Mix a small coffee cup of Catchup Pruno with two shakes of Jail Bitters to make a Staircase Special.
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
edited November 2007
Here's another story.
So, back in the day there was this serial killer/rapist named Gerald Gallegos. Snatched girls from fairgrounds and carnivals, raped them, tortured them to death, and buried them in the desert in Nevada. Took my mom's best friend's older sister, as coincedence would have it.
My dad shot him in the balls. The dude was being attacked by another prisoner due to the nature of his crimes, and when my dad and another officer came to break up the fight, Gallegos pulled a shiv on my dad. So, my dad jacked out the blank from his shotgun and bounced some birdshot off the concrete floor, right into the dude's nuts.
Here's the best part; Gerald Gallegos died a few years ago of testicular cancer, from the one remaining ball he had after this particular incident.
So, back in the day there was this serial killer/rapist named Gerald Gallegos. Snatched girls from fairgrounds and carnivals, raped them, tortured them to death, and buried them in the desert in Nevada. Took my mom's best friend's older sister, as coincedence would have it.
My dad shot him in the balls. The dude was being attacked by another prisoner due to the nature of his crimes, and when my dad and another officer came to break up the fight, Gallegos pulled a shiv on my dad. So, my dad jacked out the blank from his shotgun and bounced some birdshot off the concrete floor, right into the dude's nuts.
Here's the best part; Gerald Gallegos died a few years ago of testicular cancer, from the one remaining ball he had after this particular incident.
Haha, sweet justice. Ironically, I'm a CO at our prison here, and there's only one guy that I really can't stand. http://www.mayhem.net/Crime/bar-jonah.html <--- This guy. Real piece of work. Quick, what's the worst thing you can do to a human being? Not rape. Not cannibalism. Not murder. This fuck raped a little boy to death, cut him up, cooked him, and fed him to a local church group. Guess who partook of this wonderful gathering? The friggin' kid's mom. She was all ready to prosecute this fuck up until the point when he told her that she had eaten her own son. Her mind did the polite and merciful thing and went batshit. She now thinks her little boy's running around her neighborhood, so she won't press murder/rape/cannibalism charges. This fucker never see's population, and never will. He'll die, probably from diabetes or Hep B/C or Aids slowly, 30-40 years from now. Our infirmary has promised to keep him alive as long as they can just to watch this fuck suffer.
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
edited November 2007
Here's another one.
Okay, so my dad was on the prison's riot/SWAT squad. Basically, when shit hit the fan, and it did rather a lot, my dad and a bunch of other leg-breakers were sent in to get the inmates to knock it the fuck off.
So, there's a stabbing in the infirmary. My dad and the other guys high-tail it to the place, and one of the eight inmates in the room decides that locking the door from the inside, behind my dad and the two guys with him, was a good idea, sealing them inside in a fight with eight guys and barring other officers from entering if they didn't have a key.
There's something you should know about my dad; he was a bad motherfucker. Was a certified instructor in self defense for the prison system and the use of the PR-24 riot baton.
That's this guy.
Anyway, the other two guys with him were Johnny Olsen, a Mormon boy who was a giant brick of muscle, and Bill Palceski, a crazy survivalist who is a giant bear of a man. Now, they're faring well until my dad gets stabbed in the shoulder and tackled by two guys. Johnny loses his shit and goes into berserker mode, knees the dude directly on top of my dad in the temple, nearly kills him, then starts wailing on the other guy. Elbows, headbutts, knees, anything he can throw at this guy. After the fight, my dad was patched up and was no worse for wear, but Johnny was in the hallway with one of the inmates, taser-shielding him. Think of a riot shield with about 50,000 volts behind hit.
Every couple of minutes all you hear would be KZZKZKZKZKZK and then "Holy shit, c'mere, check this out."
The guy he was tasering had this greasy hair-product in, and archs of electricity were jumping from his hair to his ear.
edit: Holy shit, Wedge... no way that guy can see gen-pop, they'd carve him up like a spiral ham.
Oooh, capital punishment is live and well up here, but he wasn't convicted of the cannibalism part because the mother won't prosecute.I want this fucker alive anyhow, just so I can see the light go out of his eyes. BTW, he gets lots of mail. And he sends out recipes to his fans. He doesn't write "Human flesh" or "Child Kidney" in the recipe. He just highlights the word "Veal" in his letters.
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Give me Electric Chair. Because Ride the Lightning was a good album.
It was but I can't listen to it anymore. Metallica did everything they could to make themselves look like giant pussies over the last decade. They should be denied royalties from all their badass shit from back in the day.
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this is the worst thread in a while, and Jimmy is a horrible retard
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Just saw that on Thanksgiving. It was pretty good.
So, back in the day there was this serial killer/rapist named Gerald Gallegos. Snatched girls from fairgrounds and carnivals, raped them, tortured them to death, and buried them in the desert in Nevada. Took my mom's best friend's older sister, as coincedence would have it.
My dad shot him in the balls. The dude was being attacked by another prisoner due to the nature of his crimes, and when my dad and another officer came to break up the fight, Gallegos pulled a shiv on my dad. So, my dad jacked out the blank from his shotgun and bounced some birdshot off the concrete floor, right into the dude's nuts.
Here's the best part; Gerald Gallegos died a few years ago of testicular cancer, from the one remaining ball he had after this particular incident.
Haha, sweet justice. Ironically, I'm a CO at our prison here, and there's only one guy that I really can't stand. http://www.mayhem.net/Crime/bar-jonah.html <--- This guy. Real piece of work. Quick, what's the worst thing you can do to a human being? Not rape. Not cannibalism. Not murder. This fuck raped a little boy to death, cut him up, cooked him, and fed him to a local church group. Guess who partook of this wonderful gathering? The friggin' kid's mom. She was all ready to prosecute this fuck up until the point when he told her that she had eaten her own son. Her mind did the polite and merciful thing and went batshit. She now thinks her little boy's running around her neighborhood, so she won't press murder/rape/cannibalism charges. This fucker never see's population, and never will. He'll die, probably from diabetes or Hep B/C or Aids slowly, 30-40 years from now. Our infirmary has promised to keep him alive as long as they can just to watch this fuck suffer.
Okay, so my dad was on the prison's riot/SWAT squad. Basically, when shit hit the fan, and it did rather a lot, my dad and a bunch of other leg-breakers were sent in to get the inmates to knock it the fuck off.
So, there's a stabbing in the infirmary. My dad and the other guys high-tail it to the place, and one of the eight inmates in the room decides that locking the door from the inside, behind my dad and the two guys with him, was a good idea, sealing them inside in a fight with eight guys and barring other officers from entering if they didn't have a key.
There's something you should know about my dad; he was a bad motherfucker. Was a certified instructor in self defense for the prison system and the use of the PR-24 riot baton.
That's this guy.
Anyway, the other two guys with him were Johnny Olsen, a Mormon boy who was a giant brick of muscle, and Bill Palceski, a crazy survivalist who is a giant bear of a man. Now, they're faring well until my dad gets stabbed in the shoulder and tackled by two guys. Johnny loses his shit and goes into berserker mode, knees the dude directly on top of my dad in the temple, nearly kills him, then starts wailing on the other guy. Elbows, headbutts, knees, anything he can throw at this guy. After the fight, my dad was patched up and was no worse for wear, but Johnny was in the hallway with one of the inmates, taser-shielding him. Think of a riot shield with about 50,000 volts behind hit.
Every couple of minutes all you hear would be KZZKZKZKZKZK and then "Holy shit, c'mere, check this out."
The guy he was tasering had this greasy hair-product in, and archs of electricity were jumping from his hair to his ear.
edit: Holy shit, Wedge... no way that guy can see gen-pop, they'd carve him up like a spiral ham.
Who used to steal gamble and rob
who wants to pay to keep this dude alive?
raise your hand
He thought he was the smartest guy arooound.
Oooh, capital punishment is live and well up here, but he wasn't convicted of the cannibalism part because the mother won't prosecute.I want this fucker alive anyhow, just so I can see the light go out of his eyes. BTW, he gets lots of mail. And he sends out recipes to his fans. He doesn't write "Human flesh" or "Child Kidney" in the recipe. He just highlights the word "Veal" in his letters.
"Can someone read the minutes of the last "Child-fucking Cannibal Piece of Shit Fan Club" back, please?"
i just think we could put these kind of people to better use
like making them do gladiatorial combat in a ring of fire
Yeah, I fucking know. That's why I want him to live long enough to be forgotten. Then he can die. Not before.
i remember hearing about some serial killer in Japan was sent to a rehabilitation clinic to cure him of his crazy
when he was pronounced legally sane, they killed him
If you had to be executed, how would you like to go? Only valid forms of execution in the United States count.
Firing Squad? Hanging? Lethal Injection? Electric Chair? Me, I'd go with the firing squad... it's just cool.
Hanging. I'd be doing neck crunches from day 1 of my incarceration if I knew that shit was coming. I want a messy hanging.
They're trying to take it all away
funny but also sad and you learn something as well
Heh. Popping off of the head would so get you yelled at by someone.
"Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell was all that goddamnit I hate you you're fired."
Technically though... that would be a succesful execution.
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all
Mama... just killed a man.
are for pussies
It was but I can't listen to it anymore. Metallica did everything they could to make themselves look like giant pussies over the last decade. They should be denied royalties from all their badass shit from back in the day.
GIS, safesearch off, for hanging head "pop off". Heh.
Is that Saddam?