I'll Kill You. I'm Going to Kill Your Garbage Cans

A pentagram of raisins appeared on myrtle brown's cake. So she took it and threw it into the woods. That's not a solution, myrtle. It's just going to lay like, 15 feet away from you in the woods,. Some poor animal's going to come eat it. And it's been sitting out for so long, you're gong its goingto that whensh a ssatanic raccoon was born. Ill kill you. I'll kill your garbage cans. This is the bitter blood murdersi've never heard of this. O, thank you. O y, i'm scared. Te oound, sorry i left that up the