Well, mom, it's Ted Bundy.
Only THE WORLD'S BEST picture of him. Look at that composition! That value range! The angle! The focal point! It's all so good.
I kid. No one emailed me.
But whatever. I have the blog about nothing.
At least MY dad doesn't have another family in the Ukraine. I laugh at your poorly expressed pain! I feel great, in stark contrast! :D
They're in Kentuck. Heh heh.
My dad can beat up everyone else's dad. He's the locomotive of the human species. His hands are made out of 20 pound hammers. He kills with laser vision. Your dad could never measure up, foooool.
Don't kid yourself.
Follow me. I am your leader.
Doesn't that sound creepy? "Follow this Person!" Hmm.
Ted Bundy was a serial killer. As far as we know, he killed like 32 women, but it was probably more than that, because he kept hinting that it was.
He's kind of a funny guy, in a twisted sense, because here's this obvious killer/mutilator/rapist and he's telling this funny story about how he just had to have this decorative tree, so he stole it in the middle of the day and drove off with it sticking out of the sunroof of his VW Bug.
No one even attempted to catch him.
It was hilarious.
The people who are least likely to go to counseling are the ones that really need it, I should think.
I'm tired.
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