I love to look at the s** offender registry. I write down names and addresses and harass those bastards. Sometimes I scare them so much, I have them crying and begging for their lives. Like last weekend, I saw one working with his son in their backyard. I went over with my ax and threatened the father while the son, about 10, was crying hysterically in the back. I never hurt them physically, but it felt good to make them scared. I told them if his father ever hurt another woman, I would come back and chop both their hands and penises off, because the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I got to watch these 5 s** offenders in my neighborhood.