Oddly Specific

Oh dear. It looks like Mr. and Mrs. Stickman have been fighting again. This is what happens when you marry someone just to please you parents, kids. Looks like Mrs. Stickman has found Sticky’s stash of porn. Run kids! Don’t get between a man and the dump truck with 300 gigs of thirty second snippets on it!

Doesn’t look like that porn is coming back. Sticky seems to be handling it well. Or…not. No no, Stickman. You can’t push your wife off a cliff. Look at all those witnesses. Someone surely would report you.

There’s a better plan. Hit her in the head with a shovel and bury her somewhere no one would EVER look. The backyard. Wait, maybe that wasn’t the best idea either.

Too late to turn back now Sticky. You’ve done the deed and now you have to cover your tracks. Quick, put the body in a trash can (haHA! revenge) and get her down to the sub-basement. Ooo, karma. Kicked in pretty instantly didn’t it? Reader, you saw nothing. NOTHING. *sidles off*

-Lady of Odd