The Dangers Of Facebook Dating.

I found this in a 2 day old newspaper and…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

From The Metro:

FACEBOOK FIRST DATE: A ROBBERY!
A Mother inadvertently became a getaway driver on a first date with a man she met on Facebook.
Leah Gibbs picked up Adam Minton in her car, only for him to ask her to take him to a shopping centre.
He returned minutes later screaming ‘Go go go’, having stolen 250 pounds from a bookmaker.
Minton, 21, and Ms Gibbs, 23, were arrested after the car was traced. She was released after spending the night in a cell.
‘I’m still bitter he involved me’, said Ms Gibbs, of Tylorstown, south Wales.
Minton, of Tylorstown, admitted robbery before Merthyr Tydfil crown court last month and was jailed for four and a half years.

Bad luck you pair of ding dongs!

:) :) :)

Home Decorating: Ed Gein Style.

What are you doing here?
Are you some sort of sick maniac?
I’ll assume that you’re at least some sort of weirdo.
If you’re anyone else then…

WARNING!
This post contains some things which could potentially fuck you all the way up forever and if that doesn’t happen, you’re at least gonna see some very disturbing images so you should probably go away right now.

Still here?
What the hell’s the matter with you?
Okay never mind.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Let’s just get this freakshow on the road.

Today I’ll be showing you how to decorate your house in the style of everybody’s favourite insane necrophilic serial killer Momma’s boy, Ed Gein.

First of all, you will need a house.
This was Ed Gein’s Mother’s house in Plainfield Wisconsin and when she died, it was all Ed’s.

As you can see, Ed Gein’s house was an enormous farmhouse and you should bear this in mind when you buy yours because this allows for secret spaces which will come in handy later on.
But we’ll get to that.

Now what you want to do is dive straight in and commence your secret hobby of grave robbing and your descent into absolute madness in general.
Now don’t worry because even Ed Gein had to start at the start and grave robbing can be tricky at first.

First thing’s first: You have to decide who you’re gonna dig up.
Ed Gein began with his recently deceased Mother and that really is a good choice because you have that familiarity which you won’t necessarily have later on with other dead bodies.

You should be prepared.
Get yourself a van.
Any van will do so long as it has plenty of space in the back for tools and dead bodies and it’s not gonna break down outside the police station on the way home.

Obviously, you want to be doing this kind of stuff at night but don’t just assume that because it’s night, nobody will disturb you. Always be prepared to be taking home more than one body at a time and remember that you may have to bash someone’s head in with your shovel at a moment’s notice.

You will need some basic tools:
1 x hammer.
1 x chisel.
1 x shovel.
1 x gardeners rake.
1 x torch.
1 x cigarette lighter and/or matches.
You will also need rope, heavy duty plastic bags, bed sheets, gloves and a current driver’s license.

Actually, what am I talking about.
You probably know all of this.
I’m sorry. I’m just supposed to be telling you how to decorate your house and not how to do what you already know how to do. I just got carried away there so sorry if I came across as patronising.

Anyways.
So, you have your bodies back at the house.
You will no doubt be really busy what with the exhumed dead bodies and necrophilia and everything so you may not have the time for housework but that’s okay because Ed Gein kept a very messy household.
Ed Gein and Mr. Sheen were strangers.
Pay particular attention to paying no attention to the living room because this is generally the first focus point for the cops when they turn up to arrest you because it’s close to the front door.

Cobwebs are important because this shows that you stopped caring a LONG time ago!

Never throw anything away and become a hoarder of everything and anything.
Here’s a photo of Ed Gein’s living room for reference:

As you can see, the more cluttered and messy, the better and creepier it is.
The creepy element is incredibly important for shocking the life out of your neighbours when they turn up behind the cops to see just how fucked up and far gone you’ve been for all this time.
The look on their faces will be priceless.

You should make sure that you have a fridge freezer with a lot of space so you can put your chopped off heads in because as you know, left out at room temperature, things can get pretty horrible pretty quickly and hard to handle not to mention the black ooze which is nothing short of a total bitch to get out of your clothes.

If after a while, your fridge becomes too crowded you can take a leaf from the Ed Gein home DIY manual and make human face masks which can be stored in wooden boxes on the floor.

Okay, so now you’re well on your way to incarceration for the rest of your life so why not experiment?
You’ll be completely out of your mind at this stage but you should still be capable of whatever artistic talents you may have had prior.
In your spare time you should read up on taxidermy as this is particularly useful in making dead human face masks.

For Ed Gein, making human face masks was only the start and over time he honed his artistic talents and eventually wound up making full human ‘Women Suits’. Yep, by this point, all of Ed’s marbles were rolling around in his head and he’d prance around the house dressed in these ‘suits’ getting up to all kinds of crazy deranged necrophilic schizoid shit.

Gein was also a cannibal and unsurprisingly he was very creative when it came to making bowls to eat body part stew from. Check out these skull bowls he designed:

Making body part stew can be pretty messy work and although your entire house will now be a complete rundown gruesome hovel, you don’t want to keep getting your hands dirty.
Again it’s time to consult the Ed Gein home DIY manual for instructions on making…Tanned Human skin hand gloves!

Handy things to have I’m sure you’ll agree and all joking aside, those babys will last you a lifetime!
…Although, on second thought, they probably won’t allow you to have them in the mental hospital you’re going to while you wait out the days until the state has the time to put you in the electric chair.
Still though.

Apart from the kitchen, the room you’ll no doubt spend most of your time in will be the bedroom and because you’re utterly insane, you won’t give a dead rat’s ass about the condition of the place.

Take Ed Gein’s bedroom for instance.
It’s almost as if he knew that the films “Psycho”, “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” and “Silence Of The Lambs” would all be directly based on his demented life.

As we exit the house and make our way to the garage you should probably bear in mind that your cluttering and hoarding hard work has all been for nothing because your neighbours will no doubt show up in the dead of night and burn your entire house of horrors to the ground just like Ed Gein’s neighbours did to his place.

Your time on the rollercoaster is just about up Sonny Jim but before that; let’s take a look at the garage.
Your garage is where you’ll unload your bodies from the van and eventually where you’ll conduct some of your most twisted and sinister fucked up shit.
As per, make sure it’s a damned mess:

The police are well on their merry way to kicking your door down any day now and turning your lights out forever so you want to make sure that if you gotta go out, go with a horrifying sight which will shock the entire World so that fuck-ups like yourself will be stopped before they even start.

And what could do that better than a headless, hung upside down, gutted naked dead body of a Woman in the garage?
Probably nothing.

So that concludes our home decorating lesson Ed Gein style folks and I hope that it’s been of help to you.
Nobody normal likes a Mr. Messy and not a lot of people take too kindly to fucked up necrophilic cannibalistic serial killing evil sons of bitches either so in short:
Turn on that hoover once in a while.
Mop that floor every Sunday.
Clean those surfaces every two days.
Wash those windows and take out the trash whenever that bag gets near full.
But most of all…STAY AWAY FROM THAT DAMN GRAVEYARD!

Happy decorating everyone and be sure to tune in next time where I’ll be discussing just how to remove those stubborn stains.

For more information on all of the Ed Gein stuff not covered in this article, read THIS and remember,
Eddy loves ya!

The Orange Disorder.

Let’s just assume that I wasn’t born in Motherwell, raised in Holytown and Bellshill, and let’s assume that I don’t live on Duke Street in Glasgow these days okay?
Matter of fact, let’s just assume that I’m not even Scottish.

Let’s imagine that while I’m not stupid, I don’t know what the orange order is or why its marches are allowed to cause so much disruption and why they generally just drain our police and ambulance resources.

Let’s say that I don’t have a computer and so I can’t google the orange order and everything that it stands for.
Okay?

Let’s just assume that I’m a tourist from somewhere far away that isn’t Lanarkshire or Glasgow.
Fair enough?

How would you explain the orange order and its marches to me?
For or against – I’m all ears.

How would you explain the marches on Duke Street which competely block off road access to the Royal Infirmary hospital and the Fire Station?

How would you explain away the fact that the ‘bands’ are never in tune with each other and what would you say if I was to tell you that 10 beetroot-red, fat men in Rangers football tops pissed all over the bushes outside my folk’s house today at 1 in the afternoon in front of kids?

What does football have to do with it all anyways?
Do the people in the Rangers tops even know what they’re supporting?
Do the people in the Celtic tops (Who claim to be the voice of reason during marching season) even realise that they’re only wearing celtic tops just to spite the ones wearing Rangers tops?
I doubt it but gaun, explain away!

I was born yesterday.

“Gimmie My Money And Make It Snappy.”

I’m sick of the nosey-as-fuck, false, inane & patronising chat you get from folk who work in banks.
It’s all: “What are you doing today?”, “Where do you work?” etc…
LIKE IT’S ANY OF THEIR BUSINESS.

I hate the obvious fakery of it and I hate how desperate these employees are to please their bosses.
Typically, I just reply to every question with: “None of your business, gimme my money and make it snappy.”
I shouldn’t have to be that rude.  Unfortunately, that’s how it is.

It’s almost as if  the banks tell their employees to ask really nosey questions and they never ever come off as a simple, genuine “Hi, how are you?”
You always feel that there’s something sinister under the questions and that you’re standing there getting your privacy totally invaded by someone who’s talking to you like they know you.
I hate that.
It doesn’t need to be like that.
 
I wish the banks would just ditch the fake interest in you and replace it with counting out my money in the style of The Count from Sesame Street:
“One! Ah-ha-ha-ha. Two! Ah-ha-ha-ha. Three! Ah-ha-ha-ha” etc…

I know I’d be a happier customer.

Jim McDonald Off Coronation Street Tried To Blow Me Away!

Imagine you walked home tonight from work and when you got home and opened your front door, Jim McDonald off Coronation Street was just standing there crying and pointing a shotgun at you?

And imagine he kept saying: “Why did it have to be MY Elizabeth?” over and over again?

WELL THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THE OTHER NIGHT FOLKS.

I was like “I don’t even know your Liz Jim!”
Shaking with hurt and anger and rage Jim said “Nobody calls her LIZ BUT ME SONNY JIM!”

Call it instict or survival or whatever but I just slammed the door in his face and locked him in.
I could hear him wrecking the joint and screaming “It’s a BETRAYAL!”
I shouted, “NOW CALM DOWN JAMES! – JUST CALM DOWN NOW!”

Straight away he was up at the door threatening to bloomin’ well ‘do me’.
I’ll never forget the way he whispered “Why? -Why did it have to be my Elizabeth?” through the crack in the door which was all that stood between myself and James McDonald.

That’s when it hit me.
That’s when I remembered.

I said “JIM! Put the gun down!”
“You’ve been following me this week haven’t you?”
“HAVEN’T YOU!?”

I continued,
“Yes, that’s it Jim isn’t it? I’m right aren’t I?”
Jim said nothing as I went on…

“Last week Jim, when I was in the bank, that was you at the end of the queue wasn’t it?”

“And come to think of it Jimbo, it was probably YOU who has been making those weird calls to me at all hours of the day and night eh?”
Again, Jim’s silence told me everything I needed to know.

He broke down muttering something about how she was always HIS Elizabeth and I gave him a hug and said:
“Come on now James, put the gun away. Everybody knows how tight you and Liz..er, I mean Elizabeth are”.

He sat down and thankfully lowered the shotgun.

I tried to distract him by asking if he wanted to watch Eastenders with me and he flew right off the fucking handle and stuck the shotgun in my face again!

“GIVE IT UP JAMES!” I said as he started crying again.

He looked me right in the eye and said “How about ye Sonny? Any last words?”

And that! Is when the SWAT team and cops kicked the door down and arrested Jim.
As they led him away Jim said to me “But how did the coppers know?” and I just laughed and dangled  my mobile phone in his face.
“I secretly phoned them when you were on the other side of the door Jimbo”.

The cops told me that Jim did this kind of thing all the time and assured me that he’d recieve a right good kicking down at the station.

That night I picked up the phone and dialed the 1471 service and wrote down the last callers number.
Calmly, I dialed it and Elizabeth answered.

“Jim?”

I said “No, Liz, It’s me. How about ye?”

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