BEEFBASKET ARCHIVE:

Sometimes in life, people just need to be murdered. Donald Shields of Atlanta knew exactly when that statement was true. And what did he do? He did his duty; that’s what. If you don’t know the story here it goes: Donald Shields, 71, snuck a fucking hand cannon into the hospital and killed Beverly Shields, 70, his wife. He shot that bitch while she was in intensive care. The only really shitty thing about it is that she didn’t see it coming because she was more than likely so out of it. Because the fact of the matter is being 70 and in intensive care is a formula that 95% of the time equals unconsciousness.

But Donald Shields saw that he made the mistake of blasting upon her without given her the satisfaction or dignity of seeing it coming and opened fire on his own ass. A murder suicide is always a fun game to play but you rarely get to witness it happening in a hospital. So on the choice of the game I award an A, but due to the creativity I’ll make it an A++, the second plus is actually awarded because I’m sure the mess will keep that hospital even more unsanitary for quite some time. Hopefully those two old codgers had hepatitis or AIDS and it got splattered all over the latex gloves in secrecy.

Donald Shields ended his life, but not before he ended his wife’s. Beverly Shields, born in Beverly Hills, worked at Good Will but got fired because she steals, IV provided her meals until Donald decided to kill. They are now both dead with holes in each head, no longer in a hospital bed, but all covered in red from the bled, all filled with dread, in a shed with my friends Fred, Ed, Ned and Ted, eating bread they spread with lead, they pled to tread and later wed, that’s what I said while smoking thread.