He looks like what began as a fun night of dropping acid with the boys, is about to turn really ugly when someone notices his head has grown a cake.
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It's a sick game. We psychoanalyze people in pictures. We make up their backstories. And we have a lot of fun doing it.
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He's all "forked" up !
Juan Carlos was about to do Seven months of hard time in San Quentin and he knew, he was a pretty pretty bitch, every night he rubbed and twirled his nipples in the mirror and told himself this. But now he was terrified that Big Bubba and Tyrone were going to be "standing" behind him confirming this awful truth every night after lights out. So he is going to try to pass this off as a hair style so he can walk past security with these "shanks" in possesion.I knew I should'nt have stolen that preparation H, He muttered to himself, but I guess I am going to really need it now, isn't it ironic! dont ya think!
He looks like he mistook his hair for spagetti.
Mr. 'C' was one day trying to get some from some girls he met at a movie... After a while Cindy thought he was ok and decided to spend a little time with him. After about 2 hours he realized he was gay and was never gonna get forked... So.... He decided to fork himself... Sad to say.. This is how it ended...
Clearly, this is a man who has quite narrowly escaped the icy grip of zombies.
What? These aren't the newest trend in college hair style? My girl friend would never lie to me!
So glad you're back. I was waiting for more pics after that kid at the party.
Cheers
W.T.F that is no f'n pretty bitsh that is probably the most ugly thing i have ever seen in my life well its not that bad but cumm on who in their right mind would ever think that was funny not me!!!!
He looks so life like. James Charles Thorten could really admire this one. His fifth victim and only his second "project".
When he began killing the men who reminded him of his own homosexuality and his fathers abuse he merely snuck up behind them, injecting them with a muscle relaxant he procured from the hospital he often found himself at during his job as a paramedic. Once helpless he would transport them, in his well kept 1998 ford tempest, to his brownstone apartment. There he would gaze at them, the sexual excitement from capturing them building with rage as he began to hate their helplessness before him. Then he would explode with a hammer, attacking them using both claw and anvil, blinded by emotional release and often the physical release of orgasm . Destroying them by smashing and clawing at first their eyes and then genitals. Finally overcome by the sounds of their flesh become weak and slapping off their bones, the splashing of muscle and blood on the large tarp he laid beneath them in his "exercise room", tearing at their battered phallus with his teeth. Once even going so far as to tear at one young mans throat which he has not since repeated as the felling of the blood from his still living, albeit barely, victims throat rushing with far to much force into his mouth made him feel somehow invaded.
Once his initial lust had been sated after his first two killings he began to need more. To control his victims more absolutely. Simply deciding who died and how was not enough. He wanted them forever, to be his dolls. His toys. To be completely his so that even in their death he could control them. Then he would not only be like a god... He felt he truly would be God.
He began to take a taxidermy course through the mail, killing only once during his studies to help him to better concentrate. Before his fourth victim he practiced on animals he stole from his neighbors. Dogs and cats, whose taxidermied bodies he discarded in the dumpster of a diner he often ate at. When he had his fourth victim he found humans and traditional taxidermy don't quite work. With the neighborhood animals their thick fur covered their obviously dead appearance so that in certain lights they appeared almost to be breathing. The thought often gave him an erection.
He began, with this new knowledge, to seriously look into the art of not only more advanced embalming but of stage make-up and effects. He experimented with waxes, powders and enamels. Every day for weeks he imagined hundreds of ways, in great detail, of how to properly prepare his next human doll. And finally, a long and hard year later, he killed again - barely containing his need to go at his latest victim with a hammer.
He kept "Frank" in his spare bedroom, often visiting him to relive what he'd done, masturbating over him and talking to him about his day. At work he longingly looked at a picture he'd taken of Frank on his birthday, remembering how his human doll had made him laugh with forks in his hair and that mischievous grin he'd so painstakingly placed on dear young Franks face. Dear, young forever, Frank. He was almost envious of him except that truly he pitied him as a wretch and mocked his postmortem humiliation.
Yes, his human doll really did look quite life like.
Maybe he upset the bloke in the fish and chip shop so he started throwing the plastic forks at him
HEY! THAT LOOKS LIKE HENRY!! IS IT YOU HEN? NAIDEE TALKS ABOUT YOU AND WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU & CODY. IF THIS IS YOU, POST A COMMENT TO LET ME KNOW. IF THIS ISN'T YOU, WELL, MY COMMENT IS: DUDE! YOU LOOK LIKE HENRY!!!!!
Is this the only forking way to get ahead?
Aside from the forks and the possiblity that hes gay hes actually kinda cute
He's been waiting for his little girls b-day party with friends for a few years now. He thinks he has all the bases covered. Then reality hits him, now he know why all the other dads are at the bar on there little girls birthdays.
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