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    Joe Methany






    My story

    "It all started back in July of 1994. I was at work, I was a truck driver. I was working overtime this one night. Then I got off and went home as I always did. But when I opened the door and turned on the light, I noticed there was nothing there. My ole lady had taken everything including my son and left me. Her leaving was not my problem. But she took my 6-year-old son with her. She was a crack addict and a worthless piece of ****. I would have paid her to get out of my life. All she had to do was take my son over to my mothers house and she could have had everything else and be gone.

    I found out about 6 months later she had moved on the other side of town with some ******* that had her out selling her ass for drugs. They got busted for drugs and they took my son away from them for child neglect and child abuse.

    I had no chance of going to social services and trying to get my son back do to my past criminal record. So I took it upon myself with the hatred I had for these 2 who lost my son, to go looking for them. I had found out from someone that they was going under that bridge and getting high with some homeless mother****ers who lived under that bridge.

    I went under there looking for them. They were not there, but the two homeless mother****ers they got high with them were down there. They were passed out on some old stinking mattress and that's where they were when I left, except there were dead from being chopped up.

    That same night I lured the first crackwhore down under that bridge. I got her high and was trying to get information out of her about my ole ladies whereabouts. She acted like she didn't know, so I beat the hell out of her and ****d her ass then killed her. I put her in some bushes and went and lured the second ***** down there. I did the same to her as the last one, but as I was about to throw her in the bushes with the other one I noticed an old blackman down by the river fishing looking back up at me. I grabbed a steel pipe that was lying by and ran down on him and layed his head wide open. So I put the two girls and him in the river and weighed them down with rocks.

    That was a very busy night for me 5 murders within about 7 hours. I washed up in that river and cleaned up the crime scene as much as I could, then left. 2 1/2 weeks later I was arrested and charged with the murders of the 2 men I chopped up. I spent close to 18 months in Baltimore City Jail waiting to go to trial. The trial lasted 1 week and it was thrown out of court cause of lack of evidence.

    I was free again. I went back and talked my old boss into giving my job back to me at the pallet company. There was a little trailer on the property, so I told my boss to let me stay there and I could keep an eye on the place. He agreed to this and gave me the keys to the front gate and main building. The company was on a dead end road and was very isolated. It was perfect for what I wanted to do.

    I lured 2 more crackwhores up there to my trailer. I killed and butchered their bodies up. I cut the meat up and put it in some Tupperware bowls then put it in a freezer. I buried the remains in several shallow graves in a little woods behind the company.

    Over the next couple weeks on the weekends I opened up a little open-pit beef stand. I had real roast beef and pork sandwiches and why not they were very good. The human body tastes was very similar to pork. If you mix it together no one can tell the difference.

    Everything was going pretty good until I ran out of my special meat. So I lured another ***** up to my trailer. I got her in there and started to rip her clothes off and knocking the hell out of her. She was screaming, but there was no one around to hear her except me. And I just kept on laughing at her.

    I turned around for a split second, and that was my mistake, for she ran out the door before I could get to her. There was an 8-foot chain link fence with barbwire on top of it around the front of the company. There was a stack of wooden pallets next to the fence about 10 feet high. That ***** scaled those pallets like a monkey and jumped the fence, and ran down to the main road where some guy in a pickup truck picked her up and took her to a nearby gas station where they called the cops.

    Well I knew the cops were on the way, but I didn't run. I gathered up her clothing, grabbed the keys to the gate, and went out and opened it. Soon as I step out the gate a cop car pulled up. And the cop jumped out and pulled his gun on me and told me to get on the ground. And that is where it all came to an end.

    They took me down and booked me. She had told them that I said I was going to kill her like the rest. Which was true. They had me sitting in a little room down at homicide drilling me and damn near kissing my ass. Trying to find out what I had done. They pulled me out of city jail everyday for 1 month taking me back and forth between the company and the bridge.

    I had they going crazy over at the company digging up the remains of those 2 *****es there. Cause I had their remains buried in 7 different holes. The only thing I feel bad about in any of this, is I didn't get to murder the 2 mother****ers I was really after. And that's my ex ole lady and the bastard she got hooked up with.

    Well that's my story, horrible but true. So the next time you're riding down the road and you happen to see an open pit beef stand, that you've never seen before, make sure you think about this story before you take a bite of that sandwich. Sometimes you never know who you may be eating. Ha! Ha!"


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      Originally posted by Beercules View Post





      Same friend who can't hold his liquor, we always draw on him.
      Reminds me of this Dave Chappelle bit (from 1:10 on)

      Last edited by BrometheusBob.; 09-23-2015, 10:51 PM.

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        Originally posted by BOXEO _ View Post
        Joe Methany






        My story

        "It all started back in July of 1994. I was at work, I was a truck driver. I was working overtime this one night. Then I got off and went home as I always did. But when I opened the door and turned on the light, I noticed there was nothing there. My ole lady had taken everything including my son and left me. Her leaving was not my problem. But she took my 6-year-old son with her. She was a crack addict and a worthless piece of ****. I would have paid her to get out of my life. All she had to do was take my son over to my mothers house and she could have had everything else and be gone.

        I found out about 6 months later she had moved on the other side of town with some ******* that had her out selling her ass for drugs. They got busted for drugs and they took my son away from them for child neglect and child abuse.

        I had no chance of going to social services and trying to get my son back do to my past criminal record. So I took it upon myself with the hatred I had for these 2 who lost my son, to go looking for them. I had found out from someone that they was going under that bridge and getting high with some homeless mother****ers who lived under that bridge.

        I went under there looking for them. They were not there, but the two homeless mother****ers they got high with them were down there. They were passed out on some old stinking mattress and that's where they were when I left, except there were dead from being chopped up.

        That same night I lured the first crackwhore down under that bridge. I got her high and was trying to get information out of her about my ole ladies whereabouts. She acted like she didn't know, so I beat the hell out of her and ****d her ass then killed her. I put her in some bushes and went and lured the second ***** down there. I did the same to her as the last one, but as I was about to throw her in the bushes with the other one I noticed an old blackman down by the river fishing looking back up at me. I grabbed a steel pipe that was lying by and ran down on him and layed his head wide open. So I put the two girls and him in the river and weighed them down with rocks.

        That was a very busy night for me 5 murders within about 7 hours. I washed up in that river and cleaned up the crime scene as much as I could, then left. 2 1/2 weeks later I was arrested and charged with the murders of the 2 men I chopped up. I spent close to 18 months in Baltimore City Jail waiting to go to trial. The trial lasted 1 week and it was thrown out of court cause of lack of evidence.

        I was free again. I went back and talked my old boss into giving my job back to me at the pallet company. There was a little trailer on the property, so I told my boss to let me stay there and I could keep an eye on the place. He agreed to this and gave me the keys to the front gate and main building. The company was on a dead end road and was very isolated. It was perfect for what I wanted to do.

        I lured 2 more crackwhores up there to my trailer. I killed and butchered their bodies up. I cut the meat up and put it in some Tupperware bowls then put it in a freezer. I buried the remains in several shallow graves in a little woods behind the company.

        Over the next couple weeks on the weekends I opened up a little open-pit beef stand. I had real roast beef and pork sandwiches and why not they were very good. The human body tastes was very similar to pork. If you mix it together no one can tell the difference.

        Everything was going pretty good until I ran out of my special meat. So I lured another ***** up to my trailer. I got her in there and started to rip her clothes off and knocking the hell out of her. She was screaming, but there was no one around to hear her except me. And I just kept on laughing at her.

        I turned around for a split second, and that was my mistake, for she ran out the door before I could get to her. There was an 8-foot chain link fence with barbwire on top of it around the front of the company. There was a stack of wooden pallets next to the fence about 10 feet high. That ***** scaled those pallets like a monkey and jumped the fence, and ran down to the main road where some guy in a pickup truck picked her up and took her to a nearby gas station where they called the cops.

        Well I knew the cops were on the way, but I didn't run. I gathered up her clothing, grabbed the keys to the gate, and went out and opened it. Soon as I step out the gate a cop car pulled up. And the cop jumped out and pulled his gun on me and told me to get on the ground. And that is where it all came to an end.

        They took me down and booked me. She had told them that I said I was going to kill her like the rest. Which was true. They had me sitting in a little room down at homicide drilling me and damn near kissing my ass. Trying to find out what I had done. They pulled me out of city jail everyday for 1 month taking me back and forth between the company and the bridge.

        I had they going crazy over at the company digging up the remains of those 2 *****es there. Cause I had their remains buried in 7 different holes. The only thing I feel bad about in any of this, is I didn't get to murder the 2 mother****ers I was really after. And that's my ex ole lady and the bastard she got hooked up with.

        Well that's my story, horrible but true. So the next time you're riding down the road and you happen to see an open pit beef stand, that you've never seen before, make sure you think about this story before you take a bite of that sandwich. Sometimes you never know who you may be eating. Ha! Ha!"


        well, holy shit.

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          tyson fury is ***n lame.

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            Fear is in all of us, I don't know if fear is even the right word to describe what is inside of me. I guess it would be more like anxiety mixed with nerves and a case of an upset stomach. It's one thing to spar in your own gym, or even travel and spar at other gyms where you don't know who the other guy is. This is different, there's a crowd and the noise they are making sounds like a monster inside a cave that you must enter to get the prize.

            I'm alone now, my hands are wrapped, and I'm going through what I have to do in my mind. Going over and over in my head what my coach has told me, then thinking about really wanting to hurt him. Then again, he wants to hurt me too, that feeling in my stomach stirs up again...

            I hear a voice in the hallway saying fight 1 is over, I'm fight 3. The time is getting closer, the fear of losing is stronger than the anticipation of winning. I have to change that, I have to think I'm indestructible, that I can't be beat. I have not convinced myself of that yet though, as that feeling in my stomach gets even stronger.

            "Time to glove up!", those words come as the door swings open and my silence is interrupted by familiar faces. The locker room fills with noise and chatter, drowning out my thoughts I was having amid the feint sounds behind the door. I put on the gloves, I slowly lower my arm straight down as my trainer holds the glove for me to push into, it feels like an extension of my body. I open and close my hands to feel the texture and raise it to my face to smell the Mexican leather, I love that smell.

            As my gloves are hitting my trainers mitts, I can hear the slap from leather to leather contact. I'm slipping and ducking shots thrown back at me, and getting warmed up. My body starts to take over my mind, and now it's just a blur but I'm executing the combinations properly. Sweat starts to trickle down the side of my face, and my muscles feel loose. The anxiety in me starts to get stronger, I feel moments of weakness, even fatigue as I know the fight is nearing.

            I see my trainer walk out, then back, in what seems like a much longer time than it actually is. "Showtime", he says with a smile. My face isn't smiling though, it just has an empty look with nothing behind my eyes. As I walk through the hallway of this old auditorium, I start to think how many fights it's seen. How many shows, plays or functions it has hosted. Then the sounds of the crowd get louder and louder until I get pushed through what looks like a makeshift curtain.

            As I step through the curtain, I see a bright light right in may face. I can't see anything but I hear the crowd now cheering. I walk through the crowd that is separated by a barrier, and I see men in yellow shirts with the word "security" written in black. I'm pushed along, shadow boxing by instinct and now I can see the ring. It's elevated above the crowd and I can hear familiar voices screaming out my name. I see people in the ring now, and bright lights above it. My opponent is already in there, as I can see his legs from under that bottom rope from the angle I'm peering in from.

            I walk up these steps, lower my head to enter the ring as I always have in the gym, but this time it's different. The ring is clean and neat, there are ring girls in there and a referee. I turn around and my trainer starts to apply vaseline to my face. The slickness of it mixes with my sweat and coats my face. My coach whispers words of encouragement in my ear and tells me to relax, but I can't as now I hear my heart in my chest and my pulse in my arms. I turn around and I see my opponents face for the first time.

            The referee tells my coach to walk to the center, he grabs my arm to bring me with him as I don't seem to respond to the instructions. Now I'm a few feet from my opponent, he looks strong and his body hard. He is sweating too, and we lock our eyes to one another. I don't want to be the first to look away, so I stare until I have to blink but I don't.

            Then it happens, he blinks and looks away for a split second. My anxiety now turns into confidence and we step back. I don't turn around to walk, but walk backwards so I can never look away from him.

            Then I hear my trainers voice yell out clearly amid the noise of the crowd. His voice is the only thing I hear until I hear a loud bell.....
            Last edited by Cuauhtémoc1520; 09-24-2015, 10:05 AM.

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              "Charles Darwin came up with the Theory of Evolution because he was influenced by Satan" - Dr. Ben Carson


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                Originally posted by BOXEO _ View Post
                "Charles Darwin came up with the Theory of Evolution because he was influenced by Satan" - Dr. Ben Carson


                Ben Carson is shattering the stereotypes... about brain surgeons.

                Just goes to show you that one can know a whole lot about brain surgery and almost nothing about anything else.

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                  Originally posted by Sweet Pea 50 View Post
                  Wlad pulled out due to the nightmare he had of fury standing over him in the center of the ring wearing this costume.


                  Imagine getting ko'd and waking up to this...

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                    Originally posted by -MEGA- View Post
                    Wlad pulled out due to the nightmare he had of fury standing over him in the center of the ring wearing this costume.


                    Imagine getting ko'd and waking up to this...

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                      Originally posted by BrometheusBob View Post
                      Ben Carson is shattering the stereotypes... about brain surgeons.

                      Just goes to show you that one can know a whole lot about brain surgery and almost nothing about anything else.

                      He's a brain surgeon? I thought he was a gynecologist. He's rolling in the dough if he's a brain surgeon.

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