tis the one day this man came to the door selling newspapers.
I invited him in and made him some tea. though he might want some toast too with raspberry jelly.
After his snack he properly sat back in the large sofa and again asked me for my order of his paper.
Then it hit me.
I snatched the fucking clipboard from his hands and smacked him acros the head with it knocking his glasses to the floor. I then grabbed him by his politel little tie and choked him while lifting him up by the tie and wrapping it around the ceiling fan till he hung there helplessly.
I turned the fan on full and he spun around screaming and crying, while with his butter knife I slit his leg so the blood sprayed out in a circular motion painting my walls in pure renissance.
When the fan could no longer support his puny weight, he fell down on my japenese coffee table. I used his little tea spoon from his tea cup and saucer and gouged his brown eyes out and put them in boiling water on the stove with the mushrooms.
I then stuck my fingers in his eye sockets, like a bowling ball and pulled his head off and flushed it down my toilet, like I have done before.
I laughed out loud as i watched the headless body squirm all over the floor.
I love it when people demand death