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Everyone seemed so individual when I arrived at university. They had hairstyles and wore 'statement' clothes that proclaimed their interest in a particular band or social scene. I had to do something to show my own personality.

So in the second week I turned up to lectures dressed as a Victorian slaughterhouse worker, complete with long leathern apron and a belt full of antique knives. I certainly got lots of attention, and soon there was a set of groupies who'd gather round and say things like "Frank! Tell us how it was in the killing sheds of olde London town. Did the spraying blood billow steamily in the cold air, and did the animals sag to their knees with a sigh as the last dropps trickled weakly from their corpses?"

I was getting so much sex that I had to pack my cock in ice each morning, and they just kept coming back for more. "Frank! Tell me how you poleaxe a calf," they'd moan as I took them from behind. "Frank! Tell me how it was living in unspeakable poverty!" they'd yelp as I hosed them.

Not really. I was arrested and then sectioned.
(frankspencer, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:08, 3 replies)

The same happened to me
But I killed 14 people and said God told me to do it.
(frankspencer, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:18, closed)

Which flavour of God?
"Old Test" or the new and improved?
( monkeybananaraffle, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:24, closed)

fresh 'n' fruity
The one for homosexual christians
(frankspencer, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 11:27, closed)