My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - 27 - Your Hometown Murder Email Round-Up

Episode Date: July 28, 2016

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That's Karen. I hate that. Let's start over. I hate that. But we're leaving it in, but let's say let's start over. Okay. Let's start over. Oh, welcome.

To my favorite murder. Welcome. To my favorite murder. Oh, this is so bad. It's, um, it's just uncomfortable to start a podcast. I think anyone listening understands that. Yeah. It's uncomfortable to pretend while you're sitting in your friend's apartment that

you suddenly have some kind of official, like it's as if we're on the radio. Well, you and I have been talking pretty mellow, mellowly in a mellow manner. 15 minutes and then suddenly break in face to face into like newscaster voices weird. Hey, Georgia. Karen. What's up, girl? Are you, um, what's your murdery day been like? My day has been murderlicious and then I just throw myself off a balcony.

Let's start over. So welcome to my favorite murder, the podcast that answers the question, should you talk about murders? The answer is no. We already know the answer. Click. Goodbye. Oh, yet they do it anyway.

I'm going to kick off with my favorite. The reason I'm doing this podcast corrections corner and what is it this week? A British correction as it is every week. Every week we just get something wrong. I think there's something in me and I'm willing to process this on, on the podcast and talk through it on the podcast. There's something in me that wants to be a British expert at expert of all things England, although I do not know anything.

So anything about being a child of Irish immigrants that doesn't give a fuck what you get wrong? I mean, yes, there's something about being the child of Irish, the grandchild of Irish immigrants that makes me have a healthy disrespect for everyone, but especially the British. But I think there's also a weird kind of I like it's so funny to me when people go on to any number of social media platforms that are my favorite murder based and say, Karen, if you liked Marcella, you're going to love Broadchurch and I want to be like, are you fucking kidding me? I watched that shit the second it came out.

It is really weird when someone's like, oh my God, have you guys seen and then it's like it's a staircase. Yes, we absolutely have. Did you guys see dear Zachary and it's like, we're good. There's like some basic ones. I think it's just people new to this. Well, and also I think it's people that get excited. They see something get excited and want to make sure we've seen it.

I don't want to be mean. No, no, no, we're not. It begs the question. Are you new? What the fuck are you talking about? New? Yeah, I've seen it. Yeah.

If it's British, if it's got a like a rugged, handsome lady in charge who's going through some shit, but also has to solve murder and I've seen it. They only have batons. They don't even have guns, which is always so weird to me to see that. They have they have the language. They have their wit and then they have some sticks. They do stick work. I need you to talk me through something.

So I watched two. We have to do my correction. Oh, please go. I said that faggot rights was was not the derogatory term for a gay person in England. We thought it was cigarettes. A fag. Yeah. Is is something they do say is slang, but someone promptly from England emailed us and

was like, not sure what you're talking about or why, which is a great, you know, question to pose, right, but they're like, it absolutely is what Mary Bell was saying when she wrote that graffiti on the wall, so corrections corner, I'm wrong again. Oh my God. Someone needs to please take that clip right there and just and remix it into a next EM EMDR. What do they call it? E-D-M-R.

The electronic dance ASMR. What's the one? What's the one you go to sleep to and what's the one you dance on ASMR is going to sleep in EDM is what you stay up all night. So I promise you, if we ask nicely, someone's going to make an EDM ASMR version of that. Good luck. That's your challenge to combine the both. Good luck.

I just murdered my toes. What were you going to say? I was going to say that I watched two episodes of Marcella. You know what it's like, I know one of them is wrong and I don't know which one. No, no, no. I'm laughing because the people on the show say Marcella. Right. That's one of the things about it is it's like she keeps correcting them.

Yeah. I wasn't into it. You did not like it? I needed to talk me through it. Well, if he didn't like it, he didn't like it. I just really didn't. I thought she wasn't believe, it wasn't believable to me that she was so crazy. I'm not going to give anything away.

It's this British procedural crime drama. Yeah, we've talked about it. I know, but maybe someone's new here. Oh, true, true, true. Are you new? Are you new? Are you new? Are you new?

I mean, I don't know, I just liked it, but also I really do like as long as it's new and British. Yeah, you specifically like those. I really do. Are you? I think they do crime procedures. Great. Yeah.

I think that I am less interested. You don't like drama per se slow. Yeah, they're very slow. I don't like slow and that I don't like I can't understand your accent half the time. So I'm not following. And also you're driving on the wrong side of the road. Oh my God. And why are you drinking tea like seven times a day?

In addition, what the fuck? Let's vow to never do those voices again. Oh my God, never. Except for our real voices, which sound a lot like that, which we don't want to admit actually sound exactly like that. I will recommend this, although it is off topic of the direct murder topic. I've been watching Stranger Things, which is really love it. Two episodes in love it so good.

Love it. And as a person who grew up in the 80s, like those houses, it's a new Netflix series. If you haven't seen it called Stranger Things, it's very popular. People are loving it. One on a writer. Very proud to see her there, hometown girl, one on a writer. And it's so good. She's great.

It's really fun, but that like the friend Barb, the first time the main girl's friend Barb from school, Barb is the best and Barb's hair, glasses and clothes to a person today. You're like, what the fuck? That's exactly what everybody looked like. She could not be more on point, the on pointiest point person in the 80s. Young girls dressed like they were doing a middle age secretary cosplay. And I don't know why. It was like we didn't have a choice had divorced mother of three cosplay.

My friend Heidi Lilly, God rest her soul, had a pair of glasses that were tinted pink on the bottom and blue on the top in seventh grade. So it looked like she was wearing blush and eyeshadow and I was obsessed with them. You know what's so weird is you can tell, you can tell how they got hot. Yes. You know what I mean? Yes. Like you can tell how then later in the 80s, early 90s, maybe in the early 40s, they set

up when we got super hot. But then they show the dude that they're dating or the lady they're dating, their photo from high school and you're all like, what the fuck? But I do want her clothes. That's my style. Yes, that's right. Her clothes. A nice high neck, like a ruffle neck, collars, blouse, made of polyester.

There were a lot of matching vests in the early 80s. They all look like they have too many layers on. Yes. There were tons of layers. That show was great. I also watched that and I'm sure there's somebody out there that's watched the whole thing and gone. Yeah.

You're a day late and it's all short. Good. Fair play. I don't think it's fair. I think it's unfair that we can talk about it and I'm like super excited about it and other people are like, I finished it and I have so many questions about like, you know, like, who's this? Who's that?

What happened here? What happened there? Because you haven't finished it? Yeah. Yeah. The kid without teeth. Oh yeah. Love him.

He's a spin-off in and of himself. Oh my God. Yeah. You know what I love about that? It's the opening credits. Yes. They could not be more 80s. They're so dead on.

They're so, not unsolved mysteries, but what was the other one? The like imaginary stories or someone's yelling it at home and I know they are. Yeah. It's not, it was like creepy stories. Nuck. Tales from the Crypt. No, but it was like that. Creepy stories.

Creepy stories. I don't know. Anyway, it's great. Let's start. Okay. Starts podcast. Well, you know what we're going to do this week? Airy box.

Skippers, come back. Very special episode. Today's a very special episode because we have a Gmail inbox filled with hundreds of hometown murders. Hundreds. Hundreds. Hundreds. So we've, we decided we're going to dig in as we have been promising to do for a long

time and just start reading some of them. So this is a long form hometown murder episode. And it's good because there's a lot of good murders in there. We're just going to, you're just going to get a bunch of minis at once for your buck. And we absolutely didn't text each other this morning and say, I can't, I don't have time to find a murder. I can't do this homework. I have a job today for one day of my life.

It's a hundred degrees outside. I can't be expected to look on Wikipedia for 10 minutes and find a murder. Oh no. What about all the people who are finding us? And this is their first episode. They listen to guys hang in there. Don't give up. Yeah.

Start from the beginning. Yeah. Start from the beginning and then let, let the love build a little bit before you get to this kind of, um, what is this episode 27, 27 last was 26, 6, 6. Yeah. That's right. 27. That's weird.

I always know what episode, how many episodes we've done based on just because that's what we call them. Yeah. That's right. So I, I got a bunch of, so people, people who start the podcast from the beginning don't know that and we didn't have a, my favorite murder Gmail then right. So there's, they send them to my email address. So you don't see them.

Oh, okay. Yeah. These are your private hometown murders. Yeah. I know that they are not deep into the podcast when they send them to my account, but I also hide them from you. So we're good. Yeah.

I like, I like to have secrets. You know that about me. Well, we love secrets. We love them. Do you want it? You start someone said, someone on the Facebook page was like, I love the way you guys don't know who's supposed to go first. You're so off every week.

Yes. When I'm like, it's your turn to start. Yeah. We're never right. You're never right. Guys, as much as we love doing this podcast, it's not like we're that interested. There was a great, there was a Rolling Stone article. Thank you very much.

Oh, that's right. I said, like, they're not big on facts. There's a, they say themselves, there's a reason they're in the comedy category. Yeah. But hey, guess what? Rolling Stone, you can, you can throw stones at glass houses all you want, but you spelled my name right at the top of the article and misspelled it in the middle. So guess what?

You can go fuck yourself. Yeah. Go fuck yourself. We were way off when we started this podcast by two people who are very complicated for some reason, class names. Yeah. Very compound. Except that's just two fucking words that everyone uses on a regular goddamn basis.

And yet they just don't go next to each other according to everyone in the fucking world. And I understand mine are the combinations of ours. Yeah. There's, it's a question that no one's ever gotten it right. But you see it once and you read it and you're like, that's, that's how you read it. It, well, if you're a copy editor and you check it once, you better get the second one. And they never got covered by Rolling Stone. Bye.

It's called biting the hand that feeds you. That's how this is how we do. My first hometown murder is from someone named Charlotte. And she says, hi, George and Karen. I absolutely love the show. I have told my sister about your podcast and she is now a huge fan also. Thank you. Thank you.

If you have a sister and you haven't told her yet. Oh. Come on. It'll bring you guys together. Yeah. Instead of being mad at her for throwing a Barbie at your head when you were six, Lee. Lee Hardstark. Lee Hardstark.

That's going out to you. Then everything's fine. Instead of being mad at her for, uh, for chasing you down the hallway and beating you with a brush, Laura killed Gareth all my life. Um, her sisters do an episode one week. My sister does not listen to this. And every time she's like, if people keep telling me, like she went to her high school reunion, she's like, oh my God, people were telling me they like your podcast, but I don't

even understand what you're doing. Like she brings a level of disdain to everything if they can't. If your family can't watch it on TV and see your name on television, they don't think you're succeeding. Yeah. It doesn't. It doesn't count. No.

All we have are you guys who listen and love. Hopefully. Thanks guys. Or listen and judge. I'll take anything. Love and judge. Same thing. Whatever.

All right. So she said, many of the things you say are thoughts I have, but nobody, but nobody to really tell them to, yeah, um, that would understand in parentheses. So when I first listened to your podcast, I was like, oh my God, there are others out there. That's exactly right, Charlotte. I grew up in a small town of about 4,200 South of Kansas City, Missouri. My sister babysat for a wonderful family.

And when she went to college, I then filled in for her. So this would have been in 1979 or 1980. I was 13 or 14 years old. Oh, she'd like stranger things. That's her jam. For sure. My mom would come over and visit while I was babysitting, just swing by and say hi, chat for a bit.

This particular night, my mom came over and by the time she left to go home, it was dark around 1030 or so. I thought I heard a car door and thinking it was the couple I was babysitting for. I went and turned the front porch light on for them. They didn't come in. And so I thought, okay, I guess that was just another car in the neighborhood. It was around 1130 or 12 when they got home and the husband of the couple took me home. Around 2am.

My dad. That's creepy. Now that's creepy. Um, around 2am, my dad comes in my room and wakes me up and says that there are two high rate patrol officers downstairs and they want to talk to me. Describe my face right now. What the fuck? George's eyes are as wide as they possibly could be and she looks legitimately scared.

I'm so excited. My first thought was, oh my God, something happened to one of the kids in their sleep or something like that. They told us that the next door neighbor, Lyle Norman, and then in parentheses, is it okay to give names? Yes. But yes, because, yes, um, cause this is now a case. The next door neighbor, Lyle Norman of the house I was babysitting at, she means next

door to the house she was babysitting at, had just been murdered in his house the same time I was babysitting next door. That wasn't a car door. And asked if I heard or saw anything strange, come to find out the man, Lyle, had just been on a cruise and stopped by a bar or casino or something and picked up a guy and brought him home. Sorry, trying to type this with two cats, prancing back and forth on my computer. I get it.

All right. It doesn't. Anyway, this guy stabbed Lyle, killing him and probably robbed him. And they think he left around the 1030ish time when I heard the car door thinking it was the couple I was babysitting for when I turned the front door. Lyle. I'm really glad I didn't go outside and see if it was the couple or not. And I was just so thankful my mom hadn't run into the crazy guy when she went out to her

car and that the kids are okay. That was so sad to hear Lyle been murdered. I think they ended up catching the guy. But if you search Lyle, Norman Butler, Missouri, the story should pop up. That's a murderers name. Hey, I'm Aresha and I'm Brooke and we're the hosts of Wondery's podcast, Even the Rich, where we bring you absolutely true and absolutely shocking stories about the most famous families and biggest celebrities the world has ever seen.

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No wait. No, he's the victim. Anyways, that's what I meant. It sounds like a victim. And then she's got a second one. You want me to read it? I don't, yes. One other quick story.

My husband at the time and I and my daughter lived out in the country in an old house in an area where a battle occurred during the Civil War time. And my husband worked night, so I let my daughter sleep with me in the middle of the night. I hear one of her music boxes fucking playing, that's what she wrote. Fucking playing. It had been played long enough that it woke me up and I was pretty heavy sleeper back then. I'm flipping out, but laid really still in case it was someone robbing us or something.

But then I thought, why would somebody wind up a music box a minute or two later, I hear something fall on the ground in the other room. I lay awake forever, didn't want to leave my daughter alone in bed and had my hand on this heavy lamp in case I needed it to protect me and she with it. The next morning I slowly walk into the next room where there's a sturdy coat rack that had a shelf above it that had books and heavy flower pot on it. The books were on the ground, the flower pot was still on the shelf. There wasn't any way the cat could have gotten on the shelf.

Then I go to my daughter's bedroom and see where her music boxes were. They were all on a shelf that went along one wall and the shelf was up near the ceiling and an adult could reach it with a chair, but she couldn't have reached it and hadn't played with them in forever. Then we find a piece of raw chicken on a paper plate on the kitchen counter and none of us put it there. What? No!

I'm going to say ghost. A friend built a house down the road years later and said they walked in their living room one evening and an old woman was sitting in the rocking chair. No, by Karen. It was nice knowing you. No doubt the area is haunted. Raw chicken, though. That's like, that suddenly took a turn for the, wait, what?

Yeah, raw chicken is, yeah, I'm not, maybe it was a cat. Maybe it was a really, really, really smart cat that loved music. Do you know what? Go on, sorry. Oh, she just ends it by saying, last crazy thing, if you Google people in the 1800s posing with dead bodies. Oh yeah. Holy shit.

That's fucked up. Anyway. Take care. Stay safe. Thanks for letting me share. Charlotte. She's good. Did I ever tell you, so I totally don't believe in ghosts.

If they exist, fine. I'm not going to argue it, but when I was a little kid, I was in bed. I had insomnia. It was like, I woke up like three in the morning. I was lying there in bed and I saw, and we had like a, we had like a closet that like on roller doors. Yes. And one just opened.

One of the closets just opened. While you were lying there looking at it, and we didn't have cats yet because my parents were still married and that wasn't a thing yet. So like, I just got all the courage in my life and ran to my parents' room. But I totally saw the, I saw it open. Oh my God. Did I tell you the story about when my sister and I both heard breathing outside? No.

It was summer. It was like hot like it is right now. And so my sister and I both had our windows open in our rooms and our rooms, the hallway went down in an L shape. So like my room, my sister's room, it turned left and then my parents, like the master bedroom is the end of that. And my sister's room was directly across from my parents. So I'm laying in my bed and my sister's laying in her bed.

Everybody's asleep, but the lights still on in my parents' room. And we hear footsteps in the tan bark outside of our windows and heavy breathing. Like, and footsteps, like slow footsteps. I'm laying there. I freeze. It's the scariest thing. Like all the hair on the back of my neck goes up and I'm laying there and I'm like, I can't be hearing this.

I can't sleep. And then I see my sister bolt across my doorway into my parents' room, like really fast. And so I get up and run in there too. And my sister's like, there's somebody outside. There's somebody in the tan bark. Like in, there's, you know, tan bark, it's that stuff that's like wood chips, big wood chips. Melch.

Mulch. Yes. But it's big and it's dry. So they use, they use it like on playgrounds a lot. You can hear it. Yes. If you walk through it, it is a crunchy sound. And that's like all the, all the landscaping in front of our windows was all that tan bark

and hedges. Oh my God. So my dad pulls open the nightstand drawer, pulls out a switch blade. Dad. Flicks it open. Hell yeah. I'd never seen that knife before. I'd never seen him open that.

He'd never talked about it. He's been waiting for this opportunity. He was like, yeah, he knew. Goes outside. It's a golden retriever. I did not expect it to end this heavy breathing. It was the scariest and then it turned out to be, it was like some neighbor's golden retriever got out and was just walking around.

And then it wasn't even a pit bull. It was like, it was like the dog that was the nicest dog in the world. It was an old, slow, hot bummed out golden retriever. Angel. Oh, sorry. Sorry, my dad had to cut you. And so your dad slit his throat. Welcome with a knife to teach him a lesson, don't come around our property.

Oh, that was amazing. Okay. Now you go. Okay. I'm going to start, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to start, I'm going to start mellow to keep you motherfuckers, just stay around. Because sometimes I'll be like, tune into these podcasts, it's like a listener shit. And I'm like, oh, that's going to be boring.

I came here to listen to you guys talk. Right. So no, I'm going to, I'm going to go slow. So wait. So you're starting, you're in fear that people think it's boring. You're starting mellow. That's true. You want to, you want to catch them and they're all good.

Okay. All right. I'm going to, I'm going to start good. I'm not questioning you. I'm just clarifying. You are, but you are correct. Okay. Okay.

Okay. I just want to say that it's correct. So Samantha M says, so I have one of the creepiest hometown murder stories. At first it never occurred to me that I remembered this horrible quadruple murder that happened while growing up. I went to elementary, elementary junior in high school with these identical twins. They were a grade older than me. So I never had a class with them, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

They didn't associate with anyone from school, didn't go to parties, weren't allowed to go to dances and didn't even speak to anyone besides each other. The eight lunch alone at a table to themselves. Identical twins. Identical twins. They were of Middle Eastern descent. So I assumed their parents were simply strict. The odd thing about them, however, is that they dressed, and this is in all caps, identical

every single day, the entire time I knew them. This beginning from kindergarten to graduation. And when I say identical, I mean everything from their hair brits to their watches, socks, and shoes matched. Never missed a day. We know where this is going. Yeah. It was a golden retriever.

They were both golden retrievers. You know, golden retrievers love to match. It was two golden retrievers on each other's shoulders with a trench coat. Anyways, we all graduated and never saw them again. Their parents were very wealthy. They lived in this gated community in the mansions of San Clemente. That's Orange County, where I'm from, very rich people, where their mom's best friend lives.

I actually, where my mom's best friend lives, I actually did my pictures for my wedding and got ready at her house, the mom's house, because it's so beautiful and overlooks the ocean. They're still living at home and attending college when this happened. Family members approached police saying that they hadn't heard from the girls and their parents for a while and it was unusual. The police did a perimeter search and said that maybe they had gone on vacation. You know, wrong.

Per protocol, they were not allowed to break in yet. The next week, the family pestered the police against stating that this was highly unusual for them not to let anyone know they had left. I believe it was two or more perimeter checks before police finally broke in, at which time the smell was so bad that they had to have people come in with scuba masks. Oh, no. The bodies were so badly decomposed, it took a while to find the cause of death, but they were able to determine that the entire family was wearing black.

No evidence of a struggle was present. The girls were lying next to each other in bed. The grandmother was on a lounge chair and the parents were in their closet. Eventually, they determined the girls and grandmother died of a prescription drug overdose and the parents went in the closet where their mother shot the husband, where the mother shot the husband and then killed herself. The whole thing was super creepy and made me realize how you never really know what goes on in a person's life behind closed doors.

I feel bad for what kind of lives these girls must have had in spite of their outwards facade of money and privilege. Hope to hear more of you guys. Oh, thank you, Samantha, that's so sad. Samantha, that's intense. Although I have to say, I understand what she means by saying you never know what goes on behind closed doors, but I think you had a slight indication with people who dressed exactly like each other from kindergarten through high school.

And if I had twins, one of their heads would be shaved their entire life and the other ... That's a good idea. I would have never cut their hair. That's a good idea. Right? And make sure that's the girl. Yeah, and then they'd psychologically be fine from then on out.

If you scar them early, nothing else can hurt them. Right, because they don't know any different. All you need is to scar. It was like a mini-heaven's gate. That's so intense. It is weird. You think... I did this a lot, or I think back to kids I went to elementary school with and I'm like, oh man, I bet you had some... like your shit was real fucked up.

I just thank God that I was so ignorant. Yeah. And just I thought... well, back then I thought everyone had the life I had. I remember asking my teacher, Ellen Lesher, who is my grammar school teacher and family friend. That was right. It's so sad. She put me to bed one night when she was over having dinner with my parents and I wanted

her to come and tuck me in and so she said, she asked me if I had any question I could ask. She told me I could ask her anything. She did an AMA with me. She did an analog AMA and I asked her, I said, there's a little girl in my class, let's just say her name was Sarah Jane and I said, why is Sarah Jane's face always dirty? And I was saying it like... because I thought she was going to give me some answer and she said because she doesn't have anybody to clean it for her and as a fourth grader, I just

started crying in my bed. I had no idea. I had no idea that anybody would live that way. And that's how intensely privileged and sheltered I was. Yes. I know that Robert, this kid in my class, everyone made fun of him because he smelled bad and wore the same clothes all the time and now I'm like, oh, your mom was a hoarder and couldn't have... I clearly understand now that it wasn't your fucking choice to

be like that and you got made fun of and I hope he's okay. Well, kids don't have a choice. That's the one good thing I always make jokes about, we need to bring bullying back, but I am totally joking in that way that kids get attacked by other kids for things that are not their fault and it really sucks because it's a thing they're already suffering by. I got it and I did it to other people as much as I want to be like, I was a nerd and made fun of a lot. Well, I deflected my shit by making fun of other people.

I wasn't better than the popular kids making fun of me. Then you shouldn't have a podcast. Well, no, I was... Same here and that's because it's mob rules. You don't want to be the target, you have to make sure someone else stays the target so it's not you. I wish I was Matilda or those kids in movies where you're like, they stand up for kids who are underdogs and make friends with them and it's like, no, I was kind of a dick too. I mean, that's the majority of people, I think.

All we can do now is have a great podcast. That's the only thing we can do now is... Podcast of the world. Okay, Karen, here you go. Charissa sent us this. It says, hello ladies. I started listening. I have very sibilant S's. I've noticed this lately on the podcast.

You went in the where? This is not Clarissa. This is me talking. My S's are very sharp. Is it because mine are soft? No. No. I think it's because my teeth are floating and moving around in my mouth.

That's a creepy thing. It's kind of like I keep... Anyway, there's a new level of self-consciousness that I need to get rid of because who gives a fuck at the end of the day? It's just you and I. I know. It's just you and I. And my S's. Hello, ladies.

I just started listening to your podcast this week and I haven't gotten all the way through the episodes yet, so I hope this isn't a duplicate. So do I, Clarissa. Anyway, I have not one but two hometown murders for you. The first one is just plain horrifying. It happened in a house that is almost directly across the street from me and the killer was Megan Huntsman. She has been charged with killing and hiding six newborn babies in her garage.

Oh fuck. Somehow, and I'm still trying to figure this out, she managed to hide seven pregnancies over a decade. She never went to the hospital. No one knew what was going on. Apparently, she would give birth, strangler or suffocate the baby, wrap bodies in garbage bags, store the box in her garage. She left the corpses when she moved away.

What the shit? The police found seven dead babies, but only six had been murdered. The last one was born stillborn. Her husband is the one who found the corpses. Oh, he didn't even know, too? He had spent eight years in prison for drugs and when he got out, he went to the house to clear it out and get it ready for rental. He said the garbage, the garage, smelled horrible and he had a friend help him clean

out the garage to figure out where the smell was coming from. What I don't get is the fact that he was there in the house with her during the times those babies were born and subsequently murdered. Well, it doesn't sound like he was if he was in prison for eight years. His babies, were they? Well, yeah. I mean, that might be why she had to kill them, but Jesus Christ. He claims he had no idea she was pregnant or had babies and the police decided not to

charge her with anything. She pled guilty to six counts of murder and has been sentenced to life in prison. She has three surviving children. Oh, no. Oh, that's the scariest thing I've ever read. Intense therapy immediately. And claimed she was too addicted to meth to take care of more. Isn't it funny how many like fucking together people are trying so hard to have a goddamn

baby and then these fucking people who have meth and kill the babies? Oh, yo yo. Six in a row. Anyway, that's my hometown murder story. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks, Clarissa. Bye. I'm sorry.

I keep saying Clarissa. It's Charissa. Charissa with an age. That was intense. That was crazy. She didn't include two story. It was just one. That's that's enough.

We love you, Charissa. Yeah, that was that was murders. Two murders. Did anyone try to hide their pregnancy? No. Did anyone in your high school get pregnant? One person got pregnant and she just carried it, had it. We had one too.

Everyone knew. It's fucked up. How do you, I don't even know. Well, you know what's crazy? It's just that thing and maybe it's slowly changing now, but like they never, I went to a Catholic high school, so they weren't allowed to teach about birth control. But of course kids were having sex.

So the whole thing was this, it was like getting away with the ultimate risk is what all the kids were doing basically. Wait, what, having sex was the ultimate, was the ultimate risk? The risk of pregnancy. Oh. Like, because basically-

Because you didn't use a condom. Well, I know, no, they did, but I mean, I'm sure there's some that probably convinced each other they didn't need to. Well, they're 100%, right? Yeah, the rhythm method. But I mean, like once that happens, then you're in that group where it's like,

I think kids, those, at least I feel like, and maybe it's just because I was so naive and didn't really know what was going on, but like, that that's the risk. You really, you're basically about to become a pariah. If you become a teen mom. Because that's, I mean, and I'm, that's not my opinion. I'm saying that's how you end up like

in the eyes of your small town or whatever. I mean, this is, I'll say this about so many things. Skin of my teeth or my fucking hormones are jacked that I didn't have to get pregnant as a kid. I said, I'm like, not a kid, but you know what I mean? Yes. Teenage. As a young person. Yeah. Skin of my teeth or my womb is ruined.

Either way. Either way. God bless America. Thank you, God. So let's see, I'm gonna pick another one. Okay. All right, this is from Leonard. Leonard. What's up, Leonard? So my hometown murder story happened in my high school days. I was coming home from a basketball practice

later than I normally would have. And as I came to the corner to walk to my block, I see half a dozen cop cars surrounding my best friend's house. Lights are flashing everywhere and I see my friend in the back of one car, his brother in another car. I'm assuming he needs cop cars.

And on the stairs leading up to the house, on the opposite corner, a female body not fucking moving. I'm like, what the fuck is going on? So later I come to find out that my friend's dad eventually evidently got into an argument with his wife and began all caps, stabbing her over and over. My friend was home and tried to save her

and fought off his father. I repeat, fought off his father after stabbing his mother and he took off in his car and escaped. Meanwhile, the mom is still fucking alive and gets out of the house and staggers to the neighbor's house but collapses before reaching the door and all caps dies. Dies at the neighbor's stairs.

Jesus. So yeah, first and only time seeing a dead body, not at a funeral. So my friend and his brother eventually get cleared and released and the media picks up on the murder and calls him the killer dentist. And then he says, guess what his job was? And he's a fugitive for like three to four days.

So dad is fucking gone. Then news breaks that he was found in the next state over, committed suicide in a motel and left a note. Oh no. Murray is fuzzy but he and his wife were separating and he had been sleeping on the couch for some time and what I clearly remember though was me, my friend and his dad soon to be murdered,

murderer eating at fucking chilies like a week before it went down and to be a goddamn cliche, I honestly did not see it coming. He was the nicest guy, et cetera, et cetera. Oh man. He wrote et cetera, et cetera. So yeah, friend and his brother moved to Florida

to live with extended family and it's nearly a decade before they moved back home. That story was legit true. Feel free to check it out. Late 90s, early 2000s, Leonard, I believe you. I'd love to know what you guys, what you think even if you don't read it on your show, exclamation mark.

Well, guess what, Leonard? But if you do, give me a heads up. I'm weird and I'm listening to your old shows from episode one on. Again, thanks for reading and don't get murdered. Wow. Thanks, Leonard. Leonard sat at chilies with a fucking murder. I'm looking at 98, is that weird?

Well. Blumen Onion, is that there? Is Blumen Onion Outback Steakhouse? Something. I think it is. Yeah. It could have been an awesome blossom. Awesome blossom.

Wait, no, that might be. That's Outback. Is that Outback? Yeah. I've had one of them at one of those places but I can't remember which one or where. Let's do the thing. Remember when we said that if we hit,

like whatever, some arbitrary number, we were gonna go eat at a steakhouse? Oh yeah. Let's do the next arbitrary number. We'll go eat it at chilies. Let's do that. We're not gonna do either of those things. We can.

Here's why. I used to love chilies because I think they're the ones that had queso. Oh right. Which is like that amazing. It's just nacho cheese. It's nacho cheese but it's like when they melted and there's some meat in there.

And chilies. Yeah. In there, not chilies. It's a little bit spicy. Not the whole restaurant. And they give you chips, right? 1,000 chips. It's the best.

Man, when I fucking, when I get a cheese plate, which is very often, or guacamole, and they don't give you enough bread or chips, it's a fucking conspiracy. Yeah, that's not cool. Also it's bread. Like how expensive could it be?

Yeah. It's gonna go bad tomorrow anyway. Throw it on there. And then I have to like, can we get a little more bread? And the waiter's like, let me see what I can do. Oh yeah, well. It's fucking bread dude.

Flow me that favor. Yeah. Then I'll give you 26% instead of the normal 23, which is why I don't have money. That's not true. I'm on a tangent. I don't care. I love it.

That's intense. I love when there's first person involvement in these. It just makes it exciting to me. All right. Next year. Want to do another one? Yeah. Well, because that reminds me,

the dentist reminds me, there was a couple of ones. The killer dentist, guess what his, guess what his professional one is? One of us. Oh, this is a good one. Okay.

This is from Cody. And the title, the subject line is all the way from Australia. Hello. Hello. Govna. That's not how it's done there. Sorry.

Sorry there Cody. Hi ladies. Hey ladies. I love your podcast in Australia. During the 60s, we had a lot of child murders. Australia is legit with murders. I said that to someone recently

that was from Australia. I was like, you guys have a lot of great murders. And they were like, what? They were like, good bye. Bye. On the day Neil Armstrong took a step on the moon. Well, the TV aired a man walking on the moon, could be a sound studio, could be real life.

I'm not making any claims. This is not that podcast. Awesome. Two children, Shane Spiller and Yvonne Tuey went on a picnic. A man jumped out, grabbed Tuey. Spiller was able to fight him off with a hatchet and run away to get help.

What did he have a hatchet? They were on an axe picnic? I don't know. He was able to describe the car and a naval sticker on the car. It was too late though, as they had found Tuey's body horrifically murdered. The cops then drove to the naval base

with Spiller in the car. And Spiller ID'd the car. The police entered the naval base and found Derek Percy literally red-handed, washing his bloody clothes. This guy is linked to multiple child murders and he is considered one of Australia's worst serial killers. Derek Percy, gotta look him up.

D-E-R-E-C-K. Anywho, flash forward to 2002. Date line. Thousands of kilometers away, whatever that means. Thousands of kilometers away, Spiller had been living close to my home in very small, close-knit community for ages. Then, and he then suddenly disappeared in 2002.

It's not been heard of since. And this is the witness. That it's the survivor of those two children. I think he was fucked up. Yeah. He probably just got discovered there and was like, see you later. Bye.

Google search Derek Percy. He is linked to so many child murders. Most notably, he had a notebook with the beach that the three Beaumont siblings went missing at Circle. I've always wanted to do the Beaumont siblings, but it's so, it goes nowhere. It goes nowhere. It's three kids who walk to the beach,

very close to their house. It's something they did all the time. And it was in the 70s, right? But they were seen talking to like a young surfer guy. Yeah. And then they just fucking off the face of the earth disappeared. And never heard from no trace.

Three of them. Three of them. Like a girl and two boys, I don't know. I think. It was, there was a girl and there were boys. I don't know. Yes, yes. Somewhere around.

I had the same exact feeling about that case where I think that podcast that has a girl and two guys. So not generate, I always think it's Generation Y, but it's. Shoot. Fuck. There, I think they're out of Portland. They did a really good one.

Yeah. On this, I'm pretty sure. Anyway, sorry guys. I feel like we need to look this up. Should like give them a shout out. It's like, what in the, what do you know? It's like a question phrase. It's totally, and that's why I think it's Generation Y

all the time, but it's not. I'll read the rest of this while you look that up. Also it came out that his mother is an upstanding citizen who destroyed evidence for him. Oh, that mother and son bond. Cute parentheses fucking douchebag. Love you guys, PS. Yes, I'm a girl, even though my name sounds like a dude's name.

Thank you, dude. Cody, that was an awesome email. Very awesome. Very awesome. I love that. Derek, I'm looking up Derek Percy. I'm looking up. That's a really good one.

I'm looking up. I'm here I am looking at things. Here I am. Here I am. Son of a cunt, what is it? Son of a cunt. That's a new one. Everyone's yelling it at home and I'm so sorry.

You know what? We'll find it by the end. Okay. What if we do that way? We'll Instagram it. Yes. So you read yours and then I'll keep looking. Okay, it's your turn, Karen.

Yeah. No, no, I just read it. I just read it. No, it's your turn to look. Oh, okay. And ignore me. No, I was just, I'm drinking too much bourgeois. It's your turn, Karen.

Can I talk about this wine that Vince heard that Eric Andre, I mean not Eric Andre, Andre the Giant was really into bourgeois, which is like a cheap white wine. Yeah. I mean red wine. God damn it. You got it.

You got this thing. So he like, Vince never liked red wine and he hunted down bourgeois because Andre the Giant was into it and now we drink bourgeois. Do you love it? It's actually really good. I actually love the word bourgeois.

Bourgeois. It sounds like you're trying to be fancy. It sounds like the 80s. Yeah. All right. It really does. I'm gonna do a long one. Okay.

This is from Angie. She says, in my hometown when I was 16, there was an entire family murdered by the 17 year old son. He went to my high school, rode the bus with me when he went to my neighbor's house. Neighbor is loose where I'm from, from country. He lived about two miles away.

And the sister he murdered used to hang out in the quote band hallway every day, which is why I knew her. My mom was a cop for the city of Grand Rapids. Grand Rapids. And on her way home that night, she camped on the murder and called me to see if I knew anyone who lived in the house.

I was about four miles away from our home and on a very busy road. The murder wasn't in her jurisdiction, but she was a prominent police officer and new county officers who were. She stopped to help. Naturally, she wouldn't tell me any of the details because she fiercely protected her daughters

from the horrible things she saw that they desperately wanted to know about. Upon reflection, maybe this is why I became obsessed with true crime. Lucky for me, I live in a small enough town that rumors spread and details leaked out about the murders from other people who knew the cops that worked the case.

The story goes like this. John Seasling, 17 years old, got into a fight with his mother and his sister, Caitlyn, 14. He claims he blacked out and when he woke up, they were all murdered, including his eight-year-old sister in her bed. And he was covered in blood. He called the police and said that,

oh, Jesus, here we go. He said, two black guys robbed them and murdered his family, but he was able to get away. And then she writes those pesky black guys always committing those mass murders. Yeah. I mean, come the fuck on. Then he confesses that the killing

was once the police arrived. However, apparently he beat his mother and Caitlyn with baseball bats and stabbed them with large kitchen knives. He also apparently, oh fuck, ready for this? He also apparently raped his 14-year-old sister with, oh no, said baseball bat. Cops who worked the murder apparently vomited

when they got there and said that it was the worst crime scene they had ever come upon, blood everywhere. The worst part, and she says maybe, it's all pretty horrible, is that he made his youngest sister go lay in her, I don't, and then he slithered her throat. Another pretty awful part is that we heard Caitlyn got away from him and ran out into the street,

but he dragged her back and they found blood streaks across the ground. The most horrible part about this is that the road they lived on was right by the highway and nearly always busy. No one saw this somehow. He used to have a weird, he used to have weirdo fantasies about coming upon the scene and saving her.

No, wait, I'm sorry. I used to have weirdo fantasies about coming upon the scene and saving her. That's not weirdo, that makes sense. No, those are my fantasies in why I'm going to therapy. The murder stayed with me a while. Yeah, school the next day was so eerie and quiet. Everyone knew what happened and everyone had stories

about John and Caitlyn. John was weird that much I knew, and in the weeks after the murder, when we all talked about it, I couldn't remember if I actually ever talked to John or not. In my memory now, he used to say weird shit to me on the bus, but honestly, lots of dudes in my small product town were weirdos.

We still, I'll talk about the murder and I will still hear new rumors about what he did and why. He always claimed he was abused by both his mother and father and his mother and sister just made him angry. Some people thought it was because he was a Satanist when he admitted to being Wiccan. And other people talked about hearing him say he wanted to kill his family,

but no one took him seriously, just awful. I recently heard 12 years later about the cops vomiting everywhere. The last line in that article is upsetting. He had some advice for people, don't abuse your children or they might kill you. Well, I mean, he's right. But did they abuse him?

Well, yeah. I feel like if they had abused him, he wouldn't have, he would have just killed them. You mean instead of like raping the sister? Yeah, I feel like the raping the sister and slitting the throat of an eight-year-old is you're, something's wrong with you. For sure.

Yeah, cause they didn't abuse him. No, and it has nothing to do with. It's not revenge. It's not revenge. Yeah. It's you just. Or at least it's not revenge in the story you're telling. It's, it doesn't line up.

It doesn't. Fuck, that's intense. Did you find it? I did, it's thinking sideways. Thinking sideways. It's Steve, Devin and Joe's podcast, Thinking Sideways. It's a really good, if you like, here's the thing. If you like facts,

if you like really well researched stories and deeply researched stories, this is your podcast, Thinking Sideways. But also opinions. Yes. They all have opinions, which is fun. Well, it's a really good discussion. Yeah.

Because it kinda, it seems like they do it the way we do it where like the, I listen to a couple and it's like people, they ask each other questions as they talk through the case. So one guy who sounds like a radio host from the 40s. Yeah. Is amazing. I don't know who's who.

I don't either. It's a really good podcast though. I'm Georgia and that's Karen. In case you don't know who's who. Okay. You wanna go, why don't we both do one more? Sure. We're at 50 minutes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll each do one more. Okay. Let's see. There's a really good one that I had in here, marked in here about an ophthalmologist, but I'm not gonna search for it. Okay.

Can I read one of my, I didn't read, you wanna take one of these? No, I have a couple, I have a couple marked. Okay. I just, I'll go straight into axe murders. Yay. Elvis is standing by. Like Elvis can tell when this is wrapping up.

Basically, my presence means treats to him. Can you guys hear that dog barking? Yes, we can, daughter. All right. What? Quack. Oh, he did it. It's just your chatting.

Elvis, it's not your time yet. You're too early. All right, ready? Yeah. Molly, subject line axe murders. Yay. Okay, so I literally started listening this morning. The show is amazing.

I love true crime. I think you guys are really funny. I wanted to share my hometown murder with you too. So in 1988, in Rochester, Minnesota, that's MN, right? Oh, do you know, I didn't say that. I didn't say the initials of the last Grand Rapids, Michigan. Yeah, cause that wasn't sure. Cause you were afraid.

That's where my husband's from. Anyway, come on. I'm the worst. It's the fear that's keeping us from. It's fear. It's all it is. I'm pretty sure MN is Minnesota. Yeah.

In Rochester, Minnesota, this 16 year old named David Brum killed his mom, dad, little sister, and little brother. He got in a fight with his dad over the music he listened to. David was a goth kid going to Catholic school. What was he listening? It was like something stupid. We were like, they were not even that good. What was it?

808 state. His dad told him not to listen to whatever music he was listening to and David got pissed. When most of his family was sleeping, his older brother Joe wasn't home that night. He took an axe from the basement and attacked his family. If I remember correctly, he killed his dad first. His mom woke up at one point.

His mom had defensive wounds on her arms from the axe. David went to school the next day, bragging to his friends about what he did. When no one could find him later on, his friends went to school administration. They in turn called the cops, who went into the home, found the dead bodies. They didn't find David until the evening,

two miles from the school in a phone booth at the post office, less than a mile from the house I grew up in. Was he just hanging out? Uh, I don't know, it doesn't say. I bet he was dead. I wasn't alive during this time, but my dad called my mom at least a couple of times

to make sure she was okay during the manhunt. Wait, he was just in the phone booth? I thought he killed himself in the phone booth. No, no, no, no. He was just, he was trying to make calls or something. They basically found him there. Okay. So it was a manhunt.

And the last thing there was it was terrifying. David is still in prison and is eligible for parole in 2041. His brother Joe has passed away in the past couple of years. So he doesn't have any family left. I honestly don't think he'll be released from prison, but stranger things have happened. Sorry, this was so long wanted to share. Love the show.

Molly. That wasn't long, Molly. It was not long. No. What is it with these? That's, there's a couple of these kinds of stories of like. Teenage boys. Teenage boys trying to deal with all their chemicals.

Chemicals. Outside and in. Hormones, anger, especially back in it. I feel like there was such a switch from the baby. Baby boomers to like the Gen Xers. And that there was like, there was a knot. They didn't understand each other. No, not at all.

And they didn't tolerate each other. And I will say as a person growing up in the 80s, boys, at least at my school got the shit beaten out of them every single day. Yeah. There were some bullies at my school that were downright terrifying. And it would, and like hitting your spankings

and belt whippings were like you being a good parent. Yeah. I got fucking spanked with wooden spoons. Did you really? Yeah. It sucked. And now I look at my nephews and I'm like, I thought of fucking beating them up with an odd,

like hitting them. Yeah. Violence against children to teach them not to do something. But were your parents spanked? Cause a lot of times that's what normalizes it. My dad was definitely abused by his father. Oh. Left the home after he by punching his father in the face

and then walked out at 16 and never came back. Wow. But my mom, I don't know. My mom wasn't. Wow. But she was the one who spanked us. It's all coming out on my favorite movie. Well, it happened a lot.

My mom and I are friends. Yeah. I'm good. It happened to so many people. I think because my mom had a super rotten childhood herself, she was like, there was never any hitting. And there was always like a discourse. But, you know, but they also were still 80s parents.

Right. And like went on cruises constantly. My mom was a single mother of three children under 10. So like, what else are you going to do then? Like grab kitchen utensils and just beat the shit out of you. Yeah. Lose your fucking mind and do your best. Yeah.

Birth control. This episode of My Favorite Murder has been brought to you by birth control. Any kind you can get your hands on. Just grab stuff. Just use it. All right. I'm going to read one by let's see here.

All right. Let's do. Wait. OK. OK. This one's good. OK. Kylene writes, this story makes the hair on my arm stand up.

Rarely are we confronted with the realization that we so easily could never have been born. Oh. When she was 20 years old, my mother went on a date with a serial killer. His name was Thor Nyl Christiansen. And he murdered several women in Solving in Isla Vista, California between 1976 and 79.

What? Again, fucking Central California, Northern California. Get the fuck out. Solving is up like wine country, right? It's like two hours from Los Angeles. Yeah. Like right outside of Santa Barbara.

It's it's it's a Dutch Disneyland, basically. Yeah. It looks like it's for tourists. It's for tourists. And there's an alpaca farm. And Isla Vista is like the shitty part of Santa Barbara, where all the kids go to college. Oh, OK.

Right. All right. So the way she tells the story, and to be honest, she's only told me twice. So once as a warning as a teenager, and then just a few months ago after plowing her with several classes of Pinot Grigio. So some details are hazy.

Is that she was a sorority girl at UCSB in Santa Barbara, living in a studio apartment, one night at a bar, a, quote, surfer looking guy with blonde hair hit on her. And she agreed to leave with him. Nope. Her bartender friend pleaded with her not to leave, but she didn't listen. The surfer, hold on, the surfer at the bar

drove a, quote, super creepy van. And they climbed in. Oh, the 70s. After driving around and making out, he suddenly turned down a way she didn't recognize. Eventually, he pulled into a cemetery. It was there he parked, went to the back of the van, and pulled out a suitcase full of women's clothing.

He told my mom to put on the clothes and get out of the van. My mother put on the clothes and developed a plan. In a stunning stroke of genius, she said, oh, this is hot. This is so turning me on. And shaking, she led him back to her apartment where she lived alone. Admittedly, this was the flaw in my mother's plan, but thank God she got out of the fucking cemetery.

Yes, she said 100%. Once back to her studio, she had led him to her bed and started kissing him, still wearing the creepy clothes. No idea. She picked up a lamp, smashed it over his head, and screamed, get the fuck out of my house. And he ran away. Her neighbors all came out of their apartments

to see if she was OK. And she said she was. And then she stayed with her sorority sister for a few nights. I don't even know if my dad knows a story, let alone the police. My mother said she never went to anyone and then moved back home to San Diego,

so missed when he was captured. She didn't know his name or that he was a serial killer. So in May, when I plowed her with wine to get her to spill the details. She means plied her with wine. OK, but please don't. It's not me. OK, OK.

I'm just saying. She really plowed. You're right. You get plowed on wine. You plie people with wine. I think Kylene and I are like similar people because I swear to God it says plowed. I believe you.

I believed it the whole time and I'm fine with it. I plied her with wine to get her to spill the details because I'm a terrible daughter. I researched it. I'm so embarrassed now, Karen. I'm sorry. No, it's plied. Well, you're just reading it.

OK. All right. Originally, I thought. It just plowed makes it sound like she fucked her own mom. Sorry. But that's. No, I got it. You're right.

You're right. OK, originally, I thought this quote surfer dude was the original night stalker, but the dates and story don't add up. Love this girl that she's like researching this. Yes. She's like, what serial killer could it be? Yeah.

When I stumbled across Christianson, I showed her his picture and she wrote which was a mistake and she confirmed. I'm not sure what kind of information you need to confirm the story, but I'm happy to help in any way I can. Like we're questioning this girl's story. Oh, I know.

I saw the photo. Did you? Karen's showing me this photo. He looks like he looks like he'd be a wrestler. Like a wrestler from the 70s. That's exactly like he was called the original night stalker wrestler. Like he looks.

But he also has that look on his face like, I'm chill. Everything's chill. Yeah. I think he's German or something. Yeah. He definitely looks like Macho Man Randy Savage or something. Is she done? Yeah, that's it.

Because here's the good news to the end of that story. He was stabbed to death in Folsom Prison. Yay. If anyone's worried, the man who killed four women, wow, that's so intense. I want to investigate this story more and know if putting him in women's clothes was a thing or were those the clothing of the women who

he had killed before her? This bitch almost got killed. That is. Yeah, she was in it. That's so crazy. I know, right? Yeah. Fuck, man.

I'm trying to scan really quickly. But yeah, I don't see anything about clothes. Well, that one's good. I'm sweating profusely. I smell kind of bad. Pretty sure. I'm definitely sweating. Sorry.

I love those. I like those fast ones. I do, too. I mean, it's very satisfying to just go, not have to dive and pretend to be an expert on a topic. Yeah, I like that. Here's what happened. Yes.

According to me who experienced it. Right, exactly. Those were fun. There was a couple, and we're still going to keep doing these. So if we didn't get to yours, hopefully we'll soon. But there's hundreds. I mean, there's so many.

So many. But there's a couple who are like, my mom went on a date with Ted Bundy. There's a Ted Bundy date one. You're not even making that up. There's a Ted Bundy date. Yes. There's more than one Ted Bundy date.

Like there's people who are like, I knew Ted Bundy or like he was a friend of the family. It's just crazy how many like my next door neighbor killed his wife. Like there's so many of those little ones that you've never heard of and never will. Yeah. But people knew them.

And we're like, no, they were nice guys. They're always normal nice guys. Right. And then they just snap. They snap. And there's a lot of the son of the family ones. Well, you know, that's the Amityville horror story. Right.

That's the real story behind that. Totally. Or at least that's the original story. Right. I mean, it's hard to be the eldest son and whatever comes with that. I think it's hard to be the eldest son when the dad is a dick. For sure.

I feel like a lot of that the dad has so many expectations, especially back then where it's like, you know, it's so important to be popular. Yeah. And big time. Yeah. You have to be like the quarterback or whatever. And the dad is trying to, trying to, what's the word?

Live vicariously through the son. Yeah. Yeah. If you have that combined with like say a weak mom or a mom that lets the dad do whatever he wants and doesn't have any kind of handle on anything. And maybe the mom, the kid loves the mom so much and he's pissed at her for never having stood up for him.

But he can't be pissed at her because she is as abused as he is. Right. I mean. And the sister's just like kind of a popular cunt. What are we writing right now? It's the, we're basically talking through the Amidadol whole.

We are literally talking. Origin story. Yeah. But I mean, we're talking through a thing that we've all seen on 2021 million times. Totally. It's a typical American setup. You guys, if you're a guy, please don't kill your family.

Listen. You don't listen. I can't solve your problem for you. It's just a podcast. But. Listen to your mothers. Listen. Karen and Georgia.

I play the guitar. Girls love shit like that. Yeah. Be arty. Be arty. Grow your hair long and just be like, sorry, I'm arty. Too bad. And then jump on the next train.

I know a woman named arty. So I was like, what are you talking about? Be like her. She's great. She's a darling person. Read a book, man. Don't read Catcher on the Rye. Just stop yourself right there.

Yeah. Is that it for us? Elvis? Elvis will let us know when that's it. What do you think, Elvis? Are we done? Elvis? Ah.

God. One day we're going to talk to him, and he's going to be like, ladies, let's wrap it up. The gods have spoken. Yeah. Thank you for listening. Go to my favorite murder on the fucking Instagram, Twitter. There's a Twitter.

There's all kinds. Of course, the Facebook page. There's all kinds of ways that you can participate. Thank you for listening. Yeah, tell a friend. And tell a sister. Elvis, do you want a cookie? You want a cookie?

Yeah. Stay sexy. Don't get murdered. Bye. Bye.