Texas A&M Coed Killed and then Grilled
This is one of the weirdest most gruesome cases I have heard of in a long time. A 27-year old guy decided that he had to kill his ex, a 19-year old girl, because she started a new relationship.
I have a couple of questions.
- Has this guy always gone by the name “Timothy Wayne Shepherd” or did they lengthen it to three names so it sounds more insidious like some other wacked out killers? John Wayne Gacy, Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wilkes Booth, Mark David Chapman, etc, etc.
- Did this guy think that people wouldn’t notice him burning the hell out of something over the course of two days on a grill on his apartment patio?
- What is the protocol for burning a human? Did this sicko sit there and watch it? Did he flip it to cook the carcass thoroughly and evenly?
- I am sorry to sound crass here, but it just seems that you have to be a totally special kind of unhinged crazy to get this done. Think about it.
- You have to be able to kill someone
- You have to be capable of dismembering their body after you strangle them.
- Finally, you have to be willing to COOK THEM ON A BARBECUE.
- Should a guy like this be able to plead insanity? I mean his actions are clearly crazy, but at the same time he carried out these activities in a rational fashion from the standpoint that he killed her and came up with a solution for disposing of the remains. That proves some kind of logical thinking, no matter how sadistic.
MIke Said,
March 26, 2007 @ 8:33 am
I want myyyyyyy baby back baby back baby back…
I want myyyyyyy baby back baby back baby back… ribs…
*barbeque sauce*
dittoHeston Said,
March 26, 2007 @ 10:07 am
Lesson to Expectant Parents Everywhere: Never give a boy child “Wayne” for a middle name. He will undoubtedly become a serial killer.
kiddicus maximus Said,
March 26, 2007 @ 11:39 am
damn someone beat me to the baby’s ribs joke.
i wonder if he ate her too? hope so. that would make this story waaaay better.
Mike Said,
March 26, 2007 @ 2:55 pm
Sorry kiddicus,
It was a toss up between the rib joke and a pulp fiction joke.
“I don’t need you to tell me how ******* good my coffee is, okay? I’m the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys ****. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what’s on my mind right now? It AIN’T the coffee in my kitchen, it’s the .”
I’ll just stop there.
kiddicus maximus Said,
March 27, 2007 @ 12:21 pm
DNS?
Do you see a sign out there that says DNS?
jay smoove Said,
October 16, 2007 @ 3:53 pm
That pisses me the fuck off. What in the hell was this sick son of a bitch thinking. You got to be one hungrrrry bitch. Damn Timmy you must aint ate in days.