Recently, I've attempted murder again. I say attempted because my victim got away, this is the first time ones ever gotten away and I need that ass now. Speaking of ass, I've bitten a chunk out of one before and it may or may not of been my grandma sues. It was a nice ass, but the taste was putrid and I think she had haemorrhoids and worms, anyway; let's not get into that right now.
I kind of want to talk about my first kill just so you all can get to know me and hopefully you can relate to it.
When I was eleven years old, I bought a stripper. Not a high class stripper, for actors or athletes, just a cheap stripper from my beat up old town in Africa, niger.
She was getting real close and I didn't have money to pay for it so, I bit her boob off and she bled to death, slowly.
Actually, i don't think that was my first kill. I distinctly remember killing the hermit who live by the ocean in Africa, slowly with a toe nail of mine because it was a hopeless place there.
Where was I supposed to get toe nail clippers?
Basically, I stabbed him to death with my big toe nail and I belibe there is still some blood under that thing.
Sometimes I still think of that white women's boob.
But, not in a sexual way.
