SHIP SHIP MCGIPP THE 4300!!

Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy. She was a sweet and happy thing. Her eyes were bright blue jewels. And we were married in the spring. I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring, or what life had in store.

But all things move toward their end. All things move toward their their end. On that you can be sure.

Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping and for many days to follow. She grew so sad and lonely. Became Joy in name only. Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow and a dark and grim force set sail. Farewell happy fields where joy forever dwells.

TR?

Epic story.

I'm going to bed.

Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition? As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night. Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife. Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention! Well, could it be? How often I've asked that question. Well, then in quick succession we had babies, one, two, three. We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly. They were their mother's children. Their eyes were bright blue jewels. And they were quiet as a mouse. There was no laughter in the house. No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly. "No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy." Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home.. I was visiting a sick friend. I was a doctor then. Joy and the girls were on their own .

Joy had been bound with electrical tape. In her mouth a gag. She'd been stabbed repeatedly and stuffed into a sleeping bag. In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives. Method of murder much the same as my wife's. Method of murder much the same as my wife's.

It was midnight when I arrived home. Said to the police on the telephone someone's taken four innocent lives. They never caught the man. He's still on the loose. It seems he has done many many more.

Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood. The police are investigating at tremendous cost. In my house he wrote "his red right hand". That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost.

The wind round here gets wicked cold but my story is nearly told. I fear the morning will bring quite a frost and so I've left my home. I drift from land to land. I am upon your step and you are a family man. Outside the vultures wheel. The wolves howl, the serpents hiss.

And to extend this small favour, friend. Would be the sum of earthly bliss. Do you reckon me a friend? The sun to me is dark and silent as the moon. Do you, sir, have a room? Are you beckoning me in?

i think the miracle whip is diebitter

bump

dk, why are you slacking in this thread? The Mayo seems to be the only one capable of poasting 300x a day. Thoughts?

are you calling me out

Mayo, I don't like the av. TubaSteve has it and too many other 2+2ers have alizee. Need something more distinctive imo

ill make 500 posts today

dk,

Yes but I love your avatar

prop bet?

lol brady

No, I predict you will come up a little short

actually ill poast until i get to 5555 then stop for today

Hmm no prop bet, I don't doubt your poasting abilities and that would give you entirely too much incentive