I killed my son last night

[Dracula]

It was time.

You just know it, when it's time to kill a loved one.

Truth is, Al had been dead for about a hundred or so years. His mother was a hot-ass little bitch, the daughter of a cotton plantation owner.

Al was conceived behind the slave barracks of his mother's plantation around midnight. I was going to kill her, but one of those damn negroes came at me with a cross made of switches, and I had to run. His mother disappeared and from what I understand, was turned herself by Al years later.

Anyway, I'd had enough of Al. The tip of the stake was when he popped up here, repeating his mewly-mouthed begging for child support.

Here's the after photo.

I took Al out for some action the night before. Found a few whores beforehand and pumped 'em full of garlic extract. Al started coughing up blood and then I ran him through with a pool cue. I cut out his heart, burned him, and then snapped the necks of the whores.

All told, took about two hours. Not a bad night.

Anyway, to any of Al's friends here, hey, sorry, I know you'll miss the kid, but that's the breaks.

 

[Sarek]

I grilled some chicken last night and then settled down with the kids to watch a movie.

I suspect I might have scratched my ass sometime during the evening too, but can't remember if I did or not.

 

[Archibald Nixon]

I clipped my nails. One of them flew across the room and the cat ate it.

 

[Starship Coyote]

I'm not sure where I was last night.

 

[Dracula]

^^^I am.

 

[FBI parte due]

I clipped my nails. One of them flew across the room and the cat ate it.

That can't be good for your cat's stomach lining or intestines.

 

[Kitty]

If Al was even half as lame as that story, then Im glad hes dead.

 

[Kitty]

Your should hear my story related to this topic

 

[Archibald Nixon]

That can't be good for your cat's stomach lining or intestines.

Probably not, but maybe the cockroach he ate this morning will mitigate the ill effects.

 

[Lord Raffles]

It was time.

You just know it, when it's time to kill a loved one.

Truth is, Al had been dead for about a hundred or so years. His mother was a hot-ass little bitch, the daughter of a cotton plantation owner.

Al was conceived behind the slave barracks of his mother's plantation around midnight. I was going to kill her, but one of those damn negroes came at me with a cross made of switches, and I had to run. His mother disappeared and from what I understand, was turned herself by Al years later.

Anyway, I'd had enough of Al. The tip of the stake was when he popped up here, repeating his mewly-mouthed begging for child support.

Here's the after photo.

I took Al out for some action the night before. Found a few whores beforehand and pumped 'em full of garlic extract. Al started coughing up blood and then I ran him through with a pool cue. I cut out his heart, burned him, and then snapped the necks of the whores.

All told, took about two hours. Not a bad night.

Anyway, to any of Al's friends here, hey, sorry, I know you'll miss the kid, but that's the breaks.

Oh do get a clue.

 

[Dershocka]

Last night I beat off in the shower.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Last night I dflj;ghadfCOCKNPUSSY;asfkdjg;!

 

[Kitty]

last night I hfgfgfgfgfgfgfgfgfgjuilgkuyhuy

hey! mindless spammin is easy

 

[J&L Massacres]

Last night I beat off in the shower.

Wow. Is this what you do when you get home from working at the mill? You log onto forums and post useless jabber in order to hopfully attract someone? Pathetic. I got an idea. Do a wikipedia search on "a life". See if you have the capability of handling one of those.

 

[Dershocka]

The mill?

 

[J&L Massacres]

The mill?

Alright. I'll have to admit, I was laughing my ass off at your responce to my post, till you posted your comment on it. Then my laughing turned into a "hmmm".

 

[J&L Massacres]

Don't we all at least once?

 

[Dershocka]

Not yet.

 

[J&L Massacres]

Too bad.

 

[The Dork Lord]

hey! mindless spammin is easy

Sure is...