The Compulsive Squire

Where Outstanding Humour Meets Desperate Boredom

5 Minutes To Kill Yourself

Because we’ve all been there. You got up late that morning. You accidentally spilled your tea. Your ex-girlfriend just picked up 6 awards at the Grammys. The day has started out on a low note. If just one more thing is lumped on you today, you’ll be just about ready to strip down to your birthday suit, oiled yourself up, wedge a golden delicious in your yapper and lay on a silver platter for death himself to cradle you in his scythe. If you’ve ever feel thusly, this is the game for you.


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