watched this show on discovery on spontaneous human combustion, shc.
i stopped watching halfway and flipped back to cartoons cause i freaked myself half to death.
not to sound like a yellow-bellied asshole here, but this show is definitely not a bedtime programme.
i was lying on the couch while watching and half the time i was afraid i would start combusting right there and disintegrate from the face of the earth. that cant happen to me!
i'm still a virgin!

but i digress...

its just freaky, you know?
i'm not saying i'm a believer but i'm not saying i'm not either. the facts are all so blury and it seems that there's no conclusive evidence leading to a straight answer. so i cant dismiss the possibility of its existence.
the fire worked such a number on the 'victims' that it did a better job than regular cremation. can you believe that?

inagine this:
one fine day you are lying on your couch, or resting on the chair reading a book or sipping tea when your tissues suddenly catch fire. what the hell would you do man?
sure some of you smart asses would sneer and go,
'well i'll run to the kitchen and put it out'
some might even do the stop-drop-roll routine, which, under normal circumstances, is insanely funny to watch.

but can you say panic?

ah well, i guess i dont have to worry about this anytime soon.
according to research, many of the reported shc cases happen (if it does at all) to women who smoke and/or drink alcohol and are under some form of medication due to a sickness or a condition.

thank god for my testicles.