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I swear to God, that Tickle-Me Elmo was staring

  • I swear to God, that Tickle-Me Elmo was staring into my soul. He looked at me with his fake, plastic eyes and his mouth open wide. "I'm not ticklish," He kept saying.
  • While thrusting his pelvis at me. Tickle-me-Elmo was scary. Mommy. At night he crawls around the floor telling me to kill my puppy. I don't want to but I have to if Tickle-me
  • Elmo says so, because if I don't, he says he'll put his hand over my mouth and nose and send me to Heaven." Timmy's mother slashed Elmo in the chest with a butcher knife and ripped
  • his fuzzy red head off, then kicked him in the corner. "There now," soothed Timmy's mom. Timmy felt better & fell fast asleep. But during the night, Elmo reconstructed himself. Whe
  • n Timmy awoke, Elmo was in the corner, laughing. Beneath his bloodsoaked covers was his mother's unblinking head, her mouth agape in a 0 of horror.
  • This was in January 2012. By today, June 1, 2016 at 7pm, the autopsy revealed murder and we never found the murderer - until he drowned in Bermuda, while swimming and drinking.
  • It turns out that drinking in the whiskey you are swimming in is a sure trip to drowning in that whiskey. They found the murder confession inside a condom in his wallet. 02/17/17.
  • It was still fresh. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. He was one of those people, who always checked and rechecked labels.He suddenly realized who the murderer was.
  • The milk was newly bought, and so was the fruit. The murderer had recently been here. The detective sat by the door of the apartment, waiting for the suspect's arrival.
  • At last, he picked the fruits of his patience and caught the milkman red handed, delivering the fresh milk. 10 minutes later the murderer walks in and picks up the fresh milk.
Started
2012-01-16 02:23:53
Finished
2017-02-18 13:09:03

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