Posted by Clayton (Satan) Woehrel (my father worked at area 51) on May 27, 1997 at 09:58:57:
In Reply to: masochism and death posted by Rainer Ganahl on July 01, 1996 at 11:58:45:
one day my friend (well,suposedly my friend)were at his farm. We were looking through his shed a little (actually very big) jackhammer. Then Billy Bob got an idea. We went to his horse corral. We pushed one of the horses over. I took the jackhammer. After about five or six pulls at the string, the cold machine roared to life. The horse started kicking and whinnying frantically at the deafening grind of the gears and pistons as the hammer moved violently in and out. Slowly, I put the jackhammer to the horse's temple; pieces of skull and flesh burst out. The horse kicked violently, then stilled. My friend, Billy Bob, dropped his pants. Whipped it out, propped the horse's ass in the air with the hammer, and fucked the hell out of it. As he was doing this, I was searching through the shed. To my pleasure, I found a pipe (a large, corkscrew type thing on a crank). I went back to the horse. I went off on the torso of the horse with the reamer. It's bowels spilled on the ground. Billy Bob collected them, put them in a pan, fricasseed them, then made a sandwhich with them. The end.
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