In 1968 Lennon and McCartney famously asked, “Hey, Bungalow Bill, what did you kill, Bungalow Bill, hey, Bungalow Bill, what did you kill, Bungalow Bill?” Not getting a straight answer, they had to repeat the question several times, until they eventually gave up after three minutes and 13 seconds.

But they didn’t have the Internet, did they? We asked the blogosphere, “What did you kill?” and got more answers than we could count, in under two seconds!

Marky Mark answered,

i killed my hair! :O

and he’s got the photos to prove it.

Useless Information Man’s only regret is that he lost his recording of “Ramen, Ramen.”

I lost my copy of it when I lost my tapes, when I killed my car in (say it with me now) Danville, Pennsylvania. But I remember it darn well, and wish I could describe the vocal melody in some meaningful way.

But he does manage to reproduce all of the lyrics to this cherished ditty.

Anjan poses a conundrum:

The Question: My mother died and at her funeral I saw this handsome guy among the guests who attended. Even the strong current of sorrow after losing the hands that cuddled me twenty long years that was flowing in my viens could not stop me from falling in love with him. After a year I killed my twin sister. Why do you think I did that?

If you know the answer, please tell him. (Yes, him. Anjan is a guy in Germany.)

Andi killed her optical organs:

so today i stayed in bed till about 4 today. not because i was sick, but because i killed my eyes.

Xena ran over our hearts when she admitted:

i killed my own pet cat!!!!!! *screams in horror* poor stripes, poor poor poor poor little cat!!!!

Melon (who should consider giving up unsupervised chionging) writes to say:

i killed my leg tday; fell down the stairs while chionging for recess? i feel pathetically ridiculous. its probably the worst day of my life; i’ve said that line many times.

We were unable to reach Allie, because…

I killed my email. All I was doing was changing my password, and somehow that killed the whole f—ing account. The program won’t launch at all.

Eddy’s mismanagement of imaginary persons yielded tragicomic results:

Omgosh I killed my Sims family … the oven caught fire. Of course I was thinking, “eh, the emergency people will be here.” But they didn’t come. Then the fire started spreading and I swear I was horrified. I realised I had forgotten to purchase a smoke detector. Then the girl came home and I made her walk JUST into the front entrance area so that she could freak out and maybe call the emergency people but she kept freaking out for so long the phone burned. Then I tried making her move OUT of the house cuz the fire had spread from the kitchen, destroyed the living room and was going to her bedroom. Then SHE caught on fire and started screaming and … she wouldn’t MOVE like I told her too. The stupid idiot stayed in the house. So yeah … she burnt to ashes and the father came home and started sobbing…

That’s when Eddy exited, silently.

Rae was seeking advice. Bad advice…

I killed my good friends lizard. My friend patrick is going to school in Grenada and has trusted me to care for his pet bearded dragon since i have owned them in the past and would know how to care for him. well he’s dead. i killed him with poisonous gasses, on accident of course. Pat had Troy Oleary for 8 years and I had him for one before killing him; how do i break the news to him gently?

And she got it. The worst advice came from “keithbuff”:

What you do is buy a hamster, spraypaint it green and tell him that his lizard turned into a hamster. He probably won’t believe it, so put together a website (make it really professional looking and call it www.beardeddragonsturnintohamsters.com) talking about this crazy chinese flu that turns lizards into hamsters. He’ll be like “OMG I CANT BELIEVE IT” and you’ll get away with it and he’ll never know.