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WhoaitsZ · 09-27-2003, 07:50 PM

i feel very tired but wantedt o make wrki grin so here ya go. sorry if it's not very funny but alas i am fucking exchausted.

who should i kill next?

Dear Mrs Wrkime

I regret to tell you that you’re whacko husband no longer exists on this level on consciousness. He had a very unfortunate accident having to do with a jelly donut and Ms. Bobbit.

He went to work today (I know cuz I was stalking him) and seemed a bit fidgety. This struck me odd. I then realized I was stalking a geek married guy in his mid years. I realized maybe he wasn’t the odd one. . . anyhow. I was worried, so naturally, I went and found some crack. Grade A, this stuff, it just looked kinda. . . odd. . . but, ya know, there is no such thing as ‘bad crack’. So I put it in his tobacco.

Why do you keep interrupting me? Quiet!

. . .are you there?

…. I’m so confused… where was i?

oh yes. . the orgy. Uh.. crack

I figured since he didn’t ever smoke I’d put it in the chaw. It felt good to do a good deed. So good, in fact, that I also put some tar heroin in with it. I am daddy’s good little boy!

So he dipped… looked at a pink unicorn that was under his car, blinked, then went back to work. (I tried the smack, too! Ha ha!)

So anyhow, how is Bob doing?

… back to the unicorn.

Your husband took a coffee break and walked to a near by donut shop. I went inside, too. He looked kind of sick. It was hard to see how anyone could feel bad in a donut slash sex shop!

I decided I’d talk to him, but I felt like Santa Claus; you know, giving him gifts! So I got out of my wheelchair and walked over. His face was so shocked! I guess my shirt with Z and the infinitly popular www.whoaitsz.com site hat threw my cover!

He said ‘am I dreaming?’. I said ‘yes, ha ha’. He said ‘I hope these donuts are fresh.’ And I noticed that his normal pasty whiteness was um whiter.

He looked at me odd, like a guy preparing to give a passionate kiss or rob someone. Strange days. . .

Um… are you real?

So he asked me if I was in his dream why wasn’t I naked except for a pink tutu. I told him, obviously, pink wasn’t for me. He seemed to dwell on this and said ‘okay’.

So I asked him if he felt better. I asked him if sugar made him feel bad. Being wrkime, the guy with never ending desire to let people know he has to pee or poo, he said it made him poo a lot.

I told him I didn’t like that image. He told me he didn’t ask to be going crazy. I thought, ‘fair enough’.

He then got up and jabed himself in the crotch with a crucifix like in the exorcist. I thought, okay, he is flakey.

He then stopped and told me he was going to a place where everybody was 13 year old boys and he. . skipped. . into the wall and yelled ‘I will have a pornsite if I damn well wish, bitch! Fuck you and your donut.’

Ten or so minutes later he quit shaking and siezuring. Well. He still shook, but his pulse was gone. He was dead! Just like wrkime, though, he haaaaad to do something over the top; he siezured again. Well now I figure, jees, this is taking too long. I had an appointment with bones to discuss our hamsters on wheels project. So. . . I shot him in the spine. It worked. I left.

Ha ha. He is so silly!

Your pal – Z!

ha ha!

09-27-2003, 07:50 PM	#11 (permalink)
WhoaitsZ Crazy Location: right behind you...	i feel very tired but wantedt o make wrki grin so here ya go. sorry if it's not very funny but alas i am fucking exchausted. who should i kill next? Dear Mrs Wrkime I regret to tell you that you’re whacko husband no longer exists on this level on consciousness. He had a very unfortunate accident having to do with a jelly donut and Ms. Bobbit. He went to work today (I know cuz I was stalking him) and seemed a bit fidgety. This struck me odd. I then realized I was stalking a geek married guy in his mid years. I realized maybe he wasn’t the odd one. . . anyhow. I was worried, so naturally, I went and found some crack. Grade A, this stuff, it just looked kinda. . . odd. . . but, ya know, there is no such thing as ‘bad crack’. So I put it in his tobacco. Why do you keep interrupting me? Quiet! . . .are you there? …. I’m so confused… where was i? oh yes. . the orgy. Uh.. crack I figured since he didn’t ever smoke I’d put it in the chaw. It felt good to do a good deed. So good, in fact, that I also put some tar heroin in with it. I am daddy’s good little boy! So he dipped… looked at a pink unicorn that was under his car, blinked, then went back to work. (I tried the smack, too! Ha ha!) So anyhow, how is Bob doing? … back to the unicorn. Your husband took a coffee break and walked to a near by donut shop. I went inside, too. He looked kind of sick. It was hard to see how anyone could feel bad in a donut slash sex shop! I decided I’d talk to him, but I felt like Santa Claus; you know, giving him gifts! So I got out of my wheelchair and walked over. His face was so shocked! I guess my shirt with Z and the infinitly popular www.whoaitsz.com site hat threw my cover! He said ‘am I dreaming?’. I said ‘yes, ha ha’. He said ‘I hope these donuts are fresh.’ And I noticed that his normal pasty whiteness was um whiter. He looked at me odd, like a guy preparing to give a passionate kiss or rob someone. Strange days. . . Um… are you real? So he asked me if I was in his dream why wasn’t I naked except for a pink tutu. I told him, obviously, pink wasn’t for me. He seemed to dwell on this and said ‘okay’. So I asked him if he felt better. I asked him if sugar made him feel bad. Being wrkime, the guy with never ending desire to let people know he has to pee or poo, he said it made him poo a lot. I told him I didn’t like that image. He told me he didn’t ask to be going crazy. I thought, ‘fair enough’. He then got up and jabed himself in the crotch with a crucifix like in the exorcist. I thought, okay, he is flakey. He then stopped and told me he was going to a place where everybody was 13 year old boys and he. . skipped. . into the wall and yelled ‘I will have a pornsite if I damn well wish, bitch! Fuck you and your donut.’ Ten or so minutes later he quit shaking and siezuring. Well. He still shook, but his pulse was gone. He was dead! Just like wrkime, though, he haaaaad to do something over the top; he siezured again. Well now I figure, jees, this is taking too long. I had an appointment with bones to discuss our hamsters on wheels project. So. . . I shot him in the spine. It worked. I left. Ha ha. He is so silly! Your pal – Z! ha ha!