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i usually put they're head in a plastic bag until they stop breathing. take them out to the sierra mountains and drop them in a secluded place which no one has been to in all its existance. then have a friend as an aliby.
all joking aside.. its a fucked up deal. ive woken up to my ex gf stradling me with a knife clinched in her hand looking like a bitch straight out of hell. got the knife from her and carried her screaming and biting all the way out to the street. good thing i left that crazy broad when i did. she got all depressed started doing speed, had a kid, and now lives off her new bf's parents. moral of the story is crazy bitches are the root of all evil.
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