Posted on 01/09/2015 7:26:09 PM PST by RegulatorCountry
An accountant at a New York ad firm leaped to his death because he was hallucinating that the mannequins at his Manhattan office were chasing him, it was claimed today. David Caquais, 43, opened at window at Catch NY on the fourth floor of a building in Manhattan's Garment District and jumped out about 9pm on January 2. The New York Post reports that Mr Caquais screamed 'They're after me! They're after me!' as he ran around his office and attempted to kick out windows.
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Dunno.
Could be the bathsalt crap, could be something new.
Have fun.
Then go out for cheeseburgers. She could use a few.
Maybe in a drug-induced moment, he raped a mannequin and suffered remorse...
It is sometimes speculated that LSD huge dose was used to send an Admiral on the Majic 12 group over the edge.
I figure the real cause is he read the Obamacare tax regulations.
That PCP is some crazy s***.
I was thinking it could have been schizophrenia but obviously I was wrong.
One by one the Penguins steal my sanity.
Ah, MKUltra, cointel program against our own citizenry.
In on instance, an immense dose of LSD was given to a certain someone who promptly “jumped”, though there is speculation that he was thrown.
Another person was dosed before driving..
There was a Dr Who episode with living plastic and this happened; well not the jumping out the window....
Use a condom dude.
Somehow I knew you would know the particulars ... you must be a treasure in trivia games! Kudos
“Is she clean? Get your girl tested for termites!”
Great, a mashup between 1940’s soldier std awareness posters and mannequin dating..
Autons. They date back to the early BBC episodes and were very, very plasticky. In newer episodes, Autons have improved their replication to the point of being barely perceptible as not human, but the old cheesy plastic ones were more disturbing, I thought,
I don’t get it. I’ve always gotten along very well with the mannequins. They sing me to sleep at night and in the morning there’s always a hot cup of coffee waiting for me. And they help me hide the bodies. What’s not to like?
Not really, just a bunch of mega useless stuff stuck in there, sometimes irretrievable when wanted.
DMT 42 was initialy designed to destabilize enemy soldiers.
Well, it worked a little too well.
One individual dosed with dmt42 ended up chopping his family to chutney and rambling about how “they” were after him, monsters, the whole nine.
Hmm..our flying accountant here may have been on DMT 42.
Well, sure! One of them just whispered "Bill, I think you're a swell guy." Or wait a minute, maybe it was "The milkman must die." Dang it, and I just got the hatchet clean.
Demanding a “living wage” no doubt.
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