Jim liked to get his hands dirty, REAL DIRTY.
Jim liked to shovel, and that ment trouble!
He was in his late fifties. Or so he says. He pronounced every here and there that soon would be his "day of days!"
A hillbilly at heart, Jim was not very smart. The only friends that he knew, where the family he had grew. They were never apart.
One morning a bit early, he grabbed at his shovel. He dug at the backyard, bloody fingers and rubble.
Bodies pitched over, again and again! One of the bodies stretched & covered was a young boy of ten.
A neighbor came out as the stentch lingered in the air. Jim turned about and asked "Is this life ever fair?"
The neighbor still watching, with cellphone in hand. Jim threw the shovel, to his throat it did land!
Another body was stricken unto the ground, as ol' Jims' rotted teeth started lickin' like a hound!
He chewed at the flesh, although still warm and uncooked. So lewed and obssesed, severed skin torn to a meathook.
...So there you have it "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah" ...If you witness his havoc just run away, yay, yay, yay!
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