Here is yet another story of just how insidious marihuana, also know as The Devil's Weed, can be.
Richard Elwood Sanden killed an old whore by giving her narcotics, then he raped her dead body.
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An Ohio man charged with necrophilia swears he had no idea the woman was dead when they were having sex, police said.
Authorities arrested Richard Sanden earlier this week after finding that the 55-year-old had sexual relations with the corpse of Rebecca Whitehead, the Washington Times-Herald reports.
Sanden called the cops to alert them of the 48-year-old's death, according to police documents, and had performed CPR on her until emergency personnel arrived.
The Geneva, Ohio, man said he had met Whitehead through a telephone dateline and had been seeing her for nearly four months, police said. That night, before engaging in sexual intercourse, Sanden said he and the woman had been drinking and smoking marijuana.
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While the depths that the unsaved can sink to never surprise me, it is still a bit troubling when we are presented with a story like this. I will admit however that while I was still a raging unsaved homo, something frightfully similar happened to me.
The year was 1982 and my Sodomania was at its peak. I was living in tar-paper houseboat in Sausalito California with three other unrepentant queens. We performed oral sex on tourists for pennies during the day, and our nights were non-stop drug fueled orgies of anal fornication that I will not describe here, as the last thing I would want to do is offend any of my True Christian™ friends.
One fateful night on the waterfront, we met a tender young lad named Jerrold. Poor, sweet Jerrold. He was an eighteen year old runaway from Kansas with stars in his eyes. My sodomite compatriots and I set upon him like lions on a young gazelle. After plying him with liquor, hashish, and spray paint, we led him stumbling back to our stinking boat.
The four of us then dosed ourselves with our usual cocktail of methamphetamines, LSD, and cough syrup. The rest of that awful night was a blur of unimaginable gay horrors. Jerrold probably passed away sometime around 1:00AM, but of course we did not notice until sometime around noon the next day. After burning his body and dumping the charred remains in the bay, we all went about our disgusting gay business as if nothing at all had happened.
Of course, because I have since accepted Jesus as my personal savior and completed my Ex-Gay© treatment, I am no longer troubled by the indiscretions of my youth. I shout glory to God that He chose to forgive and accept me into His Kingdom. Praise!