I’ve always resolved that if I get sucked out of an airplane or something, possibly due to Boeing related reasons, one unlucky bastard is going to be the recipient of the most epic elbow drop in history. Hey, if you’re going to hit the ground anyway you may as well make it cool as hell.

I imagine willingly jumping out and laughing as people try to grab me. I make it out! Y’all can’t stop me.

Are these intrusive thoughts or just imagination?

Call of the void?

When I get these I say to myself, that’s little Jimmy’s fear response. It’s ok little Jimmy, if that happens it would be dangerous, you’re right. Then those thoughts have done their job and go on their merry way.

You almost Final Destinationed yourself