People say there are more serial killers now than there used to be but I don’t think that’s true. I think we are just better at catching them now. Think about it. If you lived in Boston in 1774, you could have killed all the founding fathers and who would have known? Back then if you moved to a different street you might as well have just appeared from space. Nobody would know who you were. And if you go further back in time it would have been even easier. I bet the “plague” in Europe was really just one guy.
That’s messed up man. Seriously. I have killed a LOT of people.
Wait. Not the last thing. Heh. Jokes!
Darlings, I asked Acadia to suggest a costume to tie this post into Costume Week. Behold, Acadia gives us the Cereal Killer. – Eva
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As defined by the photos, I guess I’m a cereal killer.
*calls cops*
The evidence is a couple of crunched cheerios
This is what I have a dog for…crunchy delicious evidence gone!
Haha. I’m eating cereal right now…I need to seek help. Eating my victims…yup, cereal killer alright.
Got milk?
HA
That gentleman apparently getting smothered in Fruit Loops could probably use some.
I took a college class Serial Killers. (Criminal Justice) It was fascinating. The man who taught the class had met and was in contact with Ted Bundy quite often. A few other killers, too. They gave him some of the things they had written. Very disturbed minds, that’s for sure.
I am ridiculously jealous of that.
How fantastic. Such a fascinating subject – from a distance! 🙂
I have done more than my fair share of cereal killing. Cap’n Crunch. That little Lucky Charms Irish guy. Toucan Sam. Tony Tiger. That stupid rabbit on the Trix box. Snap, Crackle and Pop. The list goes on. Count Chocula was rough. He kept coming back! The Honeycomb Kid almost got me. He was fast on the draw… but not fast enough. They say confession is good for the soul. Sadly, I don’t have one. 😉
You’re a monster!
Hee hee hee! 🙂