sean wookie said:

Story Time!!!!!!!!

sean wookie said:

He woke up a day later, in my dark basement hearing the screaming I walked down stairs and put on my scrubs. I shoved a rag in his mouth and taped it shut I had him in a device quite like the rack though not to stretch just to hold him. I loosened a and grabed a hold of it as he tried to break free. I said "it is now fun time.

sean wookie said:

I'm looking at old torture methods for this story like the inquisition seeing what they did. I named the story Cold Dish. I would like to see the worst things imaginable happen to that character. There will be no happy endings except for our main guy.

Sean, this is just a story right? You don't really have some kid with a mohawk locked in your basement do you??? Just thought I would make sure.

Why what if I do should I let him go? Is that against the law?

daveytod said:

Originally posted by: sean wookie
I'll fuck you in the head.

kinky...

The best way to dispose of a hated mohawk is to scalp the head that wears it with a rusty hatchet; make sure the hatchet is very dull, covered with nicks, if you wish to provide the utmost discomfort.

Then you bring a bucket of gasoline over to your victim, and then deposit the scalped mohawk into the bucket and set it ablaze; make certain the bucket is close enough to the victim so that he can breathe in the gas fumes and smoke.

And there you go; one ugly mohawk annihilated.

I know a story too!!

Once upon a time, there was a lovely little sausage called Baldrick

and it lived happily ever after.

The End

What kind of sausage?

ps: The OP needs a serious re-write.

Davnes007 said:

What kind of sausage?

Davnes007 said:

ps: The OP needs a serious re-write.

This is what I mean by a re-write:

Davnes007 re-wrote:

 

"Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold"

-Old Klingon proverb, as told KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!11!!!1!

He was now my newest 'subject'. A punk kid, about 18, by whom I was bullied and ridiculed during my childhood. And, that mohawk!...I just wanted to destroy it in the worst way that was possible. I laughed at the thought of humiliating him, and you'll soon find out what I mean - Remember, I'm the hero of this story.

I invested quite some time following him, let's call him 'Hal' (after Hal Warren, director of Manos The Hands of Fate). I learned his secrets...understood his ways...and got into his head. Finally, after a few days, I grabbed made my move as he was walking outside for a smoke. I snuck up behind him, and stuffed his mouth with a cloroform-soaked cloth...making him unconscience within seconds. 

A day later, Hal woke up in my dark basement. Hearing his screaming, I walked down stairs, and put on my scrubs. I quickly shoved a rag in his mouth, and taped it shut. I had him strapped into a device, not unlike a 'rack', to hold him firmly in place. I loosened his hand, and grabbed a hold of it as he tried in vain to break free. I told him, "It is now 'fun time'."

 

 

Originally written by Sean Wookie

CP3S said:

Wow, and just when you thought a thread couldn't get any sicker...

I make David Lynch look like a chaste little school girl >:-D

'Hal' = Mini Ric

TV's Frink said:

Needs moar Mini Ric.

AND MINI-DEATH STAR