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by opwieurposiu
235 days ago
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When I was child, our dog got hit by a car. The dog had two broken legs and was bleeding from the nose. My dad said, "Come with me son, I will show you what to do." So we went into the woods behind the house and dug a hole. I put the dog in the hole and my dad shot the dog in the head. After we filled in the hole my dad said. "Now you know what to do with me when I get old." So my health insurance is healthy living, CrossFit, rapamycin etc. When that fails, I have a 9mm pistol I keep in the safe. I do worry about if I am somehow too incapacitated to use the pistol but not enough to die naturally. Infirmity scares me a lot more then death does. |
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What didn't hold up was not our insurance but my employer, who found a sneaky way to get rid of me and not have to deal with an employee who needed to dip out for his wife's numerous medical appointments.