Originally Posted by Eleo
Once I advocated someone kill themself as means of freeing herself from her troubles. She was pissed, but I was only trying to help 
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I actually did this once too. When I was in college there was this guy I met in my psychology class (of all places) who I was doing a group project with. One night, we all met at my house and after we figured we'd had enough brain cramming I decided it was time to kill brain cells. I broke out a case of beers and we all just kicked back and talked shit for a few hours.
Pretty soon everyone started leaving except for this one guy who was already a couple beers past his limit and he wouldn't shut the fuck up about his girl problems. Not that I don't mind lending an ear to anyone who has problems with the significant other, but if you're going to ignore my advice and just say, "I want to fucking die, man. She LEFT AND I DESERVE TO BE DEAD" maybe you need a little fucking persuasion.
I went to my room, got my .22, walked out to the patio, took out the mag, loaded one bullet and handed him the gun. He had this look of utter disbelief on his face like I had asked him if I could light my farts or something. He just quietly got up, got in his car and drove home. Yes, he was drunk as fuck. No ma'am, he never came back to my house or spoke to me again. Good riddance.
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?