Resurrecting my dear dead friend
Posted Dec 9, 2013 by anonymous | 315 views | 3 comments
It may have been roughly three years now that I made a confession in detail of how I took a friends life and what I did with the body. I went into detail about the initial kill, the blood, the noises, the movements/jiggles, the area it was done in, and then I explained how the body was skinned/gutted then cut up into pieces. Those pieces were then cut into smaller pieces and some were ground up through a meat grinder and put into bags. It was the middle of the night, there was so much blood and it was so cold. I remember the blood was making blood icicles off of my table because of how cold it was, it was sorta neat really. After that was done, I was a mess. I had to change every piece of clothing I was wearing because each one was deeply stained and the initial shot was still all over me. I cleaned my self up and took some chunks of the meat and threw it on the grill. I then called my neighbors out and had them try some pieces with me. We all thought it was to die for. ;) Now, when I told that story, EVERYONE flipped their lid! The first oblivious guy - "How could you do that?!"; The popular - "You're sick!"; My personal favorite - "You're a demon!" Yeah yeah, I get it. I sure got my shits and giggles out of it. And what I didn't tell them, was that it was my friend pig. Rest assured you were delicious, and you were a great happy pig. Rest in Peace My Beautiful Piggy Friend. Oh yeah, and sorry if I made you spill your coffee in the past. :) Smile!
Commented Dec 10, 2013 by anonymous
Ha, I get it! An actual pig.
Commented Dec 10, 2013 by anonymous
This seems to be a fake story.
Commented Dec 9, 2013 by anonymous
As everyone else will say "fuck you and die in hell" heheh