I haven’t done much killing in the last 10 years or so, but when I was a teenager I slaughtered millions multiple times a day and stuffed them into small sacks and buried them in the trash. My drive to kill has slowed down significantly.
My mom thought the washing machine was eating those little sacks.
My son, gross little bastard, he’d stuff them in places he expected no one to look. Like, bud, we gonna clean that far flung corner eventually.
I had to have a talk with him. You gonna murder millions? You gotta do it like Dennis Nilsen. If you can’t do it like Nilsen, you at least need to do like your old man and put that nasty shit in the trash. :p
I haven’t done much killing in the last 10 years or so, but when I was a teenager I slaughtered millions multiple times a day and stuffed them into small sacks and buried them in the trash. My drive to kill has slowed down significantly.
My mom thought the washing machine was eating those little sacks.
She knew.
Haha, I’m sure she did.
My son, gross little bastard, he’d stuff them in places he expected no one to look. Like, bud, we gonna clean that far flung corner eventually.
I had to have a talk with him. You gonna murder millions? You gotta do it like Dennis Nilsen. If you can’t do it like Nilsen, you at least need to do like your old man and put that nasty shit in the trash. :p