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A few years ago I met this woman at her place of business and we struck it off rather good. Our relationship didn't go beyond the professional scope, but she has been in my mind. I've looked her phone number up in the phonebook from time to time--and hey! she even moved--and now that I plan on running away from home, should I call her, or just stalk her?
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Considering a phone call is perfectly legal, and stalking as such could result in you're being allowed only ONE phone call....*L*.....i'd say call the lady
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If you're going to do anything at all about this woman, and if you MUST run away from home, I suggest you call her. People don't warm up to thier stalkers as much as they warm up to old business acquiantences.
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Ok now, I've raped her brutally and have her tied to the bed. I want to dismember an arm. Should I use the butcher knife, or the machette I found in the utility closet. It's rather dull though.
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I'd recommend restraining yourself and just going for a hand. Removing an entire arm can make a body very unstable, and that can have some detrimental effects if you're going for a lake disposal.
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<interlude=musical type=bizarre> I hold your hand in mine, dear, I press it to my lips. I take a healthy bite From your dainty fingertips.
My joy would be complete, dear, If you were only here, But still I keep your hand As a precious souvenir.
The night you died I cut it off. I really don't know why. For now each time I kiss it I get bloodstains on my tie.
I'm sorry now I killed you, For our love was something fine, And till they come to get me I shall hold your hand in mine. </interlude>
Lyrics courtesy of Professor Tom Lehrer.
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Sick..... you are all SICK....you HEAR ME?.... SICK!!!
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