Okay so the Facebook guy killed himself. Good, if he'd been taken alive we'd waste all kinds of money on his trial and then imprisoning him and feeding and housing him.
If only he'd turned the gun on himself sooner.
__________________ Chicken Boo, what's the matter with you? You don't act like the other chickens do. You wear a disguise to look like human guys, but you're not a man you're a Chicken Boo.
It's also weird to me to kill a random person because you're upset at another person. I'm not advocating going after anyone, but you'd think he would have targeted this woman he was so upset over as opposed to a random guy.
__________________ Chicken Boo, what's the matter with you? You don't act like the other chickens do. You wear a disguise to look like human guys, but you're not a man you're a Chicken Boo.
It all comes down to this roll. Roy Munson, a man-child, with a dream to topple bowling giant Ernie McCracken. If he strikes, he's the 1979 Odor-Eaters Champion. He's got one foot in the frying pan and one in the pressure cooker. Believe me, as a bowler, I know that right about now, your bladder feels like an overstuffed vacuum cleaner bag and your butt is kinda like an about-to-explode bratwurst.