He Got Himself A Trophy!

.Truly bloodthirsty—I imagine this at the top of the pyramid at Chichén Itzá.

Just imagine this parasite walking and singing right outside your front door; I would simply grab a heavy iron bar and—without a second thought or a shred of remorse—drive it into his skull with infinite fury until I smashed it to pieces.

What’s that red stuff coming out of his neck all over his body????

Have they got knife sharpeners now then?

They say hearing is the last sense to go; it was torture to hear that terrible, off-key voice singing and that horrible song.

One way to get ahead in life

Albert Camus's principles of ethics: God is dead, life is absurd and there are no rules

Like a bunch of morons.

The blood flowing down so beautifully turned his outfit into red latex. And the joy of a job well done.

Bet that head still could give some good head

good thing the victim was alive, otherwise it really only wouldve been a participation trophy

MH

That’s going to look great on the mantle.

Ha! Fake!

Ha! Frist!

Just one aspirin and he will be good as new

See how easy it is with a good sharp knife? So many just kack and saw with a blade that wouldn’t slice through butter.