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those funny little Gacey Clown pictures like they done took em theyselves.

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The tenant is hoping that this vortex finishes a few rapacious landlords as well. Jump! Jump! Jump you filthy bastards!

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Dahamer's techniques were juvinle compared with Gacey's: Gacy started taking on jobs as "Pogo the Clown" to entertain children and was given a job as secretary treasurer in the street lighting commission. Gacy continued to cause problems with his sexual advances, approaching a young boy named Tony Antonucci who fought his advances with a chair. A month later, Gacy attempted to handcuff the boy and undress him at his house, but the boy wrestled loose and handcuffed Gacy, making him promise that he would never touch him again. Gacy began to cause more problems when boys that worked for him started disappearing. A number of his employees had gone missing before the police brought him in for questioning. Gacy denied any knowledge of the boys' whereabouts, but the police ran a background check and, finding the sodomy charges, obtained a search warrant for Gacy's house. On December 13, 1978, the police entered his house and found plenty of incriminating evidence such as child pornography, handcuffs, rubber dildos, and ropes. After being unable to charge Gacy on anything other than drug possession, the police did some intense interrogations and began to discover that some of the evidence had belonged to the boys that disappeared. They questioned Gacy further, who admitted that he had killed someone in self-defense and buried them beneath his garage. The police eventually found thirty bodies on Gacy's property, as well as several other in nearby areas, such as the river. Police discovered a total of thirty-three bodies and Gacy's trial began on February 6, 1980. Gacy was found guilty after a short trial and sentenced to death by lethal injection. on May 10, 1994, after a failed appeal, he was executed, ending a criminal legacy that horrified the nation

I think its quite funny - ain't nothin wrong with it, the way I see it. y'all just get so riled up about mild racial remarks - its just plum funny to us Confederates.

Regarding Old Hippies - there's just sometinhg stanky 'bout the. Hate 'em. Cain't stand 'em. Ain't nothin better than kicking an old hippie boozin bum lyin 'round in the streets of some big cement city.

and don't forget

"waaah all Australian's are racists"

and

"waah old hippies complain all the time"

I reckon I didn't mean to cry too much - I knows you got your hands all fulled up with them Hippy cry-babies.

You old hippies is aways complaining 'bout something.

"I can't see, the types tooooo small"

"My lungs don't work, they's too clogged up with tar and soot"

"My hip needs replacing, and the guberment won't pay for it waaaaa"

"My Knee hurts and ain't no doctor gonna give me a new one for freeeeee"

"waaaaa I cain't get me cocaine and heroin"

"The planet's too hot"

"My 7th wife is too cold"

"I got mugged by a bunch of thugs and the police didn't do a damn thing about it waaaaaaaa"

"There are too many people with guns, and I ain't got one, 'cause I'm too stupid to figure out how it works"

Secret hook-up joint?!! Fuck no wonder I never pick up here. C'mon wave the rainbow flag and let everyone know!

I can't read what the gippo is writing about it! Not even when I squint. The letters are too small. And I can't make the text bigger in my browser settings. Changing the text size to larger doesn't do anything! Which gippo dago cunt n*g*e* whore bastard created the stylesheet for this website? Some coolie web developer in Mumbai I bet.

My dear Cynical observer, I do take your point, but I must speak out in defence of the poorly understood Dahmer technique. It is true that the method was crude in the extreme, but we must admire it for its sheer artistic verve. After all, I myself destroyed many perfectly good brains in the never-ending quest for the perfectly conforming consumer and worker. A more noble goal is hard to imagine.

The Jeffrey L. Dahmer drilling technique is clearly still a black art, and cannot yet be called a mature engineering discipline.
(IMHO)

Ricky, you know how it tastes when you take your favourite pig to bed for a good old hillbilly butt-sucking? Well, it would certainly taste a whole lot better than that.

With the putrid future that Aussies are building for themselves, one would think racism will soon be the least of their problems. I suggest mass-extermination of sports "stars" and their fans, to make a little elbow room and perhaps buy a little time.

You're scaring me!


Where is Eva when you need her? My sweet little turtle dove...

Lamb? Veal? Gotta be better than Cammel.

Never confused, Ricky - never confused. Just think about the tenant and your frontal lobes. Just under the bone...

No matter how many times you insert Jesus-on-a-stick into a pig, it will not become a Jesus-squeezing "Christian" woman, Ricky. But I'm not here to speak about hillbilly animal sex preferences. I want to talk about setting you right. Too late to convert you into a human. You are too far gone for that - the DNA won't allow it using today's technology. However, the tenant is working up something real special for you ape-people.

in Kalifornia prison...Charlie Manson, that's his name. Yup. He didn't much like Landlords either.

Fact is, ole charlie, he learned to love prison. He's been what ye call "institutionalzed". Now, he's too scared not to live under the rule of a strong Landlord. He loves his landlord. His landlord will control his commin and goin for the rest of his life. And, ole Charlie, he's ok with that.

Now, if a mean old feller like Charlie Manson can be re-trained to love his Landlord, they's hope for you to Tenant. Come visit me up here on Duncan Bald. I'm gonna fix you up real good with them Hauler brothers. You'll learn to love them too. Just like Charlie.

Don't know anything about Transgenitals, whorelocks, or razor-wire. Don't have none of those preverted thangs 'rond here.

Them transgenitals hang around big city folks and live in cement sky-boxex like you. We have fine Christian women 'round here - no whorelocks for hundreds of miles.

And, razor-wire is something I saw only once down in South Georgia where's they cram the criminol n*g*e*s and wet-backs into the state prison.

I'll give you a deed you transgenic father-raper. How about having it cut into your skull-bone real deep? I can create any kind of arsewipe deed you want you ugly morlock. Be careful pigshit, someone might fence you into your patch of pig-wallow Hell with razor-wire, so then you will be kept away from decent folk, screaming to escape from your deed-protected shithole. The tenant is way ahead of you zombie-boy.

I need. Don't need no more rights than that.

I'm the Landlord, the Master, the King and Lord over all of my land. Your presence on my land is by the grace of ME! I kin grind you up and make some mighty fine summer sausage with you, lest you forget that. He who owns the land has all the rights; and he who merely treads on the Owner's land better tread softly...'cause you won't last a minute 'round here.

We don't put up with none of that sass-talkin nonsense by a dumb ole outsider who's got no Deed, no Kin, no friends, and no guns.

Poor loony Dahmer was confused, that's all. Now take myself as an example of unconfusion. The tenant is never confused. The tenant knows who the enemy is. When drilling-time comes around, who gets it in the frontal lobes? That's right, the filthy, waste of space, land-stealing landlord! Mister and Missus greedy-pig Landlord, you better squeeze your Jesus toy extra hard this Easter - the Tenant is out there, and he knows who you are, and how to find you! Remember this - loony old non-core John is no longer here to protect you scum.

You still hanging around you deformed arse-egg? Listen bog-boy, filthy bloodsucking landlords have no rights. To have rights you need a soul. But I am first to grant land-grabbing parasites full justice. The crows can eat their eyes while they twist in the breeze - and I don't mean Chubby Checker. Some of us decent folk don't take kindly to parasites, especially if they wave Jesus-on-a-stick fetish toys.

Stop complaining Ricky.

Never heard of them.

Are these more dumb americans?

anyway, bring on the zombies, have about the same impact as a yank from the ones I met and ones i see on the tv - DAARHH DAARHH DAARHH ME ME ME YAAAH YAAHH BETCHA ME ME SEE bwah

That's all you Asstraliens ever think about. Y'all are in love with these funny folks. For the life of me, don't reckon I know why neither.

Just a few people that liked kill'in a little too much. Too much kill'in's bad for the brain. Does somethin to ya. I have this theory that when you kill a human, the dying body of the Killee gives off some kinda chemical that mushes up the brain some of the Killor. Don't reckon there's been any study done on this. Just a theory, and remember you heard it first from Ricardovitz.

I found some pictures of Aborigionies for y'all to see, and your anal-retentive Landlord here done censored them. So, now I don't have any representatives of Aussie women here on yer Astralien website.

Y'all wouldn't know a perty li'll thang - maybe that thar be the problem.

If a tenant approaches a landlord and requests a place to live, and the landlord generously lets him live there for a fee. And, then the tenant goes back on his word and doesn't pay the landlord, the landlord should be given the right to shoot the dead-beat tenant. We don't need none of this legal mumbo-jumbo-joo-joo-voo-doo.

Havent your cousins been around for a while? Go perv at your own shielas retard

"Kicked it like my wife"

Even if the property parasite is a hideous old geezer, there is always some body-part that will fetch a few dollars. When it comes to getting your money back from these vampires, you cannot afford to be without some surgical implements. We must leave all judgements to the holy market-forces, otherwise anarchy would descend.

Whooooo! Man, that's rough. No wonder why you Aussies are so messed up. Lord Forgive ye!

I guess Aussie women ain't literate enough to write anything.

Hey, what do Ausie women look like anyway? Do they mix with the Blackoriginals? Or is they nice and white? Let me have some perty pictures of Ausie women! Let's see what you folks have to brag 'bout!

So many brain-dead Chinese zombies. So few Tibetans.

Just take some simple extra precautions when skinning gay landlords - disinfectants, double gloves, full bio-hazard suit.

you is a sick sick man

I look a bit like a girl... most can't tell. I been admiring all the manly comments being made. Get's me hotter and wetter than a dike caught in a twister in New Orleans.

Just like lil Johnny!He's a septagenarian too.

We like to be called Gay.

Well if you and your Gentle tenant friend started to behave maybe there would be more of the fairer sex around here.

Hardly peace when his followers are beating innocent civilians to death. Is it?

what would you dickheads know about anything. you small minded halfwits cant even see that atleast one being on this planet talks and walks in peace.

it is ok to have a big mouth when it is not happening to you you cowards

THIS IS A F*CKING PARODY!!!! GET A LIFE!!!

Do you believe Jack has just turned 70?
Fuck the 21st century, it sucks.

I wanna go back to my 20th Century Foxes

I cain't handle the truth. The truth might just set me ablaze and git me to kill someone, like Tenant! I don't want to here how some future tenant of mine is nothin but a dirty corn-hole lickin homosexual. That ain't no truth that I want to be a part of.

I'm so sorry if I offended you in any way, Tenant. I've only tried to be hospitable to you, and some how I must have got you all riled up, tearing up in the eyes, even.

Well, Old Ricky is here to tell you "It's gonna be ok, darlin" I'll teach you how to hunt. When's I shoot the duck out of the sky, you go run and fetch it. It's a win win for everyone.

Only one thing worse than a landlord, and that is a hillbilly landlord. You know when you are in hillbilly country when you can't tell their faces from their butts, and any comment about a pig will be taken as an insult about some ape-creature's wife. Tribulated country I call these hillbilly places. God-forsaken is a polite way of saying these places are among the most horrific on the face of the planet, and only creatures with their arses and faces swapped by Mother Nature when she was drunk can enjoy living there - if they have pigs or dogs to breed with that is.