Ahhh, watch a pro do it. Norm MacDonald.
Skip forward to about 5:20
www.tonightshowwithconanobrien.comor read the following (a slightly funnier one in my opinion)
This moth goes to a lawyer's office and after a few minutes of waiting, he goes in to see the lawyer. The lawyer says "What can I help you with?" So the moth tells him "My wife, she left me the other day. She took my kids with her and just really ****ed up things for me. She had been cheating on my for a while now, I'm not really sure how long, I just know it was a long time. And now she's moved to another city, I'm never going to see my kids again ever. It just sucks so bad, you know cause life is so hard and I never thought it would end up like this.
I had dreams once, and now that's all they'll ever be... just dreams. I mean I wake up in the morning and I just feel so ****ing depressed like this sadness has just completely taken over my life, and I just keep sinking deeper and deeper into this state of dispitude.
And I'm not even sad that she left, it's all the lies, like she doesn't even respect me. I never see my kids anymore, and I miss them so bad, it's enought to put a gun in my mouth. Last week I spent three nights contemplating swallowing a bullet, just end it now before it gets worse.
I mean what is this life? What has it come to? I've completely lost my faith in God, and it just seems like no one is out there. I speak and no ones even listening. All those years of faith and service, completely gone. My life is completely in shambles now and the time before that it was completely wasted. Just ****ing wasted man, on God, on my wife, on all this bull****. It's all bull**** in the end, none of this even matters. Do you think anybodies even going to remember me tens years after I die? What about twenty? Even if I had accomplished something it would all be wasted?
Just look back at the pyramids and ancient Egypt. All those people in that society had dreams about being pheroe or something, ****ing that hot Egyptian chick. How much does that matter now? Nothing. Who cares if he got to **** her, we don't even remember his name now. It's like he could have never existed. What kind of point is that? It's not a point and maybe that's the point, that we all just become dust in the end, rich, poor, who cares? We all end up in the same place in the end. I've just decided I'm gonna get there before everyone else, because I'm gonna kill myself tonight. I have nothing to live for and nothing to die for either, but that shouldn't stop me. It could be a lot of fun not existing, beat the hell out of this ****hole.
But how should I do it? Gun? Poison? Maybe I could make it look like an autoerotic asphixiation accident? That could be fun. One last orgasm as the last thing I experience, who could want anything more out of life? That beat the pants off what anyone else is going to accomplish or at least be just as good. But hey, I'll enjoy myself, while I'm there jerking it with a belt around my neck, most mother****ers can't say that. What should I jerk it too, though? Magazine would probably be best cause I could just lay it on the floor and look down at it and..."
"Hey, I'm gonna just interupt you right there, I'm not a psychologist or an advisor or anything like that" said the lawyer, "why'd you even come here?"
"I don't know, the light was on."