He had it coming.
He had it coming.
He only had himself to blame.
So I killed him…
…and then I desecrated his corpse…
…and then I left it out for his brothers to find.
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That cheerful red bastard had it coming.
All that third-person talk as if he were Henry VIII, and putting words in the mouth of that dumb goldfish, and that annoyingly squeaky little voice like nails on a blackboard… I couldn’t take it any more.
So when the parent’s of a daycare kid sent C back with a huge Elmo cupcake, I knew exactly which knife to use.
The biggest one.
Oh yeah, there is also the fact that the cupcake was for C to celebrate his friend’s birthday, yet he didn’t even get to taste it.
But that is completely irrelevant now.
Because I killed Elmo and I ate him and I would do it all over again.
Damn he was tasty!
PS: the whole 3 Elmo set-up was stealthily created by the Dane when he came back from drinks with his friends. I nearly wet myself laughing when I found it the next morning… and then I ate the other dead Elmo half.
He so had it coming.












i woulda killed him too given the chance. thumbs up
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“If you’da been there, if you’da seen it, I bet you you would have done the same…”
Yes, yes I would have. This over-Elmo-ed mother salutes you.
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oh I am forever in your debt!
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You did us all a favour. Thank you.
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LOL! I hate that poor bastard too……..
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