Here’s a classic blog about Murder She Wrote. What kind of fucked up show is this? Every where she goes someone happens to gets murdered and it doesn’t seem to affect her. You would think that after a dozen murders it would get to her. You think she would be a little depressed and never leave home again. Hmm the boy was raped, mutilated and brutally stabbed to death over thirty times. What a sensational mystery! Lets see who it could be? Could it be the mother? And she will ask her questions about her son’s murder without a shed of emotion. Does she ever go one week without someone getting murdered? Hmm no murders this week? I guess I will attend to my nephews wedding and hopefully none of the bride’s maids will get smothered to death by the wedding cake. Honestly I’m scared shitless of this grandma. My theory is that she’s the behind all of the murders but gets away with it each time because nobody would think an old lady could pull them off. Try writing something about something else besides people getting killed, like puppies or flowers or the disappearance of pandas in the wild. It would be crazy if they made a movie about it. I’d call it Murder She Wrote, the Case of the Serial Decapitator.
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