Die.

I’m going to go over and knock on his door. When he answers, I’ll hand him a knife, tell him I’m going to kill him and then beat the fuck out of him until every bone is broken. At which time, I’m going to take the knife I gave him back, and cut him into small pieces as he suffers the last few minutes of his life. I’m going to mail all the parts except the head to his family and friends. The head I will use for talking to the insurance company once I burn down his house.

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Wednesday, August 17th, 2005 1:33 pm Eggo Estates

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