Fornits
Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Anonymous on July 22, 2005, 12:48:00 AM
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I just watched someone die by my knife. It was fun. I'll do one everyday that you smoke TBPITW. I got alot of ketchin up to do.
Ketch 'em and Kill 'em.
This post is for entertainment purposes only. Noone has actually died or been murdered, although they probably should be...and by my hands no less. Future posts relating to this post are also for entertainment purposes only. So let me come and kill you, I figure eventually, if I kill at least two or more a day, I'll get to you.
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Someone was watching, had to kill them, too. That makes two kills in one minute. This is good fun. TBKITW. The best killer in the world, right here.
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Dear Animals,
I just took a hit off a bowl. YOu hink you can bully me aorudn well you're wrong. i'm smokin ganja weed in the face in the us gvt and in the face of you. come and get me, bitch. Don't say you're gonna do somethin thn not do ut and claim it sall just entertaining" [/endquote]
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Talking ot yourself,a gon Animls?
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Yes, he/I/we is/am/are . (jab) :lol:
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Just killed two more folks, got a barrel an' stuffed both 'em innit and rolled 'em bitchs down sum hill down near a river. Yeehaw. I'll catch up to TBPITW yet! Comin for ya, shirley.
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I met a chick at a bar and cut her body into pieces. I was throwing body parts off a bridge until the police caught me....but I killed the cops and took off, so that makes three for me!
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Your weed must really suck.
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Heells Yeah!
To one up you I went down to my local cop shop and turned it into a cutting factory with only a switchblade and some dull cardboard slivers. Man, cops love to whine when they are not in control. Killed me seven of these Cali cops before more piled on top of me and I push em all back Wolverine style just w/ my sliverboards and a knife. That makes 42 of the TBDITW! Pot is for those w/o ambition. Killing is much more fun. Oh, and the money I made after a hard day's work of picking pockets from those I killed wasn't so bad either. Hard day's work pays off. Weed is boring. You're next, slacker.
But I heard that only one of those cops actually died in the newspapers, the rest just lost limbs and extremities. I'm up to five now. Cop Killer.
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Losers who smoke weed and take up space on this planet just waiting to die and spend money to put yourself in the ground to pollute the earth more; give me your address. I'll stop by. Oh, and ones that post anonymously, give me your address too, your time has come to die. Lotsa trolls here, especially that pathetic moron who says they smoke TBPITW, gotta kill you. You won't mind since all you do is smoke out. Hey, I'll off ya while you're high as hell. You won't mind. It'll feel great. Where's that piece o' shit Kpickle, and that other raggabag Carmel with the hole the size of TX? And all the other trolls like them who post here? Let's get to killing you. You won't do it yourself, I'm glad to help ...give me your address. I want to increase my killing numbers. Thanks.
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Animals, you are a fucking dipshit. The best part of you ran down your momma's leg 4o years ago. Do the world a favor and off yourself. Obviously the meds ain't working. Bring your pussy ass knife around and I'll demonstrate the quality of Sturm&Ruger's fine products. Oh yeah, I'm high on TBPITW.
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I'm not sure who you think I am, and you're too pussy to give me your address. If you want me to come around...post your address here and I'll stop by. It'll be funny watching you kill yourself, girl. I used to watch some of the girls bring guns to school. You were never one of those, you sound like a fucking panzy pacifist. So yeah, just post your address. I'll watch as you kill yourself. So, your meds aren't working and you feel like the best part of you ran down your mother's leg when you were born a hella long time ago? Yep. Sad case. Thanks for posting that, you won't admit that you want to kill yourself. Hey, I understand. Go ahead. I give you permission to kill yourself, you don't have to let anyone know. You can make fun of fake people all you like, its okay. And, when you die I won't even ask for any money for the perfect advice I've given for such a run down your mom's leg. So, what was the address again, honeypie?
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You keep boasting about the BPITW, that's a lie. You aint' got shit more than some stank weed probly outta your back yard. That shit still ain't working. Kill yourself.
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Just got home. Had to kill my neighbor down the way. He's a spic. Don't like spics except when they give money. Gonna do His neighbor next. It was fun watching a non english person looking surprise as I killed them for no damm good reason. I took some shit from their apt. Some food; made a sandwhich. I took some television sets that I'll pawn in another state. Took some pictures I'll jack off to later. I may have to kill this fat spic's wife later on tonite when she gets home from shagging my good friend. Up to 6 now.
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I'm hangin out down here in VA slurping a beer on my new jalopy of a downstairs patio. I made it myself actually, with the help of some drunk homeless guys. This fucking black guy walks by and smiled at me quite nicely. What the hell is your problem buddy, I replied. He asked me how I was doin, I guess he didn't hear what I'd said past my shit eating grin. He didn't know what was comin plus I guess he'd never been exposed to the myths about racism and 'blacks and whites', a real naive blackey.
I wip out the sawed off with the loose trigger and blast the motherfucker in his rotten teeth. I don't think he'll be smiling anytime soon. If he does smile noone will see it six feet under. Good riddance my kind and daily compadre'; you will go down in history as Number 7. Peace and thanks for the smiley kill. Another of the BDITW.
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Jesus Christ on a Broken crutch! If I didn't have kids to consider, I often think I'd be living like a hermit waaaaaaaay up some unnamed holler. Thanks for the affirmation, guys.
An Animated Cartoon Theology:
1. People are animals.
2. The body is mortal and subject to incredible pain.
3. Life is antagonistic to the living.
4. The flesh can be sawed, crushed, frozen, stretched, burned, bombed, and plucked for music.
5. The dumb are abused by the smart and the smart destroyed by their own cunning.
6. The small are tortured by the large and the large destroyed by their own momentum.
7. We are able to walk on air, but only as long as our illusion supports us.
-- E. L. Doctorow "The Book of Daniel"
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I don't have your address Antikill, but if I did...I'd make you number 8. I'm looking for number 8 today. I was doing some surfin on the net last nite and came across some fucking religious 'laying-on-of-hands' group near my home town here. Some ancient religious crap symbols from Egypt or Japan or some bullshit like that is gettin them in touch with the cosmos or at least taking money from those in need. I think this group of 29, if they're all still employed by this group, would make a great addition to my TBDITW numbers. I'm sorta low right now and need to boost up those numbers. I may stop by and pay them a sweet little visit with some form of gas or whatnot and hose & pump. I bet those sort of 'believers' would approve of death by god. Dress-up is never out done. For now I see this old lady trying to cross my street here, the stupid bitch. She's number 8. Later...
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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.
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hmm...
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did you ever see that movie ghost dog