The Ten Minute Suicide Guide
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So you're thinking about committing suicide.
That is, I figure you probably are if you're reading this, judging by the e-mail I get every day. I obviously can't change your mind about this and I don't particularly see the need to. BUT, a person can screw up a suicide just like anything else and so I offer this guide on how to do it right. Yes, it does matter. This is the act that everyone will remember about you forever and ever. So, before you go rushing into it... 
The following is a true story. I knew a girl in High School named Skyler. One day, not long after her 17th birthday, she got fed up with life and swallowed a whole bottle of pills. I would go into why, but we never knew why. All she left behind was a squiggly suicide note, scrawled in a tearful rage on the back of an Arby's receipt. To make things worse, the devastating last line of her note, "I'M FINISHED WITH YOUR SHIT" was put down so sloppily that her family read it as, "I'M FAMISHED FOR MORE SHIT." The family thus were led to believe that Skyler suffered from Coprophilia, or a fetish for eating human feces. And since death is no time to judge a person, Skyler's mother and father and three brothers openly embraced what they believed to be their beloved's love affair with poo. Who knows, maybe it was her shame over this unusual habit that pushed her over the edge. So they went public with the note, outing their poop-loving daughter to the community as to shed light on those still persecuted. 
Skyler's classmates rallied around her memory, condemning the fecalphobes who they figured had taunted her as she took repeated trips to life's turd buffet. A memorial service was held in our school gym two days later and first up to the podium was little Kim Wittaker (a teammate on Skyler's dance team), who read this poem dedicated to her memory: Skyler, with your newfound wings, you can fly high-ler you'll have the poop pile of kings and a golden poop piler wherever you're at, you have phat scat sat near the fat scat vat we miss you At this point, Principal Clark unveiled an airbrush painting by award-winning art student Cody Gunderson, which would honor Skyler's memory by forever hanging in the main entranceway of the school. 
Do you get the point? Skyler didn't plan to fail. She just failed to plan. So before you get down to business, here's three things you need to think through. It won't take long: 1. Where Do You Go From Here? I had a friend who worked as a cook at Denny's and hated it. On his feet and tossing salads all day. So he decides to rob the place, figuring he can take the money and start a new life. Instead he gets caught and goes to prison, where he winds up doing kitchen duty all day and tossing salads all night. What I'm trying to say is that depending on where you end up, you could find yourself in the exact same bullshit you're in now. Most of us sit around the campfire late at night and talk about the afterlife as a distant, vague thing but you, if you do the suicide you're actually going to be there in a few minutes. So we have to stop talking about the afterworld as a shadowy hypothetical and start talking in terms of an actual place where you'll actually be before your next Birthday. There are really only two popular views on the afterlife, the religious view and the nonreligious one. Now I don't know what you believe and I don't particularly care, so we'll just examine each possibility equally. Afterlife Possibility A: Hell or something like it If Christians are right, you can expect Hell. The best picture of Hell we have is from Italian author Dante Alighieri, who 700 years ago took a trip through Hell and then wrote an unreadable book about it. His picture of Hell is about what you'd expect, in that there are different levels of hellness depending on what kind of an asshole you were. If you're surprised that suicides wind up in Hell at all, you have to understand that the bitch about suicide is that under the Christian scheme, it qualifies as murder. Dante's Hell has the suicide cases living in a suburb of murdererville. This may sound unfair, but remember that murder isn't a horrible crime because of what it does to the murdered. That person is gone, what do they care? No, the crime is against the murdered person's Mom and brother and sister and best friend and all their coworkers and the people he or she owed money to. All of the people who depended on that person or would have depended on them in the future had they been allowed to live, all of the people who will feel the crushing waves of misery and loneliness due to their abrupt absence, they're the victims. And since suicide creates the same real and emotional devastation as homocide, the two are treated as the same crime. I know, it sucks. But remember you're not being punished for what you did to yourself, but what you did to those around you when you pulled the trigger. That's the thing, suicide has a way of only hurting the people who liked you. The people who hated you will forget your name in a month and, in fact, the evil bastards who tormented you and drove you to this will actually be a little happier with you gone. Suicide is like a bunch of your friends saving up money to buy you a car and then you taking the car and running them over with it. 
Dante's Hell So under this plan you would get the murderer's punishment, which is to be plunged into a river of boiling blood, continually bitten by ravenous eels that secrete fire as venom whilst flying badgers swarm on those who try to swim out. This goes on for 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 times infinity and the whole time, this video plays continuously in the background. There are differing thoughts on the actual torture, of course. Some don't believe in the boiling blood thing and say it is merely a "boiling" pool of carnivorous maggots or a simple boiling sea of shit. But most do think that the suicide cases are continually attacked and tortured by the murderers they're imprisoned with in Hell, because to them you're such an incompetent murderer that the only victim you could find who wouldn't overpower or outwit you was yourself. Thus, suicide is considered to be the same embarrassing insult to murderdom that Uwe Boll is to the world of film. I'm not saying their harrassment will be worse than what you currently suffer at school or at work or at home, you know your situation better than I do. I'm just saying that they're murderers and there are millions of them and some of them have had several thousand years to be driven insane with rage. They have eternity to work you over and that there are no laws to stop them. Remember that in Hell, the only punishable crime is failing to torture the nearest person weaker than you. Again, I doubt you think you deserve all that, but you probably don't think you deserve what you got in this life, either, and that certainly didn't change anything. All I can really say in response is that it's difficult to find anyone who was ever punished for anything who actually felt like they deserved it. Also note that Christianity is not a religion for pussies. You may also point out that your life was your own and it should be a lesser crime to destroy something that belongs to you. But the Christians reasonably point out that you didn't buy or earn or plan or construct your own birth. It happened totally without your knowledge and the subsequent life could have ended at any second if your heart had decided to stop beating (which also happens without your knowledge) or if some heavy object had fallen on you in your sleep. So they say that it's really God who owned your life and for you to claim ownership of it is like saying you own the sunlight that beats down on your face on a hot summer day. Of course, you can take comfort in knowing that lots of smart people disagree with the above picture of Hell. Many say, for instance, that it's unjust to punish the kind, devout Buddhist right alongside the con artist who steals the life savings from an old woman, leaving her to eat dog food on the street so that he can buy a ticket on a naked pedophile cruise to Bangkok. Eastern religions such as Buddhism and Hinduism, though, also believe in an afterlife where some kind justice is carried out, be it through reincarnation or time spent in a spiritual obstacle course. What you learn in each life develops the soul and eventually you graduate. Your problem there is that suicides tend to come back as suicides. They live a couple of decades and then BLAM, they hit the reset switch and start over. So they never progress because they never give themselves a chance to learn or experience anything. If these religions are right then you've probably committed suicide before, in another life. And another, and another. And you'll do the same in the next one. 
An example of the reincarnation process So be prepared. If whatever afterlife is coming involves justice of some kind, you'll still have to answer for the fact that you ended this life by emotionally devastating all of the people who have helped you up until now, while simultaneously having bailed out on all of the people you were supposed to have helped in your remaining decades of life. From the friend who would have needed you to talk them through a tough time a month from now to the sweet girl who you were supposed to marry six years from now, all will be waiting to kick your ass in the afterworld. And even if you survive that ass-kicking gauntlet, at the end you'll have to look this baby in the eye. He was born with a rare skin-eating disease that makes his flesh harden and tear off in chunks... 
...but you'll have time before that happens because that baby is still living, 18 years later, bearing the pain and smearing lotion on his skin every hour to keep it intact and hooking himself to an IV every night so he can survive another 24 hours. Oh, and... 
...he competes in triathlons. But I digress. Now, if you look around long enough I'm sure you can find a religion where everyone goes to a paradise of some kind after death. The obvious problem with that is that not only will Hitler be there, along with the aforementioned thieving child rapist, but all of the people making your current life a living hell will also be there with you. Forever. And for a personality prone to suicide, the sheer fact that you can't escape this time (you can't kill yourself when you're already dead) turns even this universal Heaven into a kind of Hell - unless you somehow find a way to live with those people. And if you're figuring that, yes, you can man up and face whatever challenges the next life presents, then you might as well do that now, in this life, and skip the extra step. It's just more efficient that way. Afterlife Possibility B: The Atheists are right Nothing. All of us wind up in the same cold, black, non-living state. Sinner, saint, serial killer, your best friend, your worst enemy, your Mom, Osama Bin Laden, Jesus, Jeffrey Dahmer, George W. Bush, Michael Moore, Mel Gibson, child molestors, child molestor victims, all wind up in the same spiritual Terri Schiavo state of mindless vegetation. 
Of course there are some scientists who say that consciousness is preserved outside of the body in a sort of Quantum energy state so that the mind can live on. These energies, they speculate, congregate with other energies and, like on Earth, the bad apples are shuttled off to be quarantined in some place where they can't do harm to the good ones. We can't know what this is like for a suicide such as yourself, but one experimental attempt to communicate with this plane of existence was able to detect the faint sounds of screaming, badgers, and this song playing over and over again. We have no way of knowing the significance of this. 2. Suicide Methods: How are you going to do it? Consider this one carefully. There's a Catch-22 here, in that the methods that leave you unconscious (taking pills or sucking car exhaust) also leaves the possibility that someone will find you and rush you to the hospital. But the methods that leave you wide awake also leave you to experience the last few seconds of absolute bodily terror that comes with the realization that the thing you feared your whole life - death - is upon you, real and ugly and big as balls. Did you see that movie The Ring? Why were you scared of that little girl? What's the worst thing she could do? Kill you, that's what. This thing, death, this is what had you jumping in your seat at sudden noises in the dark. Fear that something would lunge out and take your life. I turned on the TV just now, flipped around. Three cop shows, heroes catching murderers so they can't kill again. Jaws playing on TNT. What are those characters desperately running and swimming away from? Death, by shark. It's embedded in your psyche. So at that final, suicidal moment your body will realize via the full force of all of its adrenaline and nerve impulses that now every fear has suddenly come true right in front of your eyes. The rotted little girl from the well, the guy in the hockey mask with a chainsaw, the childhood shadowy monster from under the bed, all of them are now silly caricatures compared to the actual, real, black thing facing you at the moment you pull the razor. Endless, faceless death. It's no surprise that roof-jumpers change their minds half way down (and that people avoid jumping as a method for that reason). That is, unless you enjoy mind-blowing terror and the feeling of shitting in your pants in midair like that pooping bungee jumper guy. 
So here's some other common suicide methods, with the drawbacks of each: A. Slitting your wrists This one simply doesn't work. I've never, ever heard of a person successfully killing himself this way. It's extremely painful and by the time you get to doing the second cut the sight of your own blood spurting everywhere sends up such alarm bells that you find yourself desperately dailing 911 while splattering plasma all over the phone. It's the ultimate in self-aware suicide in that not only can you see yourself dying in vivid splashes of red, but you can feel it. Not recommended. B. Shooting yourself Contrary to popular belief, shooting yourself - even with a shotgun - is not a surefire way to die. More than half of the attempted gun suicides wake up in the hospital, missing a chunk of their brain and usually mute and wheelchair-bound for the rest of their lives. Kurt Cobain could just as easily have wound up blowing off the lower half of his face, laying there on the floor sputtering for thirty hours before the mailman came by and called the cops, Kurt living on as a deformed and inarticulate mask of horror for the rest of his days. I wouldn't go this route. C. Overdose People think one is the most painless, taking dozens of pain pills or whatever, but your body tends to wait until you're unconscious and then vomits them back up. This leaves you alive, sleeping in a puddle of puke, next to your suicide note which, absent a corresponding suicide, will just sound gay. Obviously not the direction you wanted to go. D. Hanging When the Old West used hanging as a method of capital punishment, they had actual experts to do the rig. It's not easy to hang a person quickly and painlessly. What often happens is the neck is broken and you're left to dangle for 30 minutes, twitching and clawing at the rope. Or, the noose breaks and you plunge to the floor, often with a severed upper spinal cord that leaves you a Christopher Reeve paraplegic. This is the last way I would ever try to do it. E. Throwing yourself in front of a speeding train or car Obviously this is the worst possible method, as it forces someone else to commit murder against their will. You know that horror movie Saw? That's what the bad guy in that movie did, forced other people to commit murder. So they actually make horror movies about what you'd be doing here, forcing someone else to live with that horrific memory. No, this one doesn't even deserve discussion. 3. Is the timing right? This is the final question you have to ask yourself. You might feel like a fool if you commited suicide only to find out you had the winning lottery ticket in your pocket (or rather, never find out). 
You have to use your own judgement. I can say that I knew a kid named Brad back when I was in school, an aspiring actor. So at one point Brad sells everything he owns so he can move to Los Angeles to find his fame and fortune.
He gets door after door slammed in his face, until, desperate for money, he takes what I consider to be the worst possible job on Earth. He wore a chicken costume to stand on the sidewalk and advertise for a restaurant called El Pollo Loco. Picture it. You had these dreams in your head of hitting it big and being on movie sets and making out with starlets, and there you are, baking in the California sun in this stifling costume that smells like sweat and farts. Eight hours a day. People making snide comments as they pass. Feeling sorry for you. The humiliation must have burned like snake venom. Sure, he found some success later. But you have to ask yourself, would any success make up for that? Or for what you're going through now? I know Brad asked himself that very thing. 
Now obviously there are things you just can't overcome; some of what you hate will be with you forever. I knew a guy who was the shortest kid in his school - just five feet, two inches tall - and he never got taller. He was a black kid in a white town. And to top it all off, he had this very high, womanly voice and these effeminate gestures that just screamed "gay" every time he walked into a room, blared it like an air raid siren. And he wasn't even gay. When I point out that he lived in the frozen wasteland of rural Minnesota, you can picture how often this guy got the crap kicked out of him by the racists and the homophobes and pretty much everybody else. Should he have considered suicide? After all, he was already at an age when he knew he wasn't going to get any taller or whiter and his voice wasn't going to get any manlier. The kid wound up buying a guitar and, after some practice, recorded an album called Ode To My Pecker, which the record company insisted be changed to... 
...Purple Rain. Life is a tricky thing to predict, that's the problem. Even if you don't have any kind of special talent, you don't know where the ride will to take you. I had an uncle named Jeff, who lived up in the mountains in the Northwest. He was so poor he could barely feed his family. But one day he was out hunting for some food and when he fired his rifle... something black bubbled up from the ground. It was oil. Black gold. Texas tea. Well, the next thing you know, old Jeff's a millionaire. He moved away so I don't know what came of him after that, but you get the idea. Not to say that promises of financial riches are the only thing to keep a man going. A wealthy man once came up to me and offered me $100 million dollars, and said all I had to do was let him chop off my legs and, once a day, ram a lit blowtorch up my ass. I said no, realizing for the first time that, while I didn't have $100 million, I did have something worth more than $100 million to me. Specifically, my legs and an unburnt anus. So if I already own something worth more than $100 million it's silly to worry about the bill collector at the door demanding his few thousand. That's a true story, by the way. The 50% Rule This is a good standard to follow. The average person lives to be about 75 years old. So if you're less than 38 and have more than half of your life left, the odds are that, for instance, the funniest joke you'll ever hear in your life is one you haven't heard yet. It's just statistics. Odds are you also haven't yet... ...met the girl you'll love the most; ...met your best friend; ...heard your favorite album; ...started the best job you'll ever have; ...read the best book; ...seen the best movie or played the coolest video game; ...found the hobby you're most interested in; ...had the best sex; ...had the most original, mind-blowing idea; ...met the dumbest person you'll ever meet; ...or seen the stupidest haircut. You can make your own list. Look around your room, look around your life. If you're less than 38, the sheer odds are that the future holds a more awesome version of everything you see. You've got to weigh all of that shit. You're not really even conscious of your life until age 7 or 8, so to decide it's all bullshit after just ten or fifteen more years is like judging a movie by its poster. Especially if you haven't had sex yet. I want to make a special point of that one. If you're at an age that you haven't had the sex, you definitely want to put off the suicide thing at least until after that. And if you're some kid with bad skin and are scoffing at me, thinking that the pretty girls don't even look at you, I'm going to let you in on one of society's biggest secrets: Girls who look like models are never very good in bed. Don't take my word for it. Ask around. Or, maybe you'll find out for yourself. REVISE YOUR SUICIDE NOTE FIRST. Remember Skyler (or "Scatler" as people came to know her afterwards). Don't do this without a note, one that's clear as to exactly who wronged you and why you felt suicide was the only choice and why your loved ones shouldn't feel guilty for it. Now, obviously you can't judge what you've scrawled while still in a state of suicidal depression. What seems witty and biting will come off bitchy and trite. What seems deep and darkly eloquent will come of as merely goth. Run your note by a friend first. Read it to them over the phone, get feedback. Give them a chance to suggest revisions. The best suicide notes I've read were created by inviting all of the friends over and reading it to them as a group. If you don't have friends or at least any with writing talent, you can call a Suicide Hotline at 1-800-784-2433 and read it to them. They deal with dozens of suicides every day and they know a good note when they hear one. They'll shoot you straight. Take the extra step, it's worth it. You know what you risk otherwise... 
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Only realized halfway through that this was meant to be a joke. Google "suicide methods" and this is what you come up with. I guess I'm probably one of the few people reading this who took it at all seriously. Unfortunate that you did leave out the obvious fact that suicide, overall, is likely to end all of your problems, forever. Sounds pretty good to me.
I didn't think my life could get any worse since the last time that I posted my story here, but it has. I am still crippled, overweight, in debt for over $150,000, unemployed, broke, and I haven't been laid in over 7 years...but now my car has been repossessed and the air conditioner in my parent's house has died so it is over 95 degrees in my room!!! I want to die so bad but I just can't seem to kill myself properly...so far, I have tried overdosing, drowning, choking, suffocating, and starving (to no avail, of course). If anyone has any suggestions on how to do myself in quickly, painlessly, and with as little money as possible, PLEASE share them with me because I can't take any more of this hell.
LOL wow! I just(Jun2) turn 20 and in a 10 month span lost my 2 bestfriends in carwrecks. My grand mother I was going to meet 2 weeks from today for the first time died 3 days after I turn 20. My fiance is reconsidering if he wants to marry me. My parents have always picked thier favorites and I'm not it! I went from 130- 153 lb since i started college and trust me the people that "love" me have No problem telling me how fat I have gotten. In the harshest of ways. I guess the only thing I have is a little school smarts and my 10 yr old sis!
I had planned my note out carefully clearly making sure my babygirl knew I loved her and it wasn't her fault and telling everyone else to go f**k themselves.
but i don't think any person could talk me out of killing myself more than this article has. Well... it didnt change my mind it just really made me laugh and prosponed the thought
i am a therapist and have been for over 15 years. i was looking for potential clean, effective ways to do it if i ever get to the point where i need to, and thats how i ended up here. this artical is priceless (except the initial skyler story, which is over the top)
i lol'ed several times.
thanks for sharing your humor.
I am a suicide prevention counselor and have been for over 30 years. The one thing this article didn't mention is the statistic from what I believe to remember was from the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) from the earliy '80s and which was reassessed in the mid '90s where they consistantly found that people who had 3 children and suicided could expect that 2 of the 3 children of theirs would make a viable attempt to kill themselves and 1 of the children would suicide with similar means by the time they are their parents, who suicided, age. What a wonderful legacy to leave to your children and potentially your grand and great grandchildren. This represents the fact that coping behaviors at least in some part are learned from the parent including using suicide to cope with problems. The more a parent works and fights through the desire to harm themself and reaches out for help the more likely their offspring will seek alternatives to suicide. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Once an individual has suicided (killed themself) there is no chance at changing their destination.
The other thing this article did not meantion is the potential hell that an individual who suicides is placing themselfs in. Again, I believe the Institute for mental health in the late 1970's did a study on pain and perception which they linked to suicide. If a toothache in the middle of the night can make minutes go by as hours, the pain from broken bones in a motor vehicle accident can (and does) make it seem like time has slowed to an almost imperceptable crawl, and the pain of a dying of a heart attack makes minutes seem like days then the last moment of life is the heaven or hell of existance which you will experiance for eternity. This is scary enough for most of us but for the person who shoots themself in the head it means that they, for eternity, will feel the bullet passing through their skull and brains. The person who drives his car into a tree will experiance the crushing pain of the engine of the car breaking their legs and arms and the steering wheel being driven into their chest and preventing their ohearts from beating anymore.
Anyway, these are things that people should think about before they decide to suicide.
Wong, you do good work.
Well, I am intermittently suicidal (literally go back and forth between thinking I can't stand another minute and thinking that everything is just fine, just fine) and I loved this article.
Of course it makes sense. I know it makes sense. The problem is, if you're contemplating suicide, you have a mental illness. So common sense doesn't really come into it.
I'm one of the atheists who doesn't believe in an afterlife, and my cycle of thoughts goes something like: I have a great life, and yet I am in constant pain - pain that feels like unending bereavement, although no one close to me has died for a few years (but damn, didn't that hurt like a bugger?). If I feel this much pain given how great my life is, how can I ever get rid of it? And I've got menopause to look forward to. If I thought things were bad now, they're really going to turn to s**t after that. And then people will keep dying, and dying, and I just can't cope with that. And, once I'm dead, I won't have any awareness anyway, so why spend the next 30 years or so feeling like someone's excavating a hole from my chest?
Then I realise how absolutely insane that is, and that I'm jsut not the sort of person who is going to commit suicide, so I'd better just find a way of being happy. Why not enjoy what I have? Find new things to enjoy? Live for the moment. Explore altruism. Explore hedonism. blah blah. And then it just seems like an exercise, a way of squinting your eyes to blur the edges, and doesn't take away the fundamental problem...
etc.
Anyway, despite my friable brain state, I really loved this article. Of course it's right, I do know it.
Seward
Making a suffering person feel guilty about the pain they may cause their loved ones is vicious, without pity, and self serving
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Seems a tad backwards to me, don't you think?
alright.i've had it. life absolutelly sucks!!!!!!! no job now,no family, no love, not even a damn dog. i can't find f/t work either and about to lose my house/car/etc.....s**t!!! I even tried church, they are just full of hot air. they don't really care when it comes down to it...neither does God. I am kind of chicken about suicide. but who gives a s**t now. I've already planned it anyway. so, here goooeeeessssss...........ouch
This article is the typical third-rate, obligatory, superficial optimism that makes more intelligent and sensitive people want to leave this world. Its viewpoint is both insulting and without humor. Brad Pitt!?!? Prince?!?! Who can imagine the stupidity of a person who would embrace this logic as a reason to go on living. Making a suffering person feel guilty about the pain they may cause their loved ones is vicious, without pity, and self serving. Vulgar articles like this one will continue to keep the epidemic of suicide a taboo, shameful, hidden problem forcing some of the world's best people to live in pain or find hideous ways to escape.
I usually start and when I get halfway to the bottom I decide I don't want to read anymore. Then I started reading this blog and it changed my mind. hmmm....interesting.
this was the first cracked article i read,it is excellent, this is what got me hooked to cracked
Don't commit suicide just say out
loud now Jesus I believe and I receive you in my heart please help me go to leroyjenkins.com for more help
Aww, this is so much better than the other sites and ways of helping people who are thinking about suicide. I felt really bad when I came here and then I started laughing. My boyfriend is like that too, if I'm sad, he always tries to make me laugh. It usually works because once I'm laughing, everything seems a little more straight. :)
Whoops! Does that make me bi-polar(?)...
Okay, you convinced me not to kill myself but, I made the mistake of going to the suicide prevention site and reading up on depression and it's quirks, causes, and cures...now I want to kill myself again(!)...
Good article. However, sometimes people just don't know how to express this type of sadness in a way that would help them overcome it. I just hope people here who are feeling hopeless try to look at the bright side. Yes there always is one. Being alive is a blessing, regardless of your personal beliefs. I've felt hopeless, but if you can get through it, it will likely get better.
wow. this is funny. the only idea keeping me here is that of my family. i would never want the ones i love to have the same feelings i live with. so i will keep them inside. i look forward to the day i am happy. i know i will have to wait for what i really want from this life. nothing worth having comes easily. thanks for the laughs.)
I love the subtle instruction at the end to inadvertantly save yourself.
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I've just re-read this article and have discovered two very important inaccuracies:
1. Sex does not deter you from thoughts of suicide. Or rather, it does - but then when you've had it and can't get it any more (or, at least, not from anyone you'd want to have sex with) - awful stuff. Pining for good sex that is no longer available to you has to be one of the all-time top reasons for wanting to kill yourself (amongst people with suitable mental illnesses)
2. Good-looking women can be good in bed too. I'm pretty hot looking apparently, and have been told that I'm amazing in bed. So there :P