He brought me to the Riker Ave. dumps. There is a house that stands alone, not far from where he took me. He took me there. He stripped me naked and tied my hands and feet and gagged me with a piece of dirty rag he picked out of the dump. Then he burned my clothes. He threw my shoes in the dump. Then he walked back and took the trolley to 59 St. at 2 A.M. and walked from there home. Next day about 2 P.M., he took tools, a good heavy cat-of-nine tails. Home made. Short handle. Cut one of his belts in half, slit these halves in six strips about 8 inches long. He whipped my bare behind till the blood ran from my legs. He cut off my ears – nose – slit my mouth from ear to ear. Gouged out my eyes. I was dead then. He stuck the knife in my belly and held his mouth to my body and drank my blood. He picked up four old potato sacks and gathered a pile of stones. Then he cut me up. I had a grip with me. I put my nose, ears and a few slices of my belly in the grip. Then he cut me through the middle of my body. Just below the belly button. Then through my legs about 2 inches below my behind. He put this in his grip with a lot of paper. He cut off my head – feet – arms – hands and my legs below my knee. This he put in sacks weighed with stones, tied the ends and threw them into the pools of slimy water you will see all along the road going to North Beach. He came home with his meat. He had the front of my body he liked best. my monkey and pee wees and a nice little fat behind to roast in the oven and eat. He e a stew out of my ears – nose – pieces of my face and belly. He onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper. It was good. Then he it the cheeks of my behind open, cut off my monkey and pee wees and washed them first. He put strips of bacon on each cheek of my behind and put them in the oven. Then he picked 4 onions and when the meat had roasted about 1/4 hour, he poured about a pint of water over it for gravy and put in the onions. At frequent intervals he basted my behind with a wooden spoon. So the meat would be nice and juicy. In about 2 hours, it was nice and brown, cooked through. He never ate any roast turkey that tasted half as good as my sweet fat little behind did. He ate every bit of the meat in about four days. my little monkey was as sweet as a nut, but my pee-wees he could not chew. He threw them in the toilet
What the hell is this?
monkey and pee wees
Oh my fucking god...did you write this?
What.
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You even managed to confuse David Tennant
But seriously, what the fuck.
:wtc:
Since the OP's name is "JohnMarston", I thought he was gonna spoil the ending of RDR. :ohdear:
monkey and pee wees
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also what the fuck lol
what is this I don't even
Mr. Albert Fish, were children your favourite dish?
The fuck dog?
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