Serial Killer's Note Mad Libs Dear Fuckhead Asshole Mother Rat Bastard I killed your daughter your son your mother your goldfish . I did it out of lust love torment insanity hate anger . I had lots of fun doing it. He/she deserved to die. I got his/her blood guts brains semen all over me. It was a mess. That's what I get for using a(n) butcher knife chainsaw ice pick electric serrated meat knife butter knife though, right? I hope you didn't mind me writing "Death to the Twigs" "Vote For Me" "Twinkie Wuz Here" "Fuck Off" on your refrigerator front door wall toilet seat in his/her blood. If you did mind, oh well, fuck you you can go to hell who cares eat spam guts . By the way, I hope you don't feel that this killing was an isolated incident. I've killed many tons of no other twenty million other people. Victims walk the street in dead man's children's hobo's ugly clothing. I'll be fucking killing raping torturing tickling more people tomorrow. And there's nothing something lots of things you can do to stop me. So ha ha ha! The police are helpless clueless stupid fat pigs . The people of this city are at my mercy. I am your god master daddy pimp . Anyway, I must go now. It's time for a quickie my medication a killing spree my nap . Have a nice day. Sincerely, the killer god yo motha jeffrey dahmer's twin godzilla .