The count to 10 000 re-reloaded!

[woodyloveslinkin]

504 hello the beautiful people off LPF.

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505 hello nasty people of lpf (yes you gradon XD)

[LPShinodaFM]

506................. Yes gradon no one likes you D:

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507 screwdriver

[LPShinodaFM]

508............... just like no one likes sour milk

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509 If you don't like this strawberry yoghurt I'm having shove it up your ass so next time you pee you'll be peeing out my yoghurt.

[FireHawk]

510. Holy shit KK your name is Jess? The my-ex and best friend (who basically my journal has been about the last 2 weeks has the same name) LoL. I saw that name and was like holy shit, but your from Kanada...

[diana]

...511...

502 yeah that like asking how a dick in your ass can be pleasurable ... i have no idea and im not going to find out either xD

Well, about that...I heard it can be very pleasurable...othervise I don't think so many people would do it, right?

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And now I better shut up...xD

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512 magic parcel

[diana]

...513...

Time for relaxing...^^

[Linkin_lp_park]

514 Hell yeah

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515 blllllaaaaaa

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516 dont tell me cos it hurts

[FireHawk]

517.

 

502 yeah that like asking how a dick in your ass can be pleasurable ... i have no idea and im not going to find out either xD

 

There is a spot called the "P-Spot" by many that is similar to the G-Spot. It is suppose to be very pleasurable. I don't know from experience, but that is what is said. Anal sex, I have heard (since I am not gay), is very painful for the receiver the first time. It can cause tearage. That is all I am gonna say for more check Google.

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518........

[Friðbjörn]

519

 

but google is only a blank white page =(

 

 

lol

but yeah. some people like buttsecks. me on the other hand, I just like spelling the word that way

[LPShinodaFM]

520......

1. like oh-my-gawd. yeah I'm called Jess -__-

2. Buttsecks!!

3. Thanks for the info, FH, we all learn something new everyday.

[FireHawk]

521.

1) I know its not that big of a deal >___>

2) BUTTSECKS! I would never receive...but if it was a really hot chic and she was in to that give me a condom and I will "poo dive"

3) Your welcome my pizza rolls are done now...

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522 carry on keep on romancing carry on carry on dancing

[littleblackstone]

523 indeed Jess

thanks Hawk we always get to learn something new everyday :lol:

 

but it's nothing i'd ever try out... :X

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524

BRIGHT COLOURS !!!

[littleblackstone]

525

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I think mine is way cooler

[littleblackstone]

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528

 

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“Oh holy mother of God, I think I’m going to…” It was already too late. Marco ran out of the crime scene and vomited on the garden outside the house. What he had just saw with his own eyes, was horrible. It was more horrible that he knew the victim. Ravyn stood in the doorway not knowing what to feel or not knowing what to say. She turned around and walked outside to comfort the man that had just seen about everything under the sun when it came to cruel minds and disgusting ways of torture. She patted him on the back.

“See, I knew taking me along to one of these crime scenes was a bad idea, I was more happy in the autopsy room then more than anything,” Ravyn said smoothly, as she stopped patting Marco on the back and he stood up as he wiped his mouth clean with his scene. “I’m even surprised that they are letting us handle this case, after what I just saw in there.”

“Who would do that to her?” asked Marco, almost at tears. “She’s married and has two kids for God sakes.”

“So does that automatically make the husband a suspect?” asked Ravyn, as Marco shook his head in denial of such a possibility.

“There’s no way he would do this to her, he loved Anette too much to do this to her,” denied Marco. “Who would do that to her?” He kept asking Ravyn and himself that question repetitively. Ravyn shrugged. She didn’t know the answer and she was kinda glad that she didn’t know the answer or she would’ve had her ass under a microscope by the whole FBI squad by now. “I don’t know who the hell this stupid and sick fuck is, but I’m going to have her ass pinned down to Satan’s crib, for it big time.” Ravyn had heard various rumours about how Marco lost his temper a couple of times in the interrogation rooms and how he had to be asked to leave by the guards. She didn’t want to be at the wrong end of his wrath when he was pissed. “For fuck’s sake, some people are just…cruel.”

“Welcome to reality, I just assumed you learnt this lesson ages ago, based on the fact that you’ve been working here longer than I have,” Ravyn replied, as a number of investigators walked past her and the cops had started to roll out the yellow and black tape that read CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS around Anette’s property. “Come back inside. There’s no point lingering outside here and having a bitch about what’s real and what’s not real. I mean, why don’t you just run straight into a brick wall while you’re at level of stupidity?” Marco looked at Ravyn and crossed his arms. He was about to say something but Ravyn cut him off. “I know what you’re going to say and I’m not going to say anything further about it. So you can take your little bitch mode and shove it back into wherever it came from.”

“Not helping with the current crisis we’ve just got on our hands…” Marco muttered. “Shove it back into your ass while you’re at it, Harris. And shove that attitude and any snide remarks you’ve got stockpiled up inside that small body of yours, into something that I have to look at on a daily basis.”

“Why would you be looking at my ass for, Heital?” asked Ravyn, as she hated the fact that people had started calling her by her surname rather than her actual name. Marco smirked at the fact that he thought of a brilliant come back and Ravyn knew what it would be. “In fact, don’t answer that question. I know what the answer is going to be.”

“Time to face the music,” Marco sighed, as Ravyn nodded in agreement. “Damn.” Marco and Ravyn went inside. They opened the door because the whole team didn’t want the surrounding body of people that were slowly crowding their way around the outside perimeters of the crime scene to see what had happened. It wasn’t as simple as get the body and leave, and never come back until you need some sort of evidence to pin someone to it. Marco’s heart dropped a trillion storeys when he saw the hanging corpse from the ceiling and downwards. He had liked her for ages as more than a friend, but he knew she was committed to her family. It was days like these he hated his job.

There she was. A noosed body with her eyes open and swinging from side to side. And under her, there was a chair. The rope had cut into her throat because she must’ve done the noose a little bit too tight, a quicker way for her to die, and the rope that was once brown that had strangled her, it was dark red with her own blood around the neck area of the noose.

“Where’s Jukka when he’s needed?” asked Ravyn, who started to look in all of the directions she could possibly move her eyes without actually physically going anywhere.

“Probably stuffing around back in the office and not doing what he’s told to do,” Marco scoffed at such a thought of Jukka being that damn lazy, as he frowned and crossed his arms. “This cannot be real.”

“Do you want to touch the body to make sure it is real?” asked Ravyn, as Marco looked to Ravyn unimpressed. “It is real wither you’re in denial or not.”

“No, that’s not what I meant, I mean by it when I say it cannot be real, is that, it doesn’t fit,” Marco struggled to find the words to explain what he meant. “Her eyes are open. If Anette was suicidal, she would have her eyes closed, so that, death would come easily and she wouldn’t be awake to see it come. She wasn’t suicidal to start with. She was actually quite happy with her life. This is a set up, Harris. Fifty bucks says it’s a set up. There’s no possible or reasonable way that she would kill herself, that’s why I say it.”

“She’s not gutted though,” Ravyn noticed. “There have been two other victims that have not been gutted. This killer is starting to go off track with her killing patterns. Something doesn’t make sense, it’s like she’s hurrying in her kills. But what possible links would Anette have with the killer?” Another investigator came up and interrupted them. Ravyn looked to him. “Ever learnt to wait your turn when wanting to speak to someone?”

“Watch your tongue,” warned the other investigator roughly. “We just got valuable evidence which may take us in another direction in our investigation into this cold-blooded murder.”

“It’s not your theory about how candy-canes are made again?” asked Marco, remembering a stupid argument he had with that investigator ages ago. The investigator shook his head. “Oh well, in that case, shoot for it.”

“We just got male chromosomes, and he’s on our database,” answered the investigator.

“Quite contradictory, because we got female chromosomes the first few times in the other victims,” Ravyn challenged. “And who are you to tell me to watch my tongue to start with?”

“Someone who’s been working here longer and harder than you have missy,” retorted the other investigator, as he walked off to another room, as he gave Ravyn one last nasty glare.

“Stop the attitude Harris, it’s starting to annoy me,” ordered Marco, as Ravyn and Marco caught each other’s eyes.

“I cannot believe this, in fact, I refuse to believe this, this cannot be happening,” said Ravyn, as she stood on the other side of the mirror in the interrogation room and she massaged her head because she was getting a headache from all the bullshit she was being thrown within a couple of hours of each instance. First it was the fact that everyone thought that Anette had committed suicide and that no one would listen to a word Marco said about her not being suicidal, and now this. “Tell me this is a dream and I am going to wake up next to Rob or something.”

“Wait, you know him?” asked Marco, surprised, as he turned to Ravyn. “Wow. You get around.”

“Excuse me, but he’s my ex-fiancé from about two and half days ago,” Ravyn defended such accusations that Marco had just come out with. “Fuck you Marco.”

“Well excuse me too, but I have to go and do my job now,” retorted Marco, as he left the room through the side door.

“For once,” Ravyn added as she stood in the same room, trying to believe the unbelievable. It was like trying to believe that Joanna actually had the intelligence of someone who had won the National Spelling Bee, despite the fact Joanna was mentally dyslexic on a constant basis and couldn’t even spell the word Sarah, without putting an E somewhere in the middle of the first A and the whatever punctation mark came after the H. Marco entered the hallway outside and shortly appeared in the room where people thought it was an ordinary mirror, but it was just a gateway window to another room. “Let’s see you both work your bullshit magic, assholes. One’s an investigator who cannot hold his temper even if his life depended on it, and the other…well, fuck you, thought I said to you that I didn’t want to see you again.”

Marco closed the door and couldn’t even wait to hold the questions until he had both of the party’s attention.

“So, Mr Bourdon, how are you today? Feeling fine that you could get away with the murders for so long?” asked Marco, as Rob turned around confused as ever. Apparently they had found his DNA all over some chick’s body.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about to be honest,” answered Rob, as Marco walked over to the seat in front of Rob and sat down in it. He slumped back into it and crossed his arms, unimpressed as ever.

“Don’t bullshit me man, just don’t, I am the investigator here I do have the power to charge you right here and right now,” warned Marco.

“Well, I’m already fucking arrested for something that I didn’t do, so you may as well and bring me to my apparent long awaited death sentence that Washington got rid of years ago,” Rob retorted, also folding his arms.

You deserve death because of what you did to me, Ravyn couldn’t help but to think to herself.

“Well in that case, we’ll send you to Texas and see if you get the chair, that’s if you really want to face death because you can’t stand being in jail for a lifetime,” retorted Marco. “Cut to the crap man, and just save yourself and myself a lot of time and effort, and just fucking confess what you did to Anette and the rest of those other souls.”

“Like I’ve been saying all along, I don’t know Anette, well, I do actually but only by memory, she’s my ex-fiancée’s boss, that’s how I only know her, I swear,” defended Rob, getting impatient at the fact that no one would believe him. Even Ravyn couldn’t believe him about anything that he said nowadays. “Yes I know two of the other victims. Reznor and Filth, I swear that’s all. I just know them through my café’s business. I swear I am being set up or something, because I wouldn’t even do weed let alone harm someone to the point of death.”

“You might want to call a lawyer and get some coffee into you, it’s going to be a very long night for you Mr Bourdon,” Marco bluntly warned, handing Rob his cell phone and placing it in the centre of the table.

~