A Psychic Boyfriend and a Murderous Uncle

This is a rather long story involving murder, young love and a drunk scotchman. It's like your 17 year old, you get four dollars an hour job. And then what happens? That sarra ying. But also the emy. All right. This one's called a murderous uncle and my drunk, psychic boy friend. Todotdotr that's the best way. On about his fifth bottle of red wine. The acid alone. Well, eat your lower body. Oh god, no. I'm sorry if you say that with a scottish axant find. But if not, go fack yourself. You're wrong.