick of TIME.
So, how many men have been inside you?
Doesn’t anyone just plain ol’ jerk off anymore?
As I was saying before…This thread and the sheer level of coffee I have consumed demands I repost:
“Life is pain, life is unfair, life is offensive.”
Individual lives, save for the extremely famous, when I say extremely I mean…Beatles/Springsteen/Dylan/Queen of England sized fame are meaningless until we die and then only meaningful for the twenty minutes people remember us.
It is an endless slide down glass sandpaper with moments of astroglide aka happiness to keep us hanging in there.
Sure, sometimes you meet someone who you get a long with or someone you fuck or someone you fuck and get along with but even the flux of hormones and other assorted natural chemicals, mixed or not with synthetic or herbal chemicals, will end and the slide resumes.
Pain is life. Life is pain. Sanity is being able to embrace and persevere through the pain. Insanity is looking for a reason for the pain as though something can be done about it.
Life Pain Love Death. These are all the same thing existing in the same singularity that is our consciousness.
Snatch…your “blue balls” was genius….
…evil genius…but still genius…
“Avoid, rather than check. Check, rather than hurt. Hurt, rather than maim. Maim, rather than kill.”
Self-abuse, rather than subject a Thai hooker to 72-year old dangly balls…
Wow. I will use that pciture to unmasturbate from now on.
I made the best crepes this morning. In case you were wondering.
“Doesn’t anyone just plain ol’ jerk off anymore?”
::raises non-dominant hand::
Sorry but am I the only one amazed that he could still get it up?
I thought Van Douche’s post was written by BSDC and I was confused
I thought the sky was falling or something
Jean-Claude Von Douche….
..nicely put….but for some of us posters….our consciousness is more “plural” sock-puppet than “singularity”…..
Can you gice one to Carradine, Captain?
Wait… I thought you said “crates”. Carry on.
do you use a special crepe pan
i gotta know