Stuff Psycho People Like

Psychos dwell in one of three places: the forest, the city, and in rarer cases on Great Barrier Reefs.  This is indisputable fact.  I mean think about it.  When was the last time you saw a psycho in a place other than those mentioned above?  Exactly.  So shut the fuck up. Now, inevitably when in either the forest, city, or reef area, a psycho will come across things that need to be kept.  Decaying pigeon carcasses, decaying seal carcasses, decaying deer carcasses, etc..  A normal person is so out of their mind that they don’t even notice these treasures, or if they do they think it’s best to just “leave them be.”  But we know, oh do we know, that there is wisdom to be found in these things, and the only way to reap this wisdom is to take the carcasses, chop them into smaller pieces, and put them in various sized jars filled with formaldahyde and/or human urine.  How else do you expect the wisdom to keep?  It is important that the psycho have a shed or storage facility where all of the jars can be kept, organized, and re-organized on a weekly or monthly basis.  For that I reccomend Public Storage facilities.  They have a great variety as far as sizes, competetive pricing, and a staff that are as warm as they are helpful.  But most importantly they don’t ask questions. Not after you follow them after work, “accidentally” run into them at the local Target Greatland store, comment on their choice in paper towels, remind them that you know them from the storage facility, then flash your butterfly knife and tell them that if they ever so much as peek into your unit that “the butterfly takes flight”, then walk away, anyways.  Yeah, so jars.  Get ‘em.