Corpsefucker

Doing that to dead persons is just horrible, I keep it to the animals.

"Corpsefucker, Fun in the Mortuary"

sounds like the name of some metal band and their new album,, or necro's new album

Part of me thinks it's horrible to defile someone's body after their dead, and another part of me thinks "What the fuck ever, they're DEAD."

  DaveMike said:

"Corpsefucker, Fun in the Mortuary"

 

sounds like the name of some metal band and their new album,, or necro's new album

Haha, that's what I thought it was when I opened the thread.

This is one of those tall tales you hear from a friend, about a friend of a friend.

Apparently this is true.

The character of our tale is a woman... lets call her Alice. She decided to move from the sunny shores of Albion to gay Paris with the intention of immersing herself in the cities trendy literary scene. After a few months of living there she had suceeded (being something of talented with words) and was regularly attending hip smokey loft parties, frequenting the bright waterfront cafes and wandering the lanes feeling warm and satisfied, at last having found her place in the world.

At a party after a book launch, she caught the eye of a tall awkward looking fellow across the room. A suspicious character, dark and alluring. She approached him and their courtship began. She met with him a few times over the next few weeks, fascinated by his mysterious nature. Inevitably the relationship became sexual and for a time they had regular intercourse.

One morning she woke to find an aggressive rash on her neck and the inside of her thighs. Though alarmed she did not immediately seek medical advice, she bought some rash cream but had yet to register with a doctor in Paris. It calmed for a while but a week later it flared up again and had begun to spread onto her back. Finally she decided to go to hospital where they conducted blood tests and prescribed a steroid cream to combat the spread.

Over the next week the condidtion worsened, the glands under her arms swelling dramatically.

A week or so later she got a call from her Doctor. He wanted her to come in immediately as there was an urgent matter to discuss. She obeyed and met with the Doctor later that afternoon. A rigerous questioning session ensued. It was all terribly confusing, the questions were of an accusational nature.

This rash was of a very specific fungal strain that could only be contracted through intimate contact with a human corpse.

Guess where her new mysterious boyfriend worked.

Guess what he got arrested for.

Poor girl... being funghi-corpse-cocked...must have been one hell of a stench trench.

  Etch said:

This is one of those tall tales you hear from a friend, about a friend of a friend.

 

Apparently this is true.

 

The character of our tale is a woman... lets call her Alice. She decided to move from the sunny shores of Albion to gay Paris with the intention of immersing herself in the cities trendy literary scene. After a few months of living there she had suceeded (being something of talented with words) and was regularly attending hip smokey loft parties, frequenting the bright waterfront cafes and wandering the lanes feeling warm and satisfied, at last having found her place in the world.

 

At a party after a book launch, she caught the eye of a tall awkward looking fellow across the room. A suspicious character, dark and alluring. She approached him and their courtship began. She met with him a few times over the next few weeks, fascinated by his mysterious nature. Inevitably the relationship became sexual and for a time they had regular intercourse.

 

One morning she woke to find an aggressive rash on her neck and the inside of her thighs. Though alarmed she did not immediately seek medical advice, she bought some rash cream but had yet to register with a doctor in Paris. It calmed for a while but a week later it flared up again and had begun to spread onto her back. Finally she decided to go to hospital where they conducted blood tests and prescribed a steroid cream to combat the spread.

 

 

Over the next week the condidtion worsened, the glands under her arms swelling dramatically.

 

A week or so later she got a call from her Doctor. He wanted her to come in immediately as there was an urgent matter to discuss. She obeyed and met with the Doctor later that afternoon. A rigerous questioning session ensued. It was all terribly confusing, the questions were of an accusational nature.

 

This rash was of a very specific fungal strain that could only be contracted through intimate contact with a human corpse.

 

Guess where her new mysterious boyfriend worked.

 

Guess what he got arrested for.

 

Poor girl... being funghi-corpse-cocked...must have been one hell of a stench trench.

http://www.snopes.com/risque/juvenile/corpse.asp

Ouch. That stings. Yeah, thats pretty much the story I was told.

Wait till I get my hands on him.

Edit: Im going to fuck his corpse.

is it rape if they don't say no?

  Iain C said:

  Bubba69 said:

dude wtf, this is a fucking weird way to post an article.

 

No it's not.

It was as if you were constantly prodding me with questions about how I would respond in the same situation, trying to convince me of sympathy.

does anyone remember the rumor about some video circulating of two black guys who broke in to a funeral home and fucked a body or something? I'm sure it's just u rban legend, but I could have sworn I heard about this somewhere.

also.

mung cheese.

wait what? some dude ejaculated in her bedsores? Frankly i suspect your cousin.

  thanks robert moses said:

does anyone remember the rumor about some video circulating of two black guys who broke in to a funeral home and fucked a body or something? I'm sure it's just u rban legend, but I could have sworn I heard about this somewhere.

 

also.

 

 

mung cheese.

ive never heard of that, but like i mentioned earlier there is this photoset of a guy mutilating and molesting a corpse in a morgue. wheres yegg when you need her?

I remember hearing about a video that these "artists" in the 60s made of drugging homeless people and cutting them up with chainsaws and filming it. I'm certain this is an urban legend but I can't find it on snopes.

i have that photoset saved.

err....for reference.

Does anyone know of that quite famous photograph by...errr..... a photographer...who cut a corpses head in half and arranged the two parts so it looked like they were kissing. I remember bing shown in an art lecture.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't just a dream I had.

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