It has come to my attention that several frequent visitors to this site have doubted the authenticity of my stories. One fellow expressed the following, “So you can survive a beating that should have killed most 20 year olds, go on to convince a retarded kid to murder three people, and then brag about it on a world wide resources?”. To this a must first point out that I’ve never heard of a kick to the balls or a bare-handed punch to the face killing anyone(and I’ve been in 2 World Wars). To the rest of this young pussy’s question I must respond with a simple ‘yes’. I am at the peak of physical fitness. I could take on any twenty year old(that’s 78 years difference) and win in the fight(Those who doubt this claim may schedule an appointment, ahem arse whooping, by signing the guestbook). Thomas Edgecomb doesn’t have a bum arm or a hip that breaks every time he sneezes. No Sir, I am a 98 year old god and I have the body to prove it. I don’t need Bob Dole schilling me Viagra on the TV. My lil’ Thomas stands up just fine all by himself(and hopefully will soon be poking Patricia). Lastly, I am responsible for the murders of the three goons. I’ve killed before and I’ll kill again!!!! Come and get me. Hahaha, what are they going to do give me life in prison? Pfffft, From Northbay I’ve learned to pack my arse with ground glass and besides, they never bother the old guys anyway. Come and get me!
Until Next Time,
Thomas Edgecomb
3/24/01 |
