Yesterday I posted a blog about the murder of Robert Wone. So, I am feeling extra irritated and petty. So imma roast the three men who claimed that an intruder came in and stabbed Robert, and they completely lied to get out of trouble or take accountability for their actions, and now they are even more full of shit.

Let’s DO this!

I have a theory, or maybe it’s already an existing one, but let’s talk about MURDER MATH!

Four men in a home. Joe, Dylan, Victor, and beloved Robert ( my ❤️ heart)

Robert is dead less than an hour after arriving.

The one in the middle was one of Robert’s close friends. He does not know what friendship means 😀

Joe was probably the ringleader.

Joe: K. So we have stabbed a man. What do we do?

Victor: Maybe we should call the-

Dylan: One of my knives has gone a missin. He says in his best Southern damsel-in-distress accent.

Joe: FEAR LESS, we shall say an intruder came into the home and stabbed him. Get cleaned up, boys. Victor, call the paramedics and cry.

Victor: But-

Joe: I SAID CRY, bitch.

Joe:

Victor (on the phone):

Victor on the phone taking pages from his book of acting: 🎭 HELP! HELP! A man has been stabbed by an intruder, and there is no sign of forced entry, and somehow the other tenants are perfectly okay and like totally fine. Can you please send help?

911 Dispatcher: um…. 😶

Meanwhile, Joe and Dylan are fresh outta the shower; that is not in Compton, but straight outta bullshit.

what. Yeah, so all three of these… useless, rustic tangerines, unzesty margarita lime ass hoes. Changed their names… (only their last names)

As much as I wish the justice system did… well, Justice, I think the best kind of karma for these moldy meatballs is to live and have the pain eat away at them until the day they die.

Or Robert can haunt them from beyond. DO IT, ROBERT!!!! Do IT!

Also, Rest In Peace, Robert. My apologies for getting carried away. But fr fr, HAUNT THEM.

Much love, -L.W.