Gonna help Wolf with Sues cat house. Fun.

Also get to help Lori and Craig by building them a mini coffin for the ashes of Scooter.

What a fucked up planet of death.

Speaking of death. Are you prepared to die?

Not talking about getting raped, stabbed and beheaded by those peace loving Hamas thugs. Also not talking about getting killed by Agent Barton. (oh how they would love to kill creatures such as myself) I’m talking about the day your heart stops beating for whatever reason is in store for you.

So lets cut to the point.

“How about you cut your throat and get it over with?”

Bad idea parasite. You cut the head off a monster, two more grow back in replacement.

“Okay, then why not just jump in a lake encased in concrete and drown?”

What’s wrong with you parasite? A dolphin make fun of you?

“No…Uh…no…Ah… Fuck you.”

Exactly parasite, exactly. Anyway, imagine you just died. (Sorry Bob, you just gasped and keeled over while thinking of young boys. i can hear the tormented screams from here)

You’re dead. Your body is cooling. Sure, some twitching and your bowels voided because you were full of shit, but you’re dead.

So. What’s next? Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Nothing?

Wanna know a secret?

(looking left. looking right.”

You were already dead. You’ve been dead a long time you just thought you were alive. What fun!

Time travel does have it’s benefits. Also haunting yourself when you’re a child is an enlightened experience.

So, you’re basically haunting a ‘living’ version of yourself as you wait to die.

As for what happens when you ‘die’ ask Bob who just died while thinking of young boys he raped while alive. Not pleasant what he is currently experiencing.

Now for the 74, no, 102 babies just aborted while writing this crap, what they are currently experiencing is the true love of God.

Take time and live a good life. Haunt the shit out of yourself when dead. And remember, chocolate donuts are worth dying for.