The night before I murdered and scalped the Indian Beyoncé, the band and mal went over to debbi and chillwans house for supper.
Ironically, it was mals last supper, lol. Debbi and Chillwan had been together for almost five years, and recently Chillwan has had an affair with a whore poodle. That's none of our business though so, let's move on to their back yard.
It had a pool, and everyone wanted to go skinny dipping. They're all pretty fucking disgusting, especially Indian Beyoncé.
I wasn't going to do that, ew..so, instead I flirted with forty two year old Filipino over Craigslist. Mahome was getting a lil crazy so, I shut the computer off and headed down stairs to see that mal was swooping his emo hair every time he bobbed up from the water. "What the bloody hell, Indian Harry." I snapped, that was the moment I knew he'd be dead by tomorrow afternoon.
Everyone looked over and me and tried to seduce me into the water, and I said "no." Interesting response, I know.
Eventually they all got out and most of us left. Mal stayed in the tour bus and stank it up like a witch doctor he is, he smelt of pork grinds and honey.
I offered to show him my apple sauce factory, after Kiki had fallen asleep and he agreed to tag along. "So, hey. Have you every seen a shark gun?" I asked radically. "Uh, n-" BOOM! MOTHERFUCKERbsbsbab he was dead, and I killed him.
Like I said in the first chapter, this is NOT a confession. I also have an alibi, I was with the night mal was murdered to prove I didn't do the do.
My alibi is mal, you ain't got nothing on me.
