So while talking to my mom today she mentions a curious incident that happened in my home country a few days ago. A guy finds out his wife is cheating on him. Naturally being the genius that he is, he decides to go kill the guy his wife was cheating on him with. I'm curious why they never go after the spouse, girlfriend/boyfriend whatever but that is for another time.
Anyway, he goes to the guy's job and proceeds to kill him and the guy's boss walks in, he unfortunately gets killed too. Now at some point our noble enraged husband decides that he is going to decapitate both his victims and personally deliver their heads to the police and he proceeds to do just that. Now here's the kicker, he removes their heads places them in a bucket and goes to the police station. Upon arriving he proudly places the bucket on a desk and declares to the officers present that he has brought them two heads. Naturally everyone wonders what the hell he is talking about and gathers around the bucket. I would assume that our culprit would have been covered in blood or would have at least had some wounds on his body to support his claim that he had just viciously murdered two men but apparently they didn't take him too seriously until he opened the bucket that is. At which point the group of officers around him, some of whom were armed, simultaneously took of running. At least that is how the story goes.
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On a lighter note, playing Call of Duty today, Search and Destroy on Underpass. Very long, very intense game with every round coming down to a 1 on 1 stand off. Score is tied, round winner takes the match and naturally (yes I love using that word) it's down to one of my not so reliable friends vs one of the better players on the other team. He decides to camp out, puts down a claymore and begins the ever exhausting waiting game. Eventually he gets tired of it and begins to slowly move around vigilantly checking every corner, reacting to every single movement then nothing. He stops moving, stops looking around, stares up at the sky, pulls out a grenade, throws it at his feet and watches it as it goes off, thereby killing himself in quite spectacular fashion. We lose of course.but surprisingly no one is complaining, the guys we were playing against weren't even celebrating, no one is saying a thing. Everyone is simply wondering what the hell happened, then seemingly out of nowhere he suddenly says "Sorry guys I couldn't take the pressure." Uncontrollable laughter ensues :p
