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BIG BOUNCING BREASTS MADE ME A SERIAL KILLER (standard:humor, 1056 words) | |||
Author: Danny Zil | Added: May 05 2009 | Views/Reads: 4242/2292 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This guy's work happens to be taking care of dead people....and he happens to like contributing a few bodies himself! | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Of course Uncle Buxton had mocked me as I constructed the trap which I told him was for catching mice. He threw back his large head and laughed. I could almost see up to his brain. I would. Later. “You'll never catch a mouse in that!” he scoffed. ‘Correct,' I thought. ‘That's because it's not for mice.' “In fact you'll never catch anything in it!” ‘Oh yes I will,' I thought. ‘Your fucking ugly wife.' Six o'clock chimed and Uncle Buxton waddled through to the sitting room to commence his nightly drinking session and poured himself a large brandy from the decanter. As I knew he would. As I knew he would not taste the Rohypnol. Time to lay out the large slice of strawberry cheesecake in the box for grotesque Grace. With the trap concealed underneath it and hooked to the table. She would be down soon to stuff her face before joining Buxton for the evening drinking session. I know strawberry cheesecake is her favourite and she won't be able to resist it. I'll just slip along to the morgue now and collect the electric hoist for transporting bloated Buxton. When I returned to the sitting room, he was slumped and drooling but still awake. I hoisted him aloft and grinned at him. When I lay him out on the embalming table, I think I'll say to him, “There's something I want to dissect with you, Uncle Buxton,” as I slowly and patiently expose his entrails to him. “Look - here's your stomach. Time to get acquainted with the busiest organ in your body!” But wait! I hear Aunt Grace coming downstairs and heading for the kitchen...she sees the cheesecake...she reaches into the box to pick it up...and CLANG! and SCREAM! Ah yes, her hand is well trapped. I've caught a mouse! A big fat ugly mouse! I'll come back and deal with her later. When it gets dark, I'll load the two of them into their car and drive to that dangerous downhill bend that's nearby. They'll go through the guardrail and crash to the bottom of the hill. Both will be killed in a tragic accident. Both terribly mutilated and burned. I'll weep when the news is broken to me. I was relaxing at a café in town a month later having coffee and watching people go by. And who did I spy? Why that bastard who made my life a misery in High School with his constant bullying. I sipped my coffee and watched as he strolled along without a care in the world. He doesn't know it yet but oh the plans I have for him! Tweet
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