After offing the old hag hobbling across the street last nite, I got into a groove and happened by the old person's home just down the street. I guess they say you never go far from home or some shit like that, right? I got in a good 30 or 40 folks including some visiting families and children, some really needy old folks who looked ready for the big ride anyways. Disgruntled staff members who were not happy to be cleaning old fart poops and junk like that. Hey, nobody is ever really gonna miss some old people with their outdates dogmas and fakey opinions about who we're supposed to be underlying their fear of death.
Maybe I'll up this one a bit and go knock out some of the med companies that are keeping zombies alive for WAY too long. So, I'm up to 48 now or 'round about there. Let me come and talk to you. We'll have lunch and discuss your family needs. In the meantime, I think that people who sit around and analyze other people's writing styles should be killed off too. Those are the kind of inhumans who really have nothing better to do with themselves than to sniff other's asses all day, they're just waiting to die. If you are one of those nerds, I want to talk to you in person. Thanks. If you see Satan, tell him I want his notch on my belt, too. Thanks again.
Oh. I forgot to describe the methods of death at the old biddy's home today. I did rake in several dollars in cash. To be safe I am going to Canada next week so I'll be taking all the jewelry up there to pawn. I found some new looking vehicles that I got off the lot real quick. I think if I work it right I can probably get in a real good price for them out of state and some scratching at the VIN numbers. Two of the elderly people, one husband and his wife, actually died of fright when they saw my shotgun. I got bored with this weapon when I saw one old man who was building model ships. He had a hand powered Dremel(tm) that I used to quickly drill holes in people's skulls. That got messy so I had to ditch that. For awhile I just used a cane I found, wooden and quite useless...but the sounds it made were quite tasty. Some of the bats tried to ban together in the kitchen and dietary areas. Somehow this is when I realized there should be WAY more people in this hospital than there are now. As the old bats were huddling and planning and looking at me through their medicated faces, I ran swiftish to the front room and found the weekly and monthly planners. Yep.
Sure enough, it was vacation month. Back at the kitchen I started chucking the remaining 13 biddys into the dietary washing line for dishes. Down toward the sink area where their soft skin peeled off of their lifeless bones. Most of them let out no whine or whimper at all. Another triumph. Much better than the BPITW, a really useless and boring thing to do, that parsley.
When I got back home I couldn't wash some of the chunks of blood offa me. I'll be in the shower for a few times before this shit comes off. At least that's one less overpopulated property we won't have to worry about. When the others come back from vacation I don't think they'll go back on the property if they know what is good for them.
