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Charles Manson Married.
Who would marry this guy?
Marrying Charles Manson’s got to be a shot-gun wedding with the Devil, right?
I mean he’s Charles Manson?
He’s the mastermind of the The Helter Skelter murders.
He’s the diabolical demon who murdered Sharon Tate with the swastika tattoo on his forehead.
This guy should have been shanked in a prison shower decades ago.
Getting married? The real news? This horse’s ass is still alive.
So yesterday the news was filled with Charlie Manson getting married.
Wedding bells are going to chime….in hell.
This is wrong on every conceivable level.
1st of all, he’s a killer. 2nd of all he’s still alive. 3rd of all he’s psychotic.
“If anyone objects to the union of this couple may they speak now or forever hold their peace.”
“Reverend. He’s a damned killer and that thing on the bridge of his nose makes me uncomfortable. I object.”
“Court adjourned!”
Charlie Manson married? Seriously? It’s a Saturday Night Live skit, right?
Surprised the censors would even allow it.
The wedding invitation is a blue print for matrimonial disaster.
He’s 80 years old. She’s 26.
54 years of difference.
There were less years between World Wars and times Queen Elizabeth raised her royal petty coat for Prince Phillip.
If a 26-year-old woman wants to get close to human waste, move to a New Jersey beach.
If he she wants to yell out “harder grandpa” during the wedding night, then this is a match.com success story.
Manson is evil, and disturbed.
Whether these two personality traits will put lead in an old man’s jail house pencil is anyone’s guess.
I bet its gonna take a handful of Prison Viagra to put a smile on his bride’s face.
54 years of difference?
The only human applauding and losing his bowels at the same moment is Hugh Hefner.
“54 years? I can do 54 years standing on my head,” Hefner is rumored to have said.
This couple is dysfunctional and incongruous.
They are a large pizza slathered with whale blubber.
Yum.
Pass the pea soup vomit please.
You are cordially invited to the wedding nuptials of Charles Manson.
RSVP State Prison – Maximum Security.
And the blushing gushing goofy misguided bride?
She’s from Missouri.
hmmm.
“Must be something in the water.”
Manson is the poster child for crazy. He proudly wears as a swastika carved into his head. For this mass murderer, it’s the star at the top of his evil Christmas tree.
Our bride from Missouri? She is a blank canvas of dumb. She has a deer in the head lights stare that makes you want to run over her with your car.
“Wake up you stupid bitch. Run. Run like hell.”
At what point does love mean carving a tattoo into your forehead?
Not wanting to feel awkward at the prison social, our bride has scratched an X into her flesh.
I’m not sure what the X signifies. Is it a lazy sideways swastika? Does it mark the spot where pirates buried their booty? Where doctors removed her brain? Where Charles is supposed to bury the ice pick?
Is the X a symbol of love between a mass murderer and small town retarded girl?
The future Mrs. Manson has moved closer to the prison to be closer to her love who she hopes to one day exonerate.
She says “everyone knows the name Charles Manson, the notorious killer. But he’s not guilty.”
She wasn’t eve born when her husband to be murdered in cold blood.
Can she read? Does she not understand facts?
Hey Mrs. Manson The South won the war.
“I’m not a sunday school teacher,” Manson says, his eyes bleering hate and crazy and lust for all things 26 and from Missouri.
The news indicates there will be an intimate prison ceremony.
Published reports indicate 10 guests. No inmates.
That leaves Manson’s side of the pew empty.
Outside of Dr. Phil, and Jerry Springer who would come to this matrimonial mess?
And this just in Missouri girl. The prison says no conjugal visits.
That means no rubbing up on 80 years of sagging, swastika for you.
You’ll just have to imagine what and Up close and personal with Helter Skelter himself would have been like.
Close your eyes. Rub that sexy swastika tattoo with your imagination.
Now wake up and run, lady. Run!
Life’s Crazy™