There was a gruesome story on the radio about a repeat violent offender who was having pre-prison term sex with his girlfriend at his mom's house. Apparently, mid passion attack, she made the mistake of asking if it was OK to date other guys, seeing as he was going away for years and years. It was the last dumb question she ever asked of that particular nut case.

The mother, who was downstairs minding her own business, heard an almighty racket going on upstairs and is quoted as saying, "That didn't sound like no sex hollering." Of course, the mistress of the understatement was right, and when she went upstairs to find out what was going on, she witnessed her lovely son beating the final breaths out of his girlfriend.

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