Oh, life. I've heard of that. Wish I could have seen you guys. Soon!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Soon. You too have a life. Yours just happens to be more finely focused than mine. Mine's more of the navel gazey variety these days.
AND, now I'm having computer issues. I need someone who is switching keyboards back and forth between to mac and PCs to help me because when I'm in mac mode.... well. nevermind. See my point. my life? navel gazey.
He did dispose of them frequently. But he often took heads back home, and always went back to enjoy the rotting bodies.
Are we sure Bundy wasn't a zombie?
Okay. The next thing you develop should be about baby kitties who catch rainbows. I worry.
Also, nice tag. Feel dee rhythm.
He did dispose of them frequently. But he often took heads back home, and always went back to enjoy the rotting bodies.
Gary Ridgeway did the latter, too. Maybe it's something about the region.
I don't get the enjoying of the rotting corpses. Don't they stink really bad?
Allyson tells me that the tags are from
Strictly Ballroom.
Another in the list of millions of movie references I don't get.
I don't get the enjoying of the rotting corpses. Don't they stink really bad?
You'd think. Yet it seems to be a popular side project among serial killers.
I wonder what the fascination is. But, if you have theories, please don't tell me.
My brother has the best whackjob killer stories. The dude who gutted his wife and strung her innards on stakes in the back yard "because she overcooked the spaghetti" is in his prison.