There but for the grace of… well, my own common sense go I. Let’s face it, this unfortunately named young Dutchman isn’t the first wealthy scion to kill a few bimbos. Nor will he be the last. In fact, though my lawyers will no doubt have epileptic seizures once they see this blog post, I may or may not have a few female skeletons in my closet, too.
But if that is the case — and I’m in no way confirming that it is — I can assure you that I was smart enough to never kill someone who came from a loving, caring family. For one thing, it brings way too many questions. As van der Sloot can no doubt attest! For another, there’s simply no reason to. Not with the never-ending supply of sexually abused young women-turned-prostitutes that our modern society continues to churn out at a rate that some would call alarming (but that I call just right).
Speaking of which, I’m running a little late for two-for-one night down at Pete’s Poontang Emporium, so I must bid you adieu. All the best whores are taken by 9:00 p.m., and I don’t want to get stuck with Fat Patty and her ugly sister Velma again. So until next time, adios.