Last Podcast On The Left - Episode 396: Bob Berdella Part II - Icky Homosexual Party House 2

Episode Date: January 4, 2020

On the conclusion to our series on Bob Berdella, we cover his last two murders, the daring escape that led to his arrest, and the aftermath of his capture in which everyone in Kansas City decided to become a comedian concerning serial killers. 

Hello, it's Jackie Wormtimes, a Browsky, she's made of worms. Here to invite you to the Page 7 and Wizard of the Bruiser live show in January, we're going to be in Chicago, we're going to be in Pontiac, we're going to be in Milwaukee, so come out and visit us, you can go to lastpodcastnetwork.com, slash P7Live to get tickets, I think you might like it. There's no place to escape to. This is the last talk. On the left. That's when the cannibalism started. What was that? You know what, a lot of people said in last, last decade, when the last episode came out, you remember that? Wow. Yeah, I remember that. Last decade when

we put out the last episode, we probably should have said something about being like a gold star. Oh yeah, with the carrots. It seems to be that the carrots, again, kissle, even you are more stuck on the CFs more than anything where it seems to be, that's actually surprisingly kind of normal. Really? People put vegetables in their pussies in their assholes every day. Yeah, I guess every day, definitely.

Well, you got to put them in the freezer first. But the part that's the really scary stuff is the stuff that we're going to especially get into this episode, so I would maybe say this is a gold star territory episode. We're going to get deep into it, and I think that it's very appropriate for the first episode of the roaring 20s. All right, hey everyone, how you doing? This is the last podcast on the left. I am Ben staring at Marcus Parks. Always staring. Always looking. And then we have Henry Zabrowski in Los Angeles. Feeling tighter than ever?

Yep. And by tighter, I mean hammered. Absolutely. I almost did it because in the studio refrigerator we have white claws. Like we have a little stash of white claws. Jackie keeps them. I've been known to indulge in AWC here and there. Claw is the law. I know that. Sometimes it's fun to pop one in and then just kind of see if it affects your driving. Well, it does. It's alcohol. But you know, this podcast has really ruined your brain,

Marcus. I mean, what do you mean? Because over the holiday season, I gave a nice amount of money to a man in need, a homeless man. Oh, Ben Kessel, such a good man. Good man. Has to let everybody know that he's been a good man. No, no, no.

What a good man. How altruistic. You told us how much you gave them. Yes, because I needed to feel, I needed someone to be grateful for me. That's why I did it. Jesus Christ. I made, I invested in him to say, thank you, sir. You've just made my dreams come true. And I said, haha, yeah, I did.

Jesus Christ. But. What are you, Ed Buck? But then Marcus says, after I did something very nice to someone, he said, oh yeah, that's how Bob Burdella started. It's just a matter of time before you put a carrot in his ass. I did. And I am just going to say this, Mr. Parks, you can be good without expecting that at some point you're going to put a vegetable in a person's butthole.

You are truncating and taking my comments out of context. This is ad hominem. Is that? Is it? No, it's not. But I'm saying that you can. I mean, it just depends if you gave him the money and then say, all right, now, Gapit. I didn't. This is right. This is the text was I said, I just gave a homeless man $100

and his gratefulness filled my entire void left in my heart. And then you said also helping the less fortunate strangers is how Bob Burdella got started. And then I said, yeah, but I didn't put a carrot in his ass. And then you said, yet, yeah, you were the one that brought up the carrot in the ass. Not me. You did. Wow. You are literally your whole arguments falling apart.

Okay. Welcome to 2020. All right, Bob Burdella part two. So when we last left Bob Burdella, he just committed his third murder in less than a year and his techniques of torture were getting progressively more brutal, as is evidenced by both Burdella's notes and the hundreds of Polaroids found in his home. Now, when cops started going through Burdella's things after his arrest, they thought they'd found an audio tape of Burdella torturing one of his victims.

And it seemed like a pretty good bet that that's what they had. The tape appeared to be of movement back and forth on a bed, along with someone screaming threats like, I'm going to kill you, motherfucker. I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you. I'll kill you, motherfucker. You motherfucker.

I got you now. I got you. And so on and so forth. Until the cops, this sounded exactly like something a torture killer would say during a murder. Okay. But when Burdella was confronted with the tape, he told investigators that this was actually a tape of Philip Bukovic masturbating on the third floor because roommate Phil liked

to yell at his dick while he jerked off. Whoa. This is one of my favorite details I've heard about, number one, way to throw your roommate under the bus. No. No kidding. That your roommate, this is, I mean, then it's like, obviously this whole time Bob has been the more difficult roommate, Phillips trying to just get through his shit, you

know, like maybe his, he got mad because like, you know, his postmates guy yelled at him, you know, he's got to deal with stuff. But right now, Phillips kind of tipping the scales. That's really interesting indeed. I do think there is, there's a masturbation rule when it comes to roommates. Yeah. You got to turn the other cheek. You got to look away.

But this tape was made because Bob had set up a secret microphone in the air duct that was going into Phil's room. So he was recording it secretly, but Phil was also screaming at his dick for at least 10 minutes every time he jerked off. You got you, motherfucker. You got you, motherfucker. You're right here. You're my prisoner.

Yeah. Yeah. No, don't. Yeah. I can mess with the top. Oh, you bitch. I'm calling you my little bitch. But at the same time for me, if I was masturbating, I like saying more encouraging things, you

know, like, you got it, buddy. Yeah. Big and grand, you are. Just like father made, just like father wanted to make with all the seed down crammed in his police balls. I don't talk to my dick. It doesn't have ears. There's no point.

You ever try to glue little ears to it? No. It's not like, it's not baby Shrek. Can you imagine, can we please get on to something less disgusting, which is Bob Burdella? The thing was, after listening to the tape a little more closely, the cops decided that on this point, Burdella was actually telling the truth. It really was a secretly recorded tape of a guy named Phil jerking off while screaming threats at his own penis.

We would be here until 2022 if we tried to psychologically unpack what the hell that means. Somebody having fun, two consenting adults, you're a consenting adult with yourself who is another consenting adult and you can abuse your penis as much as you want. Sure. But Bob Burdella's neighbors didn't know about any of the weird shit that was going on in the house because Bob's neighborhood was the one place where he actually had a fairly good reputation.

He was known to be a bit sullen at times, but for the most part, Bob on Charlotte Street was nice enough, if just a little bit odd. All that changed once the killing began. Ah, that'll do it. Yeah. Suddenly, the Bob who would smile and wave could barely make eye contact. Seemed like the only thing on Burdella's mind was murder. And on September 26th, 1985, he did it again.

This time, he killed a guy named James Ferris. Now, Ferris was a runnin' buddy of a guy named George Shaw. These two dudes had previously dealt with Burdella in buying a bottle of Animal Tranquilizer for $35, but after they tried shooting it up and found it was no good, they went back and traded it for a little weed. Is this that common of a drug that people were using in the 80s, Animal Tranquilizer? Yes, because it's easier to get than Human Tranquilizer. Like a lot of the times, you could go like, vets, they're good with animals, but I think

a lot of times they have a pretty low price. Now, I'm not saying I'm not going to check all the vet listeners that we have in the show, but I'm certain if somebody offered you some money, you could give them some Ketamine a little bit because what are you going to do unless, I mean, I'm not saying that, yeah, you know, it just depends on the vet. Yeah. Yeah, Ketamine's horse tranquilizer, right? Ketamine is, I guess, it's something that makes you feel sleepy-deep down in your toes,

you wozies. I don't know. Either way, I say, don't do it. Don't. Good work. It really puts a pause, P.A.W.S., on your life. Well, after that, these guys were in and out of Bob's place for weeks, showing up drunk and wanting to stay over.

See, Ferris and Shaw were drifters, especially Ferris, whose wife had just kicked him out of the house after he'd sold all their furniture for drug money. It's a hard conversation. It's a hard conversation to have. I don't know how many times Natalie comes home to hold dining room tables missing, and I'm just sitting there. I was like, I had to get Advil. It's difficult in 2020.

I believe it. And Ferris had pissed off Bob by trying to involve him in a drugsting in order to get Shaw out of a hash wrap in Independence, Missouri. This is a Kansas City situation. Dad, dude, have you ever been in a hash wrap in Indie Bozo? It's fucking hard out there, bro. The final straw, though, came when Bob deemed Ferris to be, in his estimation, annoying. Bob said he was annoying.

Bob said Ferris was annoying. He is just, he has got me up, and it's his, because my only thing is, watch whatever you want on your TV, but wear headphones. This is like the pot calling the catamine black, it's ridiculous. So when James Ferris showed up at Bob's place again looking for a place to stay in late September, Bob crushed up a bunch of Valium and dropped him into his homemade chili and started the process anew. When you say homemade chili, I think liquid shit.

I will never, if you ever give me anything that is homemade chili, I am never eating it. I make a pretty thick chili, and I do like it in both styles, you know what I mean, brown and red. It sounds again liquid shit. No, man, no. To me, I'm fine with homemade chili, it's more like grandpa's chili, uncle Bud's chili. Well, that could be kind of fun.

Since the now routine actions of sodomizing his victim with vegetables and various other objects, Bardella began experimenting even more with electricity, using a spatula hooked up to a 7700 volt transformer to shock Ferris' buttocks, shoulders, and testicles. Each shock would last between 2 and 5 minutes. And this continued, along with various sodomies, from 9 p.m. until 10.45 the next morning. Oh my god. That's when Bob had to be off to the flea market. He never missed work, though.

No, he didn't. And I'm naming my first poetry collection, Various Sodomies, which I hope people enjoy. It's about every sodomy for a day of the week. Oh, isn't that nice. Oh, like an advent calendar. It is just like an advent calendar that makes some people come and makes some people go blah, which is my big tagline. Yep, there it is.

So when Bob returned that afternoon, Ferris was running a high temperature. So Bob injected him with penicillin to keep him alive, wrote down the injection amount and time in his notes, and resumed the torture. This was just not good. None of this is going to plan. And I didn't even have a plan. I should have had a plan. Mercifully, though, like with Bob's previous victim, the amount of tranquilizers needed

to keep Ferris prostrate made sure he didn't last another night. And he died presumably of an overdose just hours into the second day. Now, to this point, you might be asking yourself, how the fuck Burdella is getting away with four people in his general vicinity suddenly going missing without anyone noticing, especially since two of these men had at the very least slight beefs with Burdella. Right. And after the disappearance of James Ferris, the cops did indeed start looking into the life of Bob Burdella because this investigation shared more than a few similarities with the

disappearance of Bob's first victim, Jerry Howell. What the police found was story after story of Bob Burdella injecting young men with drugs and having sex with them afterward. And there were also rumors that Bob liked to chain up young men in his basement and torture them. It was also the testimony of Gene Shaw, who was a running buddy of James Ferris. He led investigators to Burdella's home after Ferris disappeared. But predictably, all the cops heard and saw was an icky homosexual party house.

And the investigation stalled. Well, Sergeant, I have a theory Phillips Dick did it. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me, have you seen icky homosexual party house too? It's the way they kind of continue the canon of icky homosexual party house. One is pretty impressive. And I got it, it's incredible to bring back old characters, some of your favorites. And there's some new characters in there, like Gamja, the guy that's the human cum bucket

at the very bottom of the pile. He was so cute and so fun. Yeah, well, it's amazing they were able to raise all that money for the orphanage, though, wasn't it? It really was that they did save the orphanage. And then all those boys died anyway. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, that's what happened a lot in the 80s, you know, when cops would try and investigate.

I mean, it happened with John Wayne Gasey, it happened with Jeffrey Dahmer, like the cops would go, they would start investing in investigating a crime that was involving gay men and they would just go, oh, no, I don't I don't I'm just I'm OK. I'm good. I'm going home. I don't want to I don't want to deal with this. I don't want to get gay. I don't know.

I think it speaks to their own inner weird desires, right? Yeah. We have this idea that gay dudes do stuff so much more cryptic and dark and fucked up than that you could possibly imagine they reflect that they're like, well, that's a house of homosexuals. All they do is spread assholes in there. All they do is try to figure out how many pieces of furniture they can have sex with. But you're like, no, you're saying that that's kind of what you're saying about yourself

and what you view. You kind of hope happens in that house because one day you wish that you just had the confidence to wear a sheer shirt and go and go into that house and experience all the human car wash that you think that's going on there. But the most part, people are very boring. Yeah. Dude, if you ever read, like, Focus on the Family pamphlets that my parents used to always get or 700 Club, they love talking about gay sex.

They really do. They go into great detail, fantasies. They love it. It was like that guy that we talked about all the time, the Eat the Poopoo guy. He's obsessed with the idea that the gay dudes should poop into each other's mouths and they eat the poopoo like an ice cream. And he talks about how they either, or it's been like, man, you thought that up. Homosexual men and women, they're at a Home Depot looking at faucets and shit.

It's incredibly bone-shatteringly boring. What they're doing. What's the exact same thing we're doing? There's no difference. Yeah. No, I eat the poopoo. You don't eat the poopoo? You guys aren't doing that stuff.

You haven't found love. That's true. It's true. Natalie will let me eat the poopoo because she said it's a five-year anniversary thing. Oh, that's nice. Now, admittedly, the cops did put a surveillance team on Bob and investigators were given a standing order to quote, fuck with Bob Berdella whenever possible, but no real investigation was ever done during this time.

What do they mean, fuck with Bob Berdella? What does that even mean in police terms? Throw eggs at him? You see him on the street? What does that mean? Dude, it's easy to do. You go and you see if his car is parked too far away from the curb. You go and see if he's got foot.

You check his whole house for regulation problems. There's so many ways a cop can ruin your life if they choose to. You know, for a fact, one officer was like, I'll go undercover and he got blown guys in the bathroom and stuff. You dyed your hair and you shaved your chest? Yeah. I'm deep undercover. As a result of this investigation, Bob, at the very least, slowed down on his killing.

Now, one of the people in the James Elroy documentary speculated that Bob never slowed down, because conventional knowledge tells us that serial killers usually take victims with more regularity the longer they're active. It's true in a lot of cases, it's true in most cases, but there are exceptions. I mean, it happened with Andre Cicatillo in Russia and it happened with Bob Berdella. Namely, when an investigation gets too close, the killers take a break, because they know if they keep killing, they're going to get caught. But not to be too simplistic and disgusting about this, there are some serial killers

that are more quality over quantity when it comes to their experience and what they're trying to get out of it. Yeah. Look at somebody like the Dickhead BTK, they view each one of their crimes as an art piece to themselves, like to this thing, and each one is very important and takes a huge amount of thought and energy for them to put this thing together and they view them as these giant epic stories. Bob Berdella kind of viewed this the same way, where he viewed each one of these men

as like a love story, like in a way, in a really fucked up way. What about something like the Golden State Killer, who just stopped? Yeah, BTK did the same thing. Yeah, BTK also just stopped. BTK was horny for the attention, he still needed it. Golden State Killer was just like, hope none of my aunts or nephews go over and do a DNA test. They said the same thing on Michael Jackson, when he stopped licking buttholes by the time

he had 50, is that his libido kind of dropped. It does get to a point where you're not as ridiculously horny, and it's like as a comedian I'm ridiculously horny, but you know, I don't have to get it satisfied in terrible ways. I can have a nice hamburger and I'll shoot a little bit, and that's nice, I get some of the devils out. But what you hope is that eventually the system slows down, and you don't want to do it as much so you can get some of that mental energy back. If you could just see our faces staring at Henry as he just sort of associated himself

with Michael Jackson in a very bizarre way, as a comedian, what really doesn't make any sense at all. And then the way that you refer to your sperm as the devils, they're little devils and if they get built up they make you do bad things, they gotta come out. Are you Phil? Phil? Phil? Yeah, yeah, you're a little prisoner, you're attached to my pubes, you little dumb little

pink little, oh I wish you were bigger, be bigger. Well usually this break period that serial killers oftentimes take, it's what syncs the only defense most serial killers have. The insanity defense, because they claim that they can't help themselves, that this is something inside them that's broken, they claim that they're schizophrenic, they claim their borderline, they claim their whatever, but the breaks tells both us and the jury that they can stop. They can always stop, they just don't fucking want to. So on June 17th, 1986, about nine months after James Ferris was killed, Bob Berdella

decided to kill again. This one's name was Todd Stoops, Stoops and his wife had stayed at Berdella's place in the past but had moved out and Stoops had moved on to high risk sex work on the street and just by chance Berdella ran into Todd Stoops at Liberty Memorial Park and decided then and there that Stoops was gonna be his next victim. So Berdella invited him back to his place for lunch and crushed up some tranquilizers in a peanut butter sandwich. I see, I'm a crunchy peanut butter guy and this is a solid attack on crunchy peanut

butter, which I understand, some people don't like it, they don't like the texture, but this is, that's very scary to think, that someone can just put a bunch of crushed up pills in peanut butter and you wouldn't even know. I love crunchy peanut butter. I do too. Okay. Wow. Consensus.

Wow. It's the first time I think. The three branches of government to work as well, if we can only get this spirit up to Washington D.C. then you can cross the aisle. Well Stoops soon passed out and would spend two agonizing weeks with Bob Berdella. Two weeks. Two weeks. Damn.

Now one of the things that Bob had noticed during the murder of James Ferris was that Ferris had a raspy voice. As a result, it was hard for him to scream loudly, which meant Ferris didn't need a gag. And since Berdella's victims kept dying from choking on vomit blocked by those gags, Berdella came up with a new solution. Just put on my thinking cap for a second. Another amateur scientist has cracked the case. To keep Todd Stoops from screaming, Berdella injected Drano in a stoop's neck to disable

his voice box. After that, Berdella engaged in torture sessions with Stoops that would last up to 17 hours. Nonstop. And I kind of see him, because you know what I was listening to recently was Judas Priest. And like Bob Berdella seems to me like a priest, like character, like just him like listening to Turbo Lover, like as you're trying to sleep and him like humping the air with a kiss the cook apron on man, that's got to be a lot. Bob Berdella liked synthesizer music, but we'll get into that later.

Aw. Is that a bad response? Well Stoops suffered from possibly the most painful death of all. Pretty soon after Berdella captured Stoops, Bob fisted him and ruptured the internal wall of Stoops's anus. An infection set in and Stoops finally died after two weeks of fevers, belt whips, electric shocks and continued sodomy. Geez.

Oh God. Hey, can I ask a question, because you actually did, you had a little bit more experience in the idea of like people that did more extreme sexual behavior from back in the day. How does one train your butt to take the bigger objects? I don't think that he was training it. Yeah. No, no. I'm not saying in this case.

Oh, you're asking me? Yes, I'm asking you. You don't fucking know. I don't know. You went to the Fleshpot Awards. Yeah, we went to the Fleshpot Awards. I gave the award to China. I gave the award to China.

Yeah, but I thought that maybe you kind of heard it or read it in a book somewhere. I look you dog meat. You were so sheltered sexually. I'm just a sweet boy, I'm just saying I don't know how, I guess you just slowly work it up. Yeah, you can't go all in. You can do the crank. Yeah.

You can crank. Yeah, but you can't go, I mean Bob, of course, and you did it wrong, and he did it in order to hurt him. Yeah, I mean, yes, I mean, of course, I'm just saying, I guess you just have to do it slowly. You know, for your homework this year, for the year, go to Pornhub and search anal acrobats. Oh, is this work? Is this research?

This is research. Yeah. Can I buy a Pornhub premium on the company card? Not on the company card, but you can use it as a tax write-off. Wow. I would have given it to you. Papa who's spoken, sorry, not on the company card. Well Stoops's body was dismembered in the bathtub over the course of two nights because

Bob had to keep leaving to go to work and run errands. So no roommate? No roommate. Bill wasn't there? No roommate. Yeah, he never murdered when he had a roommate. It was only when he was alone in the house, and the butchered remains were stored in the basement until the garbage truck came on Monday morning.

Geez. Meanwhile, things were just getting fucking weirder over at Bob's Bazaar Bazaar. That's Bob's flea market store. Of course. This is what Bob had inscribed on his business cards. The dragon naggery. I rise from death. I kill death and death kills me.

I resuscitate the bodies I have created and alive and death. I destroy myself. Although I carry poison in my head, the antidote can be found in my tail, which I bite with rage. Whoever bites me must first bite himself, otherwise if I bite him, death will bite him first in the head. Biting is a remedy against bites. I'm just kind of looking for his fish skeleton.

What do you want a high school performance of a movie kid? Fish skeleton. Get out of my here. Get out of my here, you fucking amateur, until you're ready to see some cocks. You get out of my store. We shit like this that caused police to later think that Bob Burdella was probably into some satanic shit. And this was only reinforced when they found a record on Bob's turntable by Mort Garson.

Mort Garson's fucking great. He's fantastic. I knew that he knew. I knew that Marcus knew who he was and had a catalog of his stuff, you can tell because it's synth. I'm just saying there was a reissue of his album Plantasia that was put out earlier this year and it's fucking fantastic. It's the most synth name for an album ever.

It's Music for Plants and it's fantastic. Okay, well isn't that good it's Music for Plants? Yeah, Plantasia. Great. Great. Honestly, sure. Good. Highly recommended.

It's very good. It's better than binding and torturing six men in an attic and killing them systematically, you know? Well, the record that Bob Burdella had was called Black Mask for Lucifer. And Black Mask for Lucifer is actually a super cool Moog album released in 1974. Let's listen to an example of Bob Burdella's music taste. Hold on, let me get my plant so it can really enjoy it. Oh, he just pulled his pupa cares out of his slime.

Oh, man. Fuck yeah, man. Fucking... Yeah, man, this is fucking the best Black Mask Lucifer fucking cut I've seen in a while now. Fucking Morts on a different level on this one, bro. You can hear the Throne Room in this one. What do you think, Ben? I think it's devastatingly horrible.

I really find this to be so nerve, like, just damaging. I feel dumber somehow. Dumber? I just don't... Yeah. This is not... Also, if I'm a plant, I'm stuck in the soil. Well, no, this isn't the Music for Plants.

This is Black Mask for Lucifer. Do you want to hear Plantasia? Sure, what's a Plantasia song? Alright, I'll put... I'll put on Plantasia. Okay. It is a delight. This I like better.

Yeah, I actually do like this. I actually like the other one. No, I love the other one. I can definitely see myself... fucking out of my mind on animals in a garden just talking to plants. This one I actually understand. I could also see licking a bloody knife

and looking into the mirror and be like, who am I? I get that. But the first one sounds like the Netherworld in Phantasm. It sounds like their favorite song. Yeah. Well, I picked a particularly intense moment from that album to play.

But yeah, this is Mark Garcin. Go check him out, everybody. This is fair enough. I actually like that. Maybe I'm a plant after all. When it came... Did you hear this part where it got very... like, doony?

This is good. I know. This is good. I like this. It's amazing how one person can create both great music and then just making my eyes bleed sounds. That's what's funny about sounds. The whole album's fantastic, so yeah, go check out Plantasia

by Mark Garcin. How come plants get better music than weeds? We got to deal with creed and bird eye blinds. Those are distinctly... That is distinctly music for humans. Well, in addition to black mass for Lucifer, cops also found around 20 books on Satanism and witchcraft. Now, the cops were already all keyed up

when it came to Satanic crimes because in early 1988, a kid had been killed in Carl Junction, Missouri in a kind of sort of Satanic ritual. In that story, three teenage edged lords had beaten a fourth to death with baseball bats. They then tied the body to a 200-pound rock and dumped it in a well during a half-ass admitted Satanic sacrifice.

Not a single fucking dagger? You're gonna call it a fucking half-ass admitted Satanic sacrifice, you little torps? And not have a single dagger involved or incense? You're gonna need a dagger. That's why it was half-ass. They just beat this kid to death with baseball bats. As such, people were taking all this Satan stuff seriously

when it came to Bob Burdella. One of the investigators even wore a ring adorned with upward curled rams horns to protect himself against Burdella's black magic powers. That's cute. It is cute to even think that it's nice, but technically, that is pure Aerie's energy. But according to Bob, all of this stuff was just an idle interest

and he never imagined he would ever be labeled a Satanist. But even so, regular folk around Kansas City started saying they'd seen Bob Satanic rituals holding court. Here's what one woman said she witnessed, as told to Geraldo in his Satanism expose. This woman claims she met Burdella through her former husband, a high priest in a local Satanic cult. We were at a meeting in the area,

and he was up on the platform in a throne which symbolizes that that sacrifice at that particular meeting was for him, was done for him. So he was in an exalted position. He was a VIP. Yes, he was. What happened there at that ceremony? There was a young man killed, a young boy.

He was 16 years old. Did you ever tell the police about any of this? No, I didn't. Why? People don't believe you when you talk about these things. People just do not believe these things happen. Well, lucky for you, ma'am. I'm Geraldo.

And I will believe a whole bunch of horseshit if it helps my ratings. Honestly, he fucking wishes. He wishes that all of that was real. He was a curiosity collector. What do you think they'll do when they cart all my bullyings away after my reckoning has already begun?

You know what I mean? They're gonna say all of this crazy shit about, you know, oh, he had all this whole series of things to help learn how to gape his butthole, and oh, he fucking had a collection of whips. Like, I'm not a normal citizen. I'm a normal citizen of America. Yeah, I think they're actually,

it's gonna be very underwhelming for you. It'll just be like, oh, this guy was a nerd, huh? Look at that. Bob Burdella did not need any help in inflating his body count, even though he did keep his murders to about one every summer after the close call with James Ferris.

Never did it in the wintertime. It was always either a spring or summer thing. His next victim, killed in June of 1987, was Larry Persson. Persson was a 20-year-old out on probation for the aggravated robbery of a Domino's delivery driver. Oh, dude, don't do that. I'm gonna say this.

You never have to rob a Domino's delivery driver. You just give him money and he'll give you whatever pizza. He doesn't care who it belongs to. I'm not saying, I guess that's me saying that he's robbing them for pizza. Yeah, I think he was robbing them for money. Yeah, that's my first thought, is that he was stealing the pizza.

Like, he's Michelangelo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And Persson had just been arrested again for standing on the side of the road and exposing himself to passing cars. You got cocked? You got cocked? You got some balls? You got cocked? You got cocked? See him standing up there, spinning a sign? Oh, that's fun. And of course, who was there to help with these legal troubles,

but Bob Burdella. Persson had met Burdella at Bob's Bazaar Bazaar in the spring of 1987. And Persson connected with Bob over a shared interest in wizards and witchcraft. Well, eventually, Persson moved in with Burdella. But after Persson spent two weeks just lazing around the house, Burdella again got annoyed.

And when Persson started bragging about rolling gay men, Burdella decided to kill him. One day in early August, Persson complained that he wasn't feeling well. So Burdella gave him tranquilizers that he said were antibiotics and immediately afterward challenged Persson to a shots contest with Vaka and Peppermint Schnaps.

It's a shot contest! Shot contest! Damn. Who can throw up first? Can you imagine shooting Peppermint Schnaps? Oh, yeah, that's a shooter. No. That's high school.

That's high school shit. The guy's a 20-year-old dick flasher. This might as well be in high school. You don't think he doesn't deserve a little pomp and circumstance? He doesn't deserve the good booze? No, I don't think he actually does. I'm not victim. You're a classist.

I'm not. That's what I'm saying. That's probably fine for him. Well, I think Burdella was not a big drinker. I think what Burdella was doing was he was doing the whole shot over the shoulder thing. Oh, this one's strong. And then pours it like an inch from his lip.

Oh, wow, you got me. By 6.30pm, Persson was passed out. Burdella injected him with four further shots of... Chloropromazine. Oh, yeah, I'm just getting... I'm looking at chloropromazine. Cuyahoga Falls. I have trouble with medicinal names.

No, they don't make any sense. That's the whole point. Well, he injected him with four shots of that shit to make sure that he stayed passed out. But since Persson was a bigger guy, Burdella didn't feel like taking him up the stairs. Instead, he drug him down the stairs to the basement. Okay.

By 8 o'clock, Persson's hands were linked to a chain wrapped around a brick column, and Burdella was injecting Drano into his neck. So he's following up with the Drano routine. It worked once. Okay. And Burdella hooked him up to the transformer and shocked him awake.

So scary. This time, Burdella brought a mattress down to the basement for his own comfort. And in between the sodomies and the penicillin injections, Burdella used an iron bar to break the bones in Persson's hands. There's something about this that, like, fucks with me almost more than anything else of just, like, just breaking a man's hands.

It reminds me of Unit 731, that video where they would dip him in ice water, put him outside in, like, five-degree weather, let it freeze, and then shatter their hands. Well, that was a movie. I know. That was a movie. But they tried.

They did try to do it, though. They did do it. They did absolutely do it. But what you're talking about, what you saw was a... No, Marcus. Oh, you tell me that Ken Burns doesn't, they're filming everything that Unit 731 did? Wait a second.

So Luke Skywalker, is it real? I thought Luke Skywalker. Luke Skywalker's not going to be president. No, unfortunately, he turns... No, wait, does he turn to the dark side? I have no idea. I don't think so. Well, while Pradella was breaking Parsons' hands,

he would taunt him concerning his interest in Wizards and Witchcraft, saying that while the Wizards were all fantasy, this was reality, and he was going to have to deal with this as reality. Wizards are stupid, and elves are too skinny to be fun, and dwarves are ugly, and that's what you get, and now your hands are gone.

What in the hell is going on? Where's your wizard now to save me? Oh, Gandalf, he's supposed to arrive on time, all the time, huh? Oh, it appears Gandalf is late. Well, Gandalf is never late. Wizards always arrives on time. I say that on a regular basis. I know you say that on a regular basis.

It does nothing to alleviate the anger. No, I know. It's important to keep you mildly angry that it keeps you alive, like my grandmother. So, after going to work at the flea market and coming back, Pradella shaved Parsons' hair because it kept getting tangled up in all the bindings.

Oh, my God. This, along with the torture and malnutrition, gave Pearson the appearance of a concentration camp victim. That's what he looked like in all the Polaroids that Pradella took after about week one. So, he's taking pictures the whole damn time. Whole time, yeah. They have a fairly extensive, horrible collection of them

on the, I believe, the Murderpedia site for Bob Pradella. They're fucking awful. Yeah, I would believe that, yeah. But in contrast to the others, Pearson decided to go full submissive with Bob Pradella. During one anal rape, Pearson said he was gonna die. Not because he was actually dying,

but because that's what he thought Pradella wanted. He was trying to please Bob Pradella in order to survive. And he was right. The next day, Pradella gave him solid food for the first time, eggs and sausage. And since Pradella now trusted him, he allowed Pearson to give him oral sex

while Alley North testified in the iron contra hearings in the background. And I tell you what, this government corruption has to stop. It has to stop. I could keep blowing me. This is just absolutely incredible. How are those eggs and sausages?

Do you remember those? Do you remember how you love me? Do you love me? I gotta change this channel. Ooh, Wheel is on. This is, oh. Encyclopedia! Encyclopedia!

Encyclopedia! I mean, it's never just one word, usually. It would be like encyclopedia Britannica, something like that. Isle for North was a scapegoat. It's all I'm gonna say about Alley North. Is that your hot take? Is that your hot take?

Is that your hot take? Is that your fucking Fox News hot take? No, this is my Ben Kissle, who appears on Fox News hot take. And because Bob quote-unquote liked Pearson, Pearson got moved from the basement to the bedroom. And Bob led him upstairs with a dog collar and leash. And every time Berdella left the house,

Pearson's arms and legs were tethered to the bed posts. Cops said when they found that bed, every single one of the bed posts were rubbed raw from guys trying to struggle against their ropes. And it had smoothed all the bed posts down. And they left him all up there too. Like he left the ties as he went. It's very, it's again, the hoarder mentality that he has,

it's about capturing memory. And that's why he allowed himself to go so long in between kills because he would be fully ensconced in the erotic memory of it all the time. And for the next week or so, the two of them settled into like a routine with no torture at all. Here's how Berdella described it.

I'd wake up in the morning, have sex with him, prepare breakfast for the both of us, feed him, tie him down while I went to work or ran my errands and I might have ran. I got him back from work, came up and tied him, gave him a couple cigarettes to smoke. Then I would usually just go up and spend the rest of the evening with him unless I had some meetings or errands that I had to run.

He would be very cooperative. He'd allow me to tie him back down. Just chill and max and relax and all cool. All these kids would just shoot some b-ball outside of the school just enjoying themselves. Damn. And in all, Pearson's terrifying ordeal with Bob Berdella lasted six weeks.

Jeez. It all came to an end on August 5th when Pearson decided he'd had enough. During another session of oral sex, Pearson bit down hard and damn near ripped the head off Berdella's penis. From all that sausage training. That's great.

Bite that dick off. And apparently it almost completely severed the head of his cock. It was hanging on by like a piece of skin. Like Dan Ackroyd's nose and nothing but trouble. It might as well have been bitten off completely. Oh my God. Good for him. And Berdella just sat there like screaming at him like,

but he wasn't screaming like, this is not the way to handle this. This is not the way. He was fussy about it. He was fussy about getting his fucking penis getting bitten off. We had an arrangement. Yeah. We had an arrangement.

We were supposed to watch tears of endearment tonight. Terms of endearment. Tears. But after Berdella kind of got over it a little bit, he beat Pearson with a stick until he was unconscious. Then Berdella went to the hospital and filed a police report that a man named Larry Person had bitten his penis during oral sex. Very clever.

Very real name. Yeah. But Berdella was declining to prosecute. Oh, what a hero. This is the man that did it, but I'm not going to prosecute. Bob spent two days at the hospital while Larry was just tied up in the bed back at his house, presumably in and out of consciousness from the blows to the skull.

Because when Bob came back two days later, Pearson was alive, but unconscious. And Bob told them at the hospital, he's like, hey, I got to go let the dogs out. I'll be back. So he went home, put a plastic bag over Pearson's head, and suffocated him to death. And that was the end of Pearson.

Yep. But they said, one of the doctors said that with the surgery, with the reattachment of the head of the penis back to the penis, actually, they think that from now on, he had no feeling. None. In any of that. So it's weird. So anything that happens after this, he's not even getting any

physical pleasure necessarily out of it. Interesting. Bob then went back to the hospital for a couple more days, came home wearing a catheter, and dragged Pearson's body down to the basement. Because Berdella was so weak from almost losing his dick, it took a while. Yeah.

He had things in small stages, opening up the stomach with a razor, and taking out the innards in one trip, and cutting off the limbs in the next. And since he was weak, he relied on the chainsaw a little more than usual, which made things a lot messier. Can you imagine that too? You got a fucking catheter attached to you. You're trying to drag this fucking body around.

You got the chainsaw just shaking your whole body as you're doing it. And the whole time you're just thinking this would be a lot easier if I still had a dick. Good lord. But instead of putting the whole body out with the garbage, Berdella kept the head and again put it in the freezer for about a week. And after a week passed, he went out to his backyard, dug up the skull he'd buried a couple of years before,

and replaced it with Pearson's skull. Then with the completely decomposed skull of Robert Sheldon in hand, I think his second or third victim, Berdella removed all the teeth with pliers, saved for one back left molar, and stored the teeth in two envelopes. One for upper, one for lower. The thing was, there were still people coming in and out of Berdella's house in this time period, living with them.

Not during the murder itself, but before and after. One guy named Hamp Reichler said he did odd jobs for Bob until Hamp refused sex and Bob stopped paying. Another named DJ Blankenship actually had a consensual sexual relationship with Bob Berdella in 1988, but moved out in February after Berdella surreptitiously injected him with drugs. Because he didn't want a partner. He had this kind of fantasy.

You remember what we talked about in the last episode, that he was obsessed with the book The Collector. That's what he said was his inspiration. And the idea, I think, on some level is that he loved total control. And in a way, he wanted it the hard way. He wanted to love the hard way. He wanted you to love him despite how much torture he's putting you through. Because he believed he's so incredible,

and he's such a unique and special human being, and that your relationship is so special and one of its kind, that you would love him even though he's electrocuting you. Because he's slowly, he's teaching you. He's showing you what it's like to accept his love. He looks like an offensive lineman from the movie Unnecessary Roughness. Where does he even get it from? He's like if God was a person.

Yes, weird. Love me even though your life is terrible. Oh. Okay. Okay. Well, six months after DJ left, Bob Berdella would attempt to take his last victim. It was March of 1988,

and Kansas City, this is for you, Ben. Oh, oh, oh. They were hosting the NCAA basketball tournament. It was March Madness time, baby. March Madness! I'm excited. We have to go to Las Vegas for March Madness this year, guys. Sure, if Texas Tech is in it again, I might.

I'll fly with you. I'll drug you and take you. Marcus, don't you want to see what it's like once they have no control? Ah, it's a good experiment. You can't do that after 35. No, you can't take Molly and go to Coachella after 35. But you can definitely gamble on young stud athletes doing things that you could never do,

even when you were their age, and then you can also scream, I would have made that shot! And then you can do a whole bunch of things. I can do that. I'm not going to go to Vegas and lose control like Henry wants me to. No, you're not going to have control because who knows who's going to win the game.

Oh, yeah. I'll tell you what, I'll go with you boys, but I'm going to a show, because I actually really want to see Carrot Top. I want to see Carrot Top and I want to see Penn and Teller. We're going to do it all, guys. Well, dear in March Madness, just to be cheeky,

Berdella put four human skulls in the window of his shop. Guess what he labeled it? I would assume the team names. No, no. The final four? Yeah! You got it, buddy. You got it.

You got it. And you know what's funny? How many times you see these fucking cute jokes and where my family lives in Florida, there is a chiropractor that does all these funny sayings. Oh, yeah. On his thing. You know, all was funny and it was kind of famous for it.

And then he got busted for stealing money from his own company. For some reason, that's a thing that can happen. And it's always that. If somebody's always super funny, he ends up being like a massive secret criminal for some reason. Yeah, I don't like it. I don't trust a chiropractor who's punny. Yeah, unbeknownst to everyone walking by the shop,

chuckling at that joke, the owner of Bob's Bizarre Bizarre had a 22-year-old named Christopher Bryson tied up in his bedroom back home. Yeah. And you know what the thing is, if you ask an owner of a curiosity shop if he's got a 22-year-old hustler tied up at home,

he's legally required to tell you the truth. I agree. Now, unlike all the rest of Bob's victims, Christopher was a stranger. Burdella had picked him up at 10th and McGee, which was Kansas City's number one hotspot for gay male sex work. Now, most of the guys there knew Burdella's reputation,

but the newlywed Bryson had a pretty strong itch for cocaine that day. Jesus Christ. So he got into Bob's car, no questions asked. This is why I'm really glad, like my main obsession is burritos. I'm so glad I'm not addicted to cocaine because you listen to this guy's testimony,

what he talks about in an interview after this. He's just been like, yeah, so I'm not, it's not on my gay or nothing. It's just that thing. Sometimes you need that rap. Sometimes you got to get that rock, and you got to do whatever it takes to get that rock. And the first thing I looked at Bob,

and I was like, well, he's in that gay looking. And I was in the car, and you know, and your lips are doing the talking for your nose. And you're like, see? And he's like, holy God, it just gives you like, that the cocaine led to me to be inside of this hatchback, inside of a man just staring at me, licking his lips.

Like, I'm a bucket of chicken. Good lord. Yeah, I mean, I guess the weirdest place my addiction ever ran me was I went to a weird guy's house in Staten Island so I could get a copy of First Pressing of Raw Power, and no one knew I was there. Okay.

I don't know what the hell that was. This is why he was like, you definitely, definitely you could have been a Buffett Bob. I'm very, very quickly. But he had the original Pressing of the Velvet Underground and Nico. He had the Banana Sticker album. Did he give it to you?

No, he just showed it to me. He did give me the Raw Power. What's Raw Power? It's the Stooges' third album. But did you purchase it or did he just give it to you? He just gave it to me. I could tell there was nothing happened. What happened?

There was an insinuation. There was definitely an insinuation. She actually thinks you probably should have stroked it a little bit. You didn't even touch his dick? No, of course I didn't touch his dick. Oh, that's a bad say. Of course I didn't.

No, I'm not the type of person to trade sexual favors for a fucking record. Who do you people think I am? Put a halo on your head. What an angel. What an angel. What a perfect angel. Wow.

2020, the year of the saint. What year was this? 2006, 2007. Oh, you could have touched his dick for definite. I'm certain that 2006 Marcus might have thought about it. No, 2006 Marcus. No, I'm not going to trade sexual favors for records. You're not changing, you're not trading for the record.

It's a tip. You're just doing it. You're just having fun with it. He was an older man and not very attractive. Okay, well now we get to the truth. Poor guy. He's just trying to pick up a young, young scamp out here in the streets of Brooklyn.

The next thing you know, he didn't even get his dick touched. He was very nice though. I know this sweet independent record will get me a fly that finally understand me. Oh, I guess that ghoul had to leave like all the rest of them. Well, once they got back to Bob's house, that would be Bob and Bryson, they started walking up the stairs.

Bob picked up a hidden iron pipe and bashed Bryson's skull. Bryson landed face first on the stairs and while he was lying there, Bob stuck a needle into Bryson's neck and the dude passed out. When he woke up, his arms and legs were tied to the bed posts. A washcloth was stuffed in his mouth and a dog collar was around his neck. Now, you notice this is way more aggressive than his previous victims. This is the closest he got, I would say, to a vaguely berserker mode where he's just going full on like,

I'm just going to surprise you with a pipe shot. It's very, very scary. But it was just at the beginning that he was very aggressive. I think he was trying to get a little bit of anger out from, you know, his penis getting bitten off and all that. And besides the usual sodomy and the break in the hands with Bob's iron bar, Bob also tried blinding Bryson by swabbing his eyes with ammonia-soaked cotton. Because if he's blind, Bob has more control.

As far as the electrocution went, Bob clamped electrodes to Bryson's testicles and took pictures of the electrocution. And again, Bob told his victim that if he cooperated, he would be treated well. He'd be bought cigarettes or he'd be given solid food or if he was really lucky, Bob would- You'd be given a Stooge's record? No. Close.

Bob would rent a video on his way home from work. Hope you like Clue again. Lucky for you. You ready? Press play. Working 9-2-5. What a way to make a living. Lily Tomlin is a relevation. Lily Tomlin is a revelation.

Lily Tomlin is a revelation in this stuff. Yes, she is. Dolly, Lily, Jane Fonda. But while Bob was telling him all this, he was showing Bryson post-mortem polaroid pictures of the guys he'd already killed, telling him that these were men that were sex slaves that Bob had failed to, quote-unquote, collect. Bryson's only saving grace during his three days in Bob's captivity was that he wasn't even conscious for most of it, because Bob pretty well kept him knocked out.

But even so, Bryson still got a daily shot of Drano to the neck to keep him from screaming. God. Now it could be that Bob Burdella had gotten a little taste of domestic bliss with his last victim, because even though Bob still did do awful fucking things to Bryson, he seemed to soften just a little bit. He once again tried settling into some semblance of a normal routine with Bryson, even written in a double feature. Which one?

Lost Boys and Robocop. Oh! That's good, but Robocop, when the guy gets his dick shot off, can't believe that you would shoot somebody in the dick like that's a funny thing, like that's a thing that should be in a movie. Damn. As such, Bryson became the only person to escape Bob Burdella. Three days into his captivity, Bryson was able to convince Bob to tie his hands in front of him,

rather than above his head, because he said that was more comfortable, so I can't get no circulation in my arms, my hands are above my head, so Bob acquiesced and tied him in front. As soon as Bob left the house, Bryson squirmed and wiggled until he finally got one hand loose, and once that first hand was loose, the rest was relatively simple, or at least as simple as it can be with two half broken hands. Damn. Because Bob didn't break the hands completely, it was more like he wanted them half broken,

it was a very strange thing, I don't know. So it seems to be that he felt that it would be difficult for them to wiggle free, and it's something, I mean this is all fucked up conjecture, but if you keep somebody in a constant amount of pain, you can make them very physically weak, because your body's sort of dealing with the pain that you're in, you're in shock, I imagine it's just, it's several ways, it also is a way for them to not be able to like grab at your dick,

when you're trying to like do stuff with them, like grab at your face, do anything hard for you to punch, like do all that kind of shit, so it does work like that, I mean I hate that I sounded like I read all this in a manual, or I wrote a manual on how to do these things. Right, right. Well Bob had been giving Bryson a cigarette every day before Bob left for work, and on that particular day Bryson was able to distract Bob just enough where Bob left behind a book of matches.

Using those matches Bryson was able to slowly burn down the four ropes tied around his legs, and once he was free he opened a window in the upstairs bedroom where he was being held. He then tried to hang down from the window sill so he could drop down, but before he could get his bearings the window sill broke and Bryson fell, breaking his foot, and even so Bryson was able to hobble down the street naked and wearing a dog collar, and eventually he was able to flag down a meter man from the water department, and the meter man very quickly called the cops. Damn.

How scary is that moment when you're trying to burn these things, because he said what happened is that Bob Riddle used to keep a super loud TV going in the living room, so you can't tell if he's back in the house, you have no clue where the hell he is, so he's hearing this stuff and he was, he burned the ropes, but then he was incredibly afraid of touching the bed frame, because he'd been zapped so many times that he had kind of developed this sort of, this thought process that he had electrocuted the bed frame, and so then he's super afraid of it, and again, and he had no clue where the window was going,

but he knew that the window's the only way out, which is, he learned that from horror movies, and it's true, even if you break your damn foot, get away from Michael, just jump through the window. You got me. After that, it was only a matter of time, although the case damn near fell into the same pattern as the police goof him up, we saw halfway through Jeffrey Dahmer's reign of terror. Uh-oh. When Bryson's report about what Bob had done and said was passed on to homicide, they assumed the whole thing was a, quote,

homosexual lovers' quarrel. Oh yeah, that's totally normal, I mean, that's always normal, absolutely. It was just like when the fucking Milwaukee police returned Conorac's synthosome foam to fucking Jeffrey Dahmer. It's just- It's the exact same things like, well, this is the wacky shit they get up to, and ugh, I don't want to deal with this, so just give him back. Wacky.

Oh yeah. But thankfully, since Bryson was completely coherent, they had no choice but to investigate further, although- I guess we have to look into this. Oh yeah. Okay, I'll go put my short shorts on again. Oh, I also just shaved today. This is perfect undercover work for me.

Um, you've been fired for six months. Do you want to stooge this, CD? But I actually have an album here, this brings pretty cool up. Although the cops were highly disappointed that they were all going to miss the March Madness Final between Kansas and Duke that year. Aw. It is so fucked up that that's their fur- that was their whole being like, as soon as it became a real investigative game, you're like,

I gotta miss the game, and then I gotta go to some place where there's blood and cum everywhere. Now Bob treated the officers with his normal, hotty tone, telling them that he wouldn't say a word unless his lawyer was present, but thankfully, the house was fuckin' full of evidence. Besides all the torture implements and drugs, police pretty quickly found both the Polaroid photos under the mattress showing men both alive and dead, and all of Bob's notes. And with the notes, Bob had kept newspaper clippings concerning his victims' disappearances

and kept them all in a folder labeled, House Guests. Isn't that fun? That is fun. These guys are so gay. You gotta have fun first, or no one else can have fun. You know what I mean? Is it just pictures of Sinbad?

Yeah. It's amazing what Sinbad's relationship with that family does for the entire family. Every single one of them grow and learn, because Sinbad's just so full of love and joy, and he's so footloose and fancy free. You just want to be like him. But of course, that wasn't all the evidence the cops found. When they searched the basement, they saw dried blood that looked like it dripped down from the ceiling, and also saw a smudged footprint on the ceiling beam where Bob had hung a victim upside down.

Jeez. They also found the chainsaw. Although it was overlooked at first. How? Yeah, exactly. It's the chainsaw. One of the officers eventually gave it a closer examination, and found that it was clogged with dried blood, bits of human flesh, and pubic hair.

Because remember Bob had had to use the chainsaw a lot more on Larry Pearson. Damn. Yep. And concerning disposal implements, they also found a circular saw, a black ceremonial dagger, three butcher knives, a hacksaw, and 14 saw blades. All had been used in the service of dismembering Bob's victims. And that was only a little bit of the nastiness that was in store for the cops who had to catalog Bob's belongings. The ones who spent the longest in the home developed what came to be known as the Burdella Cough.

That's how fucking filthy this place was. They said it was like a little half-hack that kind of just settled into your chest. They had to rotate officers in and out because none of them could stand to spend more than a few hours in there before they got the hack, too. Oh, god. What did they get? Did they like sound like they were at the World Trade Center? What's going on?

Well, it's like all those hoarder shows. Anytime the hoarders, anytime the 1-800 got junk people going to the hoarder house, they all wear the masks. Got you. Same shit. But the kicker for Bob Burdella came when the skull of Robert Sheldon was found in his closet. And the skull of Larry Pearson was soon after dug up from Bob Burdella's backyard after neighbors testified to Bob's frequent night gardening.

After that, Kansas City went a little nuts. Yeah? Yeah. With Kansas one? No, Kansas, I believe, lost. That was a Duke year, I think. That was a Duke year. I think that was a Duke year.

Inside Bob Burdella's house and in the Final Four. See, Bob had been a local character down at the flea market. He participated in quite a few potlucks, both there and in his own neighborhood. Uh-oh. Remember Bob's famous for that homemade chili? No. Don't like this. I like this because there ain't got no beans in it.

What's this? This is a bean? No, actually, that's a kidney bean. What a punch you in the face. Then pretty soon rumors started circulating that anyone who'd eaten one of Bob's meals had also probably eaten one of Bob's victims. Who knows? There's no evidence.

There's no proof that Bob put meat in, put human meat. Did he say that he did at all? He said he did not. He said he didn't. Okay. He said he absolutely did not. That's one of those things about Bob, right? I don't like to necessarily take him for his word, but you do watch his interview with

him and he does admit to many things. But a lot of stuff he's like, when they ask him about the cannibalism, he's like, that is disgusting. I can't believe that you'd say that about me because number one, that was a moment of faith between us and the other fellow sellers at the flea markets that we did a potluck and everybody trusted each other to bring in something high quality one and also two locally sourced. And that's what I did.

And yes, and I don't even mean that, like, oh, you disgusting people. So this offended him, the idea. Oh yes, yeah. Then to capitalize on the media sensation, a local classic rock radio DJ named skid roadie love it wrote and produced a parody song, sung to the tune of Donovan's mellow yellow. Skid roadie rewrote the song with the following lyrics. I'm just mad about torture. The police are mad about me hitchhikers wearing dog collars.

I give them jolts of electricity. That is the predecessors of our entire show. Yeah, I mean, it was a golden age for radio. But they could just, you could do whatever you wanted back then. And Bob was extremely upset by all of this. Oh, he didn't like it. He hated it. Here's Bob himself talking about how incensed he was about a contest run by Skid's radio

station 101 the Fox, Kansas City's classic rock station. Oh. I had also been told when I first came into jail that the Fox radio station had run a promo giving prizes to their listeners if they showed up at the station in a dog collar and with a leash. The people here in the institution, the correctional officers, the case worker, even the psychiatrist, or I think surprised to find out that that upset me. And it did upset you?

Very much so. If we could only, we need to get, he's the tipper gore of serial killers. He is just like, we need a parental advisory on these, on the Fox shows. And I don't like what they're saying about anyone. What's going to happen? His whole thing is, it's like, because after this, he goes on to a spiel about how it's like, it's insensitive to the victims. It's insensitive to everybody involved to, I mean, it's just to the, even the police officers,

their wonderful work when they did, when they found the way they process it was flawless, incredible. Everybody was incredible, fun. The food's been great. The coffee's a little, I could use a little, kind of an Ethiopian bean book. Hey Bob, Skid Roadie over here. Thanks so much for coming on the show. Do you think it was insensitive to the victims when you put a carrot up their ass?

Do we have the carrot sound effect? Again, Kissel, do not make fun of this. This is the inspiration for our entire show. Oh, and I checked Skid Roadie still on the air. No kidding. Oh yeah, he's drive time on the Fox 101.1. It's two for Tuesdays. Who's ready to get the let out?

This is Skid Roadie, Kansas City's only classic rock. If we would get the let out of paint in schools the way that they get the let out every single day on radio, our children would be a lot healthier. But eventually Bob Bardella gave in to the inevitable, pled guilty to first degree murder and received a life sentence. But within about a year, maybe a little more, Bob Bardella was dead from a heart attack at the age of 43 because the prison guards had allegedly withheld his heart medication. Allegedly.

It does seem that they didn't take his cries of I have chest pains very seriously. But I don't know why though. Yeah, I mean, I don't. It's weird. I just don't care. No, I don't care. Well yeah, it is weird that I just don't care that he's fucking dead. I'm glad he's fucking dead.

I actually feel like he got off way easy because he did. He should have had 40, although maybe because of his intense, intense love of disgusting things he may have like prison. He was fine with it. He was okay. He was probably cleaner than his damn house. Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He was okay with it. I'm not super comfortable with CEOs taking life in their own hands though. No, I'm not. No, I know. I know. Well, today, Bob Burdella's former home is an empty lot. Following the sale of his estate, the house was bulldozed and the neighbors on either side were given half the lot each.

Thank you for giving me this. Good. I checked it out on Google Street View. One of them built a fucking garage on top of their half. That's a good spot. That's where you want it. I don't think I would take it. At least it's the garage.

Yeah, I gotta put the nursery on that side. The estate itself, all of Bob's shit, like his house was full of shit, full of all these curiosities, you know, Bob's bizarre, bizarre and all that. It was all bought by an eccentric local millionaire named Delbert Dunmire. Why are they always named like really bad comic strip characters? Cost about $60,000. Damn. Since Delbert died in 2016 and his children are currently fighting over his estate, we

may never see Bob's bizarre, bizarre ever again. Wow. And that's Bob Burdella. Bob Burdella, what an insane, insane story. Absolutely disgusting. It really is. It's one of those. The festival's the same way ever again.

I will say, especially after the first episode, you know what really friggin' messed me up this year was the Mengele episodes. Mengele! Absolutely. Those things really fuck with my standards of what is the most fucked up thing you can do. And so then you get lost and you have to get a recheck. Especially after the last episode, then I was like, oh yeah, wow, this is the worst thing

in the world. Yeah. It was pretty bad. It was very bad. All right, everyone, thank you all so much for listening and thank you all. We all hope you had a wonderful holiday. We hope your new year has been off to a good start thus far. Let's hope so.

And we are super excited to see you all in April. Make sure you get those tickets. And yeah, our book tour, we're just thrilled to go and see all again. Go to lastpodcastontheleft.com to see all of the tour dates. We have 19 cities in 30 days in April. And most likely, if you live in America, we're going to be coming to a city at the very least near you. Near you, yes.

Yeah, dude. Come and see our bullshit. It's going to be a great fucking show. Brand new show. And it's going to be true crime specific. True crime. Yes. True crime.

We're going to be a lot of serial killer shit. We're going to be hawking the book. We can't wait to strut and fret upon the stage. Come and join us. We're going to have so much fun, honestly, in New York. It's such a big deal for us to be performing at the Beacon Theater. I can't believe that we're there. I couldn't even come out and support us.

As soon as that was announced, I got like a bunch of texts from people being like, congratulations. I didn't quite realize. You didn't realize that this is a huge fucking deal? I knew. I know, honestly, I refuse to realize things are big deals because then when everything falls apart, it'll be much more disappointed. Right, right. It's a safety mechanism that I have in my head.

I understand. No, it helps. We're very, very excited. It's going to be fucking amazing. It's a dream come true. Absolutely. Let's see here. Keep on supporting all the shows on LPN.

What else do we got? What else do we want to tell these wonderful listeners of ours? Next week, we're going to have a relaxing episode. I think you're going to enjoy it. It's going to be fun. This special time. Check out. We got Wiz Brew and Paid7 are having live shows very soon.

Next week, we got Chicago January 9th. We got Pontiac Michigan January 10th, and we got Millie Waquay January 11th. Come and fucking check them out. If you're in the Midwest, their show is really good. It's super fun. Go out and support. Support their fucking asses. It's great.

And also, support me. If you're in Atlanta, I'll be doing Dad's Garage January 10th and 11th doing improv. Make them ups. Make sure to bring Henry's homemade chili. Oh, Dad's Garage. Yes, and go see Jackie Zabrowski out there. She is going to be a wonderful performer, Natalie Jean, Holden McSquealy, Holden McNeely, and Jake Young.

They will have a great show for you. It'll be great. Go out and check it out. Absolutely. All right, everyone. We are excited for the new year. We're excited to be with you. Bigger and better things, hopefully, happening for all of us in the future.

Let's hope so. Hail yourselves, everyone. Hail Satan. Again. Magusta Lations. Hail me. Hail me. Hey, and again, you know, it's 2020.

It's a new year. Let the boy go. Let the boy go. Let everyone go. Let everyone go. Anyone. Let the boy go. If you have a bunny.

Open your door. Let your dog out. Let the bunny go. Well, it depends. Because sometimes bunnies like carrots. Oh, no. Now I can't even think about that. Carrot.

Dang it. It's a dream. I was just saying it's hard to get a carrot in the wild. But now our carrots are ruined. Cucumbers are gone. I'm supposed to be losing weight this year. And now I can't even think of vegetables. Oh, you'll be fine.

All right. You'll love it. Oh, this is a fun excuse for you now. No, it's not. You watch a video. No, I mean, honestly, it would have been good if it was a pepperoni, though, because I'm not going to eat that. No, man.

You flip it now and you go watch a couple of videos of women putting things up in their vaginas and you're going to want to eat what they go up there. It'll be great. Okay. Goodbye. This show is made possible by listeners like you. Thanks to our ad sponsors, you can support our shows by supporting them. For more shows like the one you just listened to, go to lastpodcastnetwork.com.