Joran van der Sloot FAKES INJURIES WHILE CODDLED IN JAIL

Dutch douchebag rich bastard Joran van der Sloot continues to blow smoke through his windmill of shyster lawyers and his cunt-wife.

INJURED?

Take a look for yourself. If someone came after this privileged double-murderer for REAL, it would be over. Instead, we see a few scratches on his back...and a few little scratches that happen to have been "inflicted" where they would do the LEAST damage.

Notice that he's very well fed. Even flabby. Notice that he gets to wear his "Where's Waldo" outfit! Notice that he's got fancy underwear, too. What happened to PRISON UNIFORMS?

Van Der Sloot, who gets conjugal visits, probably had his cunt-wife do the deed. "Honey, scratch me a few times...that way they'll move me to a cushier jail, where we can fuck more often and have MORE babies!"

You might recall that the guy who went after "Son of Sam" slashed him in the throat. THAT is how it's done.

The guy who went after Jeffrey Dahmer KILLED the bastard. End of story.

If Slooty-snoot was in a jail in America (where he will end up for killing Holloway...a case that is just waiting extradition after he serves THIS term), he'd be dead by now. First he'd get the raping he deserves, and while he was getting it up the ass he'd be made to squeal the name of the American girl he killed. Then he'd be sliced from ear to ear. The pay off would be that whoever did it, would get a package of chewing tobacco in the mail. That's about all the bribe that would be needed.

It's a farce that there's nobody in Bean-Eater Jail who'd stick this pig in return for a package of "goodies" in the mail.

Come on. You're in JAIL already. For life. You're known as the guy who killed Joran van der Sloot? You'd get marriage proposals. You'd get boxes of "goodies" every fucking day of your life. You'd be elevated to the Big Shot of the prison.

Tell you what, Mr. Sloot, you are in fear of your life? Then ask to be locked up in solitary for the next TWENTY YEARS, and if you want another kid, you can jerk off into an envelope and mail it to your delusional spic chick.

This guy has not suffered nearly enough. Show me an empty eye socket, Joran. That would be a start.