I’d better get to it, big breasted bitches won’t kill themselves.
My father always said never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.
I’m a little under the weather with a head cold, but a stone cold serial killer like me never gets sympathy from anyone. If I was burning up with fever, the police would still sic their dogs on me. I guess they’re right, only a mother could love someone like me.
It’s not my fault I was born to be a serial killer. I didn’t ask to be this way.
Woe is me!
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