The dregs

First, a bit of the ole succinylcholine to permit one to work without, ah, annoying distractions, then... a three foot catheter threaded directly into the inferior vena cava -- or, superior vena cava. It's a matter of taste, I think, don't you? Then the tube moves through the vein, under the crease of the arm, into the vein that leads directly into the heart, and then, you just hold up the legs and you SQUEEZE the blood manually into the tube from the arms and the legs. There's a little shaking and pounding at the end for the dregs -- it isn't perfect, there's a little blood left I'm afraid. BUT, regardless, the overall effect is astonishing! And isn't that REALLY what counts in the end? Yes, of course, GOOD SHOW BIZ, Lieutenant, the EFFECT! And then, off comes the head without spilling one single drop of blood. Now I call that SHOWMANSHIP, Lieutenant!

Stabbing you is easy cuz your beautiful

How many times does a hooker have to be stabbed before racial considerations are forgotten? All the good white hookers have already been killed in my area, so I'm thinking maybe the Indian or Korean fuck machines will be next. Still when you are stabbing in such an ethnically diverse area I think such matters become pertinent. Don't you?

Alcohol

Drinking alcohol is akin to taking a shower for the mind. You know after a hard day sometimes the best thing is to do is to take a long hot shower to wash away the stress and filth of the day? Yeah, well for me alcohol does the same thing for me except it does it for my brain. It washes all the crap off and cleans it thoroughly for the next day. Sure I don't always step out of my mind shower feeling fresh as a spring meadow but fuck it, you only live once and you only have one liver to fuck up so go for broke! My dad always said anything worth doing is worth doing well and that is exactly what I intend to do.

Fuck en A dad!

I'm a man of my word

WTF?

Pennywise's child is going to devour your soul you poor wretch!

Gello, gellno

Is it proper etiquette to memorialize someone on myspace? Even if the deceased was a total guido? I mean come on the guy slammed his camaro in to a light pole? You can't make shit up like this, if I sat down and drank Little Kings until I vomited on myself I couldn't pretend to write a story half as entertaining as this. Are you friggin kidding me with the whole Jersey wind tunnel tested hair do and handbag guide book dangling out of your back pocket? I mean shit I'm as sorry as the next guy that dude died but damn sometimes you have to think maybe Darwin got it right. I dunno maybe I'm way off base here and it's a modern tragedy.