My Personal Blog
My side of the story
How I got to where I am today :)
I am aware my background on this site is not very manly, but the blue flowers represent desire and love. My love is for Gertrude and my desire was to have the title as the king. Which I achieved, and received what I wanted.
Gertrude and I have been seeing each other for quite sometime. It all began when Gertrude walked in on King Hamlet "bow chi-ca wow wowing' with one of the servants. Back in the day Gertrude and I were high-school sweethearts but my brother had his ways and won over her heart. Long story short Gertrude and I have always had chemistry and she came to me right away. One thing led to another and we continued seeing each other. While keeping our affair on the down low.
King Hamlet and Gertrude were slowly loosing interest in one another. And there was only one thing in the way that kept me from my love and the throne. My brother. Enough time had gone by and I was tired of being Gertrude's 'booty call'. So I had to put my feelings and relationship aside with my brother and I had to get rid of him.
I felt like Gertrude just needed that extra push, then she would become fully commited to me. So I found a way to give her that push. I had invited my brother for a picnic outside, in a very quite neighborhood. My brother Hamlet had a fasination with birds, so it was easy for me to find a way to distract him. I said "Oh look theres's a bird!" then I killed him by injecting a syringe with posion into his ear.
Then I finished my pbj sandwich and enjoyed my refreshing Pepsi. A good picnic couldn't go to waste. I picked up everything then went on with my day. I thought tempering with the body would take up to much time, I had an appointment for a fresh cut.
Some people describe me as manipulitive, I can be very convincing. Eventually someone came across the body, no one expected me to be responisble for his death. So I got off on a clean slate. Gertrude came to me and we got married right away. So in the end I got the lady and the power. What every man strives for. You may ask does the guilt really eat me up inside? Well yes, you would have to be meantly ill if you felt nothing after killing someone. But I see that the pros way out the cons. Gotta do what you gotta do. #pimpin #yolo #messwithme