My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 29

Episode Date: May 29, 2017

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Have I not made you sit in front of me up close while I- Do you know that- You did. It's called Largo. At the old one. Uh-huh. Girls guitar club. I one time on The Walking the Room podcast long ago with Greg Barrett and Dave Anthony. At the end of it, Greg wanted me to play one of my songs and they used to record in Greg's upstairs walk-in closets because the acoustics were better and Dave was like, I can't be in here with this

and had to get up and leave. Because too loud? No, no, no. It was like too uncomfortable to have to sit next to a person who was going to sing a song. Is it weird singing that close to people? It is and I think it's that it's like, it's vulnerable and it makes you feel probably pity for the person that's doing it or like some kind of emotional thing. I get that, but only when they're bad. Like when they're good, I'm like in awe. But if you had to, like you just had to do with me, that would feel bad.

But so you made an artistic choice. That's bold. Yeah. Thank you. I liked it. How about today you have to sing all the hometown murders? Good idea. The other day I was really angry about some about my mom. Let me just go ahead. Just go and put it out there. And I'm learning how to have anger as an emotion.

And so I went to my car and I turned the radio on blasting it because I wanted to scream. Yeah. And the song like, okay, I was mad at my mom. She's just always visiting me off. And the song that came on was a Green Day song when I was 13. Yes. It was the one where he's like that was spun out in my, can you play that? Yeah. And I just started and it was just like I was a kid again.

I can't play it. I only know these three chords. Is it? My eyes feel like they're good. That's not it. Oh. That's not right. Me singing. That one. Oh my god.

There we go. I'm a loser and a loser and I'm not a kid. Not the right chord. That's not it. But it's a different one. All right, let's start over. No one wants to hear me sing. Anyways, it was very cathartic as it, which I had done that when I was 13.

Wait, can you just sing us just to snip it? Well, I'll stop playing this. Now I have the other song in my head. Uh, the song goes, um, fucked up and spun out in my room on my own. Here we go. Yes. It's very frustrating to be able to play a tiny bit of guitar because I know how it would go if I knew where the fingers should go.

My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed. I'm on the corner of my playing. My jumping numb. No. No, yeah, you're there. Okay. I just can't play along. Yeah. Unless you tell me what capo it's on and it's in CD or G.

It's on, uh, capo. No, can't think of a pun. Capo. Capo scream. Capo fear. Capo. This is my favorite guitar chord. Hi, my favorite guitar chord is D. It's just so easy.

My favorite guitar chord is drums. Let's talk about your drumming career for a little bit. I wouldn't call it a career, but we're getting, I'm getting a drum kit and we're gonna turn this podcast into a band. I love it. Traveling band. It's gonna be so good. We'll open for ourselves.

How are we gonna do dance routines when we're also the band? Well, it's gonna be like, I'm gonna get a drum kit that's like a keytar. So I'm gonna put it on my body and I'll be able to move and drum at the same time. So we'll dance and play like Prince and his revolution. Like I just told you I have tap shoes, so I'm gonna put those on. So I'll be able to. Such a good idea. Tap and drum.

Tap drum machine, but wearing it like a keytar. I'll be overdoing kind of a country western thing because it's pretty much all I can manage. This is it. This is the next. Next steps. We're fucking hit makers, money makers. Welcome to my favorite murder, the show that tells you that how it is. How it is.

How it isn't. How it should be. Did you already do an intro? No. Okay. I couldn't remember. All right. Well, I need background music for our hometowns.

Like, can you do like a creepy. Sure. This is gonna be like an MPR like professional podcast where they have like background music that makes you have feelings. We did. Stephen did put some music behind our ads for the last episode. Yes, people were responding that. We wanted people to know because we talked just as much shit in ads as we do in the podcast.

We wanted people to not feel tricked. Yes. So we have. So thank you, Stephen. Thank you, Stephen, for putting music to the back. I only wish that it was my music, but. Oh, why wasn't it? You don't have time.

The sponsors didn't, you know, they didn't, they didn't contact me directly. So. Oh, fucking bitches getting paid. It's their, it's their music. Oh, really? Is that what he's saying? No, Stephen is like, I'm not doing it. If you're not fucking paying me.

Stephen is, Stephen is still waters run deep with the old Stephen. You know, he's like, pretty soon we're going to find out that he used to be in high finance and he had to quit all of that to come and do podcasting. Listen, there was a, there was a small issue with the IRS. He was barred from. He had to sell two yachts and moved to California. Poor guy. I've worked really hard for this.

You've really grown a lot since your days on Wall Street. The movie Wall Street's about him, but he was a baby at the time. They didn't tell you that during the, that's the only difference. All right. This is called, this is called the Swiss cheese pervert. Lighthearted hometown. So maybe a little bouncy. Hi Karen, Georgia, Stephen and Elvis and Mimi.

My name is Amanda and I live right outside of Cherry Hill, the New Jersey one. I hate, I have so much hate for mistakes. No, no, I say no to that. Nope. No. In early 2014, I was a college student in Philadelphia when a man dubbed the Swiss cheese pervert began cruising the streets of Philly. Oh no.

In search of a woman to engage in sex acts with him and a slice of Swiss cheese. Sorry, what? He exposed both the slice of Swiss and his genitals to four different women, all of whom declined. Shocking, I know. Hold on. Yeah, let's question this. He's, he's pulling out his dick.

That's a classic move of a pervert. Was that me? That was me. Okay. Because I didn't feel it, so that would have been upsetting. He pulls out his dick, but then he also pulls out a slice of Swiss cheese and shows it as well. I think he's like, huh, huh, huh? And like, he's hoping some woman is like, oh my God, that's my exact fetish shoe.

And I've always wanted to do that, but nobody's over, like count, you know. So this was before the internet? No, 2014. Oh fuck, dude. I mean, I hate to fucking be gross about this, but is the holes in Swiss cheese, is that what we're talking about? Oh my God, did he have the Swiss cheese on his penis? Huh, huh, huh?

And she's like, what? He's like, do you like deli? Okay. Are we talking thin sliced? What are we talking here? Was it a triangle of Havarti? Was it Yarlsburger? Like, are we really going to Swiss town?

Are we going to go all the way to Switzerland? Are you going to pay the premium price of Swiss? Or is this some Safeway select piece of shit? Thank God Vince hates Swiss cheese. Declined. However, two of the women were able to capture photos of him, not in the like, oh my God. And I'm like, oh my God.

Yes. The way, I'm sure, cheese slices and all. Wait, can I, while you read this, look it up? Yes. The Philadelphia police shared the images. Oh my God, Karen, now. And naturally the puns started rolling in. Leave the purve alone.

Oh, leave the purve alone. Leave the purve alone. Oh, wow. Leave the purve alone. Thank you, honey. I love this. What a monster. Nice.

That's my favorite one so far. Jesus Christ. Classic. And he probably saw this and blew his brains out. B-L-U-E-U. Flew his brains out. Oh, yeah. That's a whole different school of cheese, though, from Swiss.

Karen. I'm just saying we're not close thematically. What about, let's see, what do we got here? Gouda. Gouda. That's a gouda looking. Your dick looks pretty gouda from here. Something like that.

There she is. Can you. Can I see that? Can you see it? It's. He's sitting in a car. It's so good. He's sitting in a car.

He's sitting in a car with a shirt on, but his pants off. He's dangling the cheese over his dock. This is a very specific thing that happened to him that makes him do this today. I mean, he's not even creative enough to put his dick through the hole. No, he's just holding the cheese. Like, it's his paperwork that says it's okay for him to show you his dick. It's almost like he's like, okay, come meet this piece of cheese. I'm going to trick you.

And the women are like, I'm going to eat the piece of cheese. Oh, no, your dick is there. Yeah, like you're a Labrador Retriever. Where you're like, oh, I love cheese. Uh-oh. There's a pill in this. And it's called your dick. It's called Yiddick.

Yiddick? The man was identified and pled guilty to indecent exposure. He had a rest from 2006 and 2009 for similar cheese-related harassment. No. Several women came forward. I should have read this last. Several women came forward. I get why Stephen wrote Lighthearted because he's like,

read this last so you're not all depressed. Oh, yeah. As was our absolute demand last week. Then Stephen, you shouldn't have put it on top. I'm just saying. I'm sorry. I'll read it again at the end. Contact him.

Okay, several women came forward that had contact with him on dating websites where he would message them similar propositions, sometimes going into detail about the various types of cheese he has masturbated with. And his conclusion that Swiss was the best because of the texture and the holes. Can we please get to the holes? Hopefully the Swiss cheese pervert either learned his lesson or found a lady friend who loves Swiss as much as he does. Neither of those things happen.

Nope. Guarantee it. Yep. Stay safe out there, friends. And remember that cheese is the adult version of candy. Don't accept any from strangers, especially if they have their junk out. Love, Amanda. P.S. Your show in Glenside was amazing.

I'm still laughing about the 911 cow. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Someone already made a drawing of the 911 cow. The Amish 911 cow, yeah. Well, I eventually put Glenside out because that was, I think, one of our favorite live shows. Oh my God, the Swiss cheese pervert is now in my, I'd say in my top three.

Yeah. I love knowing that that exists. I love seeing a picture of a man sitting in his car. Here's the indignity of it all, which I feel like people maybe not, they don't think through of, what would this picture look like? What does this look like to the person I'm presenting it to? This is the digital age. Yeah.

And so you need to be, at least throw some duck lips out there if you're going to do all the rest of it. But it is, he's just, also that slice of Swiss cheese was huge. It was huge. It was really large. Yep. Couldn't say the same for the, his dick, except I wouldn't know because there was a giant star over it.

Thank God. It was like a world star star right over that penis. I guess you don't want to think about dick and cheese in the same thing. Dick and cheese. Yeah, it's unpleasant for sure. Also, he has kind of a gut, which almost says like, maybe I should get off dairy. Right.

You know, maybe there's something going on. Maybe he's lactose intolerant. What if he's just like helpless to it? He's just like, these are the things I have to have. I mean, I get it. I'm obsessed with cheese. I love cheese. I get it.

You know how I am around cheese play. You're kind of a Swiss, I mean a cheese pervert yourself. I am a cheese pervert. So when my allergist recently told me I had to lay off it, I almost punched him in the face. But then he was like, okay, only cow milk. Like he gave me, he knew I couldn't do it. Oh, well, I love goat cheese.

That's, that's not the worst news in the world. Goats cheese. What else is there? Buffalo cheese. Velvita. That's not cheese. You're right. You can go right to that.

That's fair. With a dairy restriction. Okay. Sorry. I should have picked these up. If it says lighthearted, don't put it on the top. Don't, don't read it yet. Okay.

Got it. None of mine say that. Oh, good. Maybe I'm supposed to interpret it though. Okay. Let's go to a real fucking grizzly one. Uh, okay. Now that we've, I see.

I see what Stephen's doing. Okay, Stephen. All right. That's fair. Let's see what you're up to. Blee. Take back my last Stephen. Take it back.

Oh, how about murderer wins the lottery? Yep. Plus he's out on good behavior. Oh, perfect. Okay. Hi Karen, Georgia. Stephen, Mimi, and Elvis. My co, my work, my co-worker, sorry.

My co-worker just told me the best story. To set the stage, I work with the sweetest, most unassuming girl in the world. She's from North Carolina. So she has a lovely patient, polite demeanor about her. Oh. In contrast, I swear all the time and talk about your podcast way more than is appropriate

in a corporate environment. Yay. We love you guys. The idea of that is my favorite thing of all time. Yeah. People are like, all right, let's circle up for an alley rally. And they're like, before we get into flair, I just need to

tell you this one thing I heard about a person getting their throats lit. Okay. Yesterday she turns around, interseat, and tells me this doozy of a story completely out of the blue. Sweet co-worker has some family in New Jersey. Apparently one of Sweet co-worker's cousins up there started dating a man who killed his girlfriend 10 years ago.

It's a small town, so everyone knows him as that guy that killed his girlfriend. Fuck. The story goes that he and his girlfriend were fighting. He punched her, which caused her to pass out and conveniently fall into the bathtub. They always, the punching and she hit her head doesn't, isn't a, let's try it right now.

To me, it feels like the most reduced. It's like, you're still alive, they're dead, so you can control the narrative. Totally. And how do you reduce it as much as possible without outright lying? Yeah. So it's like, well, this crazy accident where it's like,

how about just the general world, nobody punch anybody in a bathroom since you can hit your head so easily. How about don't punch people, especially your girlfriend, in the face to begin with? Yeah. Just like, yeah, how about you work on some, anyway. Okay.

He punched her and she passed out, incorrect. And conveniently fell into a bathtub full of water where she drowned. Yeah, fucking right, that was all periods. Yeah, fucking right. He then goes to the local bar and has a drink while he's now accidentally girlfriend, dead girlfriend floats in the tub.

Ugh. That's fucking dark. This guy goes to jail for 10 years, but he has such good behavior that they move him into a juvenile facility. What? Sorry, what's this? They want it.

That's a new one. Yeah, that's great behavior. Yeah. Almost juvenile behavior. It's almost as if he never killed his girlfriend, he's so well-behaved. It's almost like he just accidentally punched her in a very volatile bathroom scenario.

They wanted to show young delinquents how a good responsible murderer behaves himself in lockup. Apparently he used to deliver lectures to the kids on how to be better prisoners. Awesome. Let's just teach more psychopaths how to game the system in re-enter society. Oh, girl, called it.

Yeah, girl. So this guy gets out early and he starts dating sweet co-workers cousin whose sweet co-worker says has a history of dating abusive guys. Sad face. Sad face with punctuation. He is welcomed into the family and he proceeds to win the freaking lottery.

No. 3.8 million dollars. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. God, back that shit up. You're not supposed to. Because sometimes life is just that shitty.

So let this be a lesson to all of the youngins listening to your podcast if you kill your girlfriend but are polite and well-spoken you will be rewarded with fucking millions of dollars. I tried to look up this guy's name on my phone because I didn't feel comfortable googling New Jersey murderer lottery win on a work computer

but I couldn't find him. Maybe Stephen can find him for us. But he can. Stephen in all caps. Anyway. Well, he had the money to change his fucking name four times. Oh, yeah. Plastic surgery to fix that.

Well, now he can run for a Republican congressman if you'd like to. He's all set. Ooh, get pulling. And then an email. Actually, I don't think we hear from those people anymore. The people that like four months ago were like, there were people that would tweet at me

and be like, Karen, you should really be careful. Right. Sorry about what? I think all the Trump listeners unless they're, or the Trump listeners. Yeah. The Trump listeners unless this is their first episode have fucking cease and desisted listening to this podcast.

Yes. They must have. Yeah. I mean. Or became not Trump supporters anymore. Yeah, what if we convince them? What if there's like a baby boomer in North Carolina that was like, you know what?

I see now I see the bearer of my ways. No one's ever going to do that ever again. Anyway, this is so long. So I'll stop rambling, but I just couldn't let that story go without passing it on. The real joke is that sweet co-worker and I live in Florida now. Our state motto is practically crazy,

unprecedented shit happens here on the reg. And yet the lotto winning girlfriend, drowner lives in New Jersey. Anyway, thanks for the hours of entertainment. Give Elvis a cookie for me. Convince Mimi to make an on-mic appearance. And most of all, stay sexy and don't get murdered, Kate. Cute, Kate.

Thank you. Nice work. That's really amazing. Yeah. All right. Yeah. Let's see. Looking for a better cooking routine?

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Follow Even the Rich wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen ad-free on the Amazon Music or Wondery app. Do you want Dr. Suicide and Murder in the Hotel? I'm getting married in. Married in. Kind of, but. And not so normal family massacre. That's a short one,

so we might be able to add that one in. Okay. My creepy ass hometown murder. Let me see here. Ba-ba-ba-ba found her in her apartment badly beaten is one line from that. Well, just call one. Okay.

I'm going to do Dr. Wife Suicide and Murder in the Hotel. I'm getting married in because that sounds romantic. Yeah, that's fun. And yes, we will go to that wedding. My name is Catherine and I love the podcast. I was suggested to listen to y'all by one of my students. Don't worry, she's cool and a high school student. Oh my God.

Buck, yeah. Because she knows I like to talk about true crime and murder podcasts, why did I never have a teacher like that? You may have and you just didn't know. Fair. There was also no podcasts in the 90s. True. She would have been a time traveler.

I've been sitting on sending this because this in, because my hometown that I grew up in did not have any murders until after I moved away. Drug deal gone wrong. I went to high school with a convicted murderer, but that's all I know. But I have been living in Beaumont, Texas for some time now and my fiance told me of a Dr. Wife Suicide in the Hotel.

We're getting married and love it. He told me after we booked the hotel that in the 90s, a doctor checked into the hotel and committed suicide because he recently got diagnosed with cancer and did not want to go through the chemo. He did not leave a note and his wife was obviously distraught. During his autopsy, the coroner did find the cancer and told the wife about it.

So two weeks after the doctor has been dead, she checks into the same hotel in the same room he was in and she commits suicide. This is not how I thought it would go. My fiance said that was a pretty big deal because not much happens in Beaumont. He remembers it vividly and I confirmed it with his siblings that it really happened.

Yeah, I still didn't believe him. And so I Googled it and found a recent murder in the fucking hotel. Oh, the last guy that was murdered at this hotel got shot through the back. Oh dear, got shot through the ball sack. I remember this one and died from internal damage and bleeding.

The coroner had to examine his nuts to find the entry point of the bullet. I wish that this, I was making this shit up. Apparently the poor guy was in a hotel for work and the people next to him got super drunk and started playing with a gun. No. The gun goes off and a stray bullet makes it through,

it's way through the wall and kills him. Vanity Fair, I remember this, didn't run an article about this event along with true crime in 2020. The guy that got shot was convicted of, the guy that shot the gun was convicted of manslaughter and sentenced to 10 years in jail. This was in 2013.

I just hope like hell I'm not staying in either of the rooms that these events happened in. Okay, here's more information about this. The guy died and they thought, they didn't know what it was from. They thought it was like a coronary thing. He's standing in the exact place walking from his bathroom to his bed right when the gun,

the bullet goes into that location. Like what are the fucking chances? Or he's in bed, I don't remember. Right. But it wasn't until years later that they realized that there had been a bullet because they didn't even know it was there. Whoa. And then they see in the wall,

they tried to patch up the gun, the bullet by like a hole by stuffing some toilet paper in it and they found it. Oh, so the people staying in that room kind of got away with it for a while? I think they heard, yeah, and I think they heard him dying through the wall. No. Yeah.

That's horrifying. I know. But sorry, wouldn't if his, if the bullet went into his groin, wouldn't there have been blood? Like why didn't they? I don't know. I could be very wrong about a lot of this stuff.

Well, I mean, I just, I'm only asking like, I need to look it up because that's amazing. And you know crazy shit like that happens. What are the chances? Yeah, that's. Y'all rock. Thank you for the great podcast, Tasty Don't Get Murder.

No name. Also, I would, that person who, you who are getting married in this hotel, when you are getting ready to get married, it is such a stressful time. I would stop looking up murders in the place where you're about to get married and try to fuck and have some fun

because it's gonna, it's bad enough. And also boo on that fucking future husband for being like, oh yeah, a couple were so in love with each other that they killed themselves in the same room. The woman was so in love with her husband. The place you're getting married. Well, I agree with that though.

What do you, oh, you're mad about that? I'm mad at him telling her that. Wait, the person who wrote the emails, Fiancé? Told her that. Oh. Oh, oh, like he should just kept it from her. Yeah. Entirely.

Yeah. Secrets, that's good marriages. Yeah, you're exactly right. Being able to keep a nice secret, except for, I do think that that's, it's, it's very dark. But it also is that thing of like, think of, it's just a lovely, I don't know, I think it's kind of lovely of just like,

I don't want to live without him. I get that. Oh man, could you imagine not me. My dad was friends with this lovely couple. She got in a bad car wreck and died. And when he found out, he had a heart attack and died. Is that the most beautiful thing you've ever heard? I heard that like 10 years ago

and I just don't ever stop thinking about it. It's, I mean, it kind of is. As someone with bad anxiety and thinks about horrible things all the time, I've thought that if it ever dies, I'm going to kill myself. Really? So, will you better fucking not? I know, what am I going to do?

What? We're going to do this podcast every day. Hey, let's start making up a contingency plan now. Okay. For terrible things that are going to happen to us. Oh, that's, that's what life is. Sorry, I just burdened you with that. You look really stressed out now. We'll just, you need to keep Vince alive.

Now I'm going to text you four times a day. Hey, so how's Vince? What's going on? Call Vince constantly. Yeah. Are you done? Now I'm going to be the one, when we were on tour this past time,

I love Vince Averill so much. And he's just the best person. But every time we ate, he would very subtly suggest I eat vegetables. And it was making me laugh so hard. Both of us, which is like such a, these are your children. Yep. He would be like, meh, wouldn't hurt us to have a little broccoli on the table. And for me, it's like, what?

I, I thought we were just doing grilled cheese sandwiches for four days straight. That's garnish. Yeah. That plate of broccoli that you ordered, Vince, was garnish. Oh, you want us to have some? Let's have a little broccoli. Like, I don't remember the last person that gave enough of a shit about me to tell me to please eat a vegetable.

God bless his soul. He's such a dad. I love it. He's the greatest. Okay. So do you want to hear my serial murderer high school friend? Or murder in, very standard murder in my hometown? I don't know.

Cause I always wonder sometimes if the ones that are really standard are like, sometimes better. I mean, let's do the first one. Okay. My serial murder high school friend, high Karen and Georgia in 1977, I attended a small high school in the Santa Cruz mountains in California. That's where I went to camp. Oh.

One of my classmates, Mark Cunningham, would join the rest of us smokers when we gathered in between classes. I liked it. If it's 1977 and the Santa Cruz mountains, they mean weed. I'm almost bothered. And they also had a smoking area. Yes. As all high schools used to.

They, did yours that the, no, you went to Catholic. Yeah. We, they, they didn't allow smoking when I went to. The bad kids high school for like a semester, cause I thought it'd be cool. And there was, and this is like 96 and there was still a smoking section. Wow. Cause they were like, you guys are fucking going to just ditch school if we don't give you a smoking section.

Yeah. And then I was like, this is, these people are stupid. I'm going back to regular school. Vince, Vince had one of my favorite tweets ever, which was every high school had a smoking tree. That's so good. Okay. Anyhow, he was a bit of a loner and I had a couple of classes with him and was friendly with him. In 1983, he was hitchhiking and was picked up by college student, Mark Farrell,

who then robbed, who he then robbed and shot multiple times and torched in his vehicle. In June that same year, he was driving with his girlfriend on highway one along the coast. When he torched, when, oh, sorry. When he pulled over and told her, wait here, I'm going to get us some money. She heard five or six shots. Mark returned with a wallet containing $150. The bodies of Han Li and Chen Ying were later found on a beach trail, both shot dead. Cunningham was arrested after his girlfriend gave a tip to the police.

Tess showed that the bullets that killed Farrell came from the same gun as the Li Ying murders. In 1988, he was sentenced to life in prison without parole. Thanks and don't get murdered, Stephanie. Oh, that's just cold blooded. I know. Especially for a high school student. Yeah. Well, it was 83, so it could have been like four years after high school,

where everybody was still insanely young. For $150, like they would have handed it over, you know? Yeah, what? You don't have to kill people. Did you see the video that someone posted on our Twitter of the, there's a woman who's getting carjacked in a parking lot. Yes. And she jumps on the hood of the car and tries to cover the windshield up with her body.

Yes. So that they can't drive away and yet they, shockingly, car thieves don't care. They're going to throw you off. They're not like, I guess I can't feel it. And I want to scream at her. Yes. That was not, like all police would tell her, like that is absolutely the opposite of what you're supposed to do.

But you know what it made me think of? Maybe for kids in the car. It could have been that. She seemed young to me. What I thought was, this is a girl, this is probably like the daughter of a single mother. Like she had to earn the money to buy that fucking car and she's not letting anybody take it. Doesn't have insurance. And it's probably in like a town that's just like, you got to, she's been having a fight

for herself since she was a kid. So it looked like to me. Scrappy as fuck. She was scrapped. It was this SUV and she was small and she dove onto the hood. And it's like, pardon me. It's like, go girl. And there's like, you got away with your life.

Don't fucking push it. Well, and also if you haven't, yeah, you're right about the insurance thing. Because if you have insurance, they can go do anything they want and you'll. Yeah. It's a, your car got stolen. Yeah. Um, but it almost felt like that thing of like, no, go fuck yourself if you don't just get to take my shit, which I do love a little bit.

I know. But it's dangerous. I'm conflicted. If it worked, great, but please don't try that. Well, it makes me, you know, that just reminded me of in San Francisco one time, my aunt Jean, who at the time was probably in her late 60s, early 70s, and my cousin Cheryl were outside of Davies Symphony Hall and someone ran up and tried to steal my aunt Jean's purse and she fucking wouldn't let it go and was yanking back and Cheryl was going,

mom, drop the purse telling her to drop it and she wouldn't do it. And the person finally ran away. Like she was just yanking back and forth and screaming at the guy like, no, no, no. And like just fighting the guy in front of like on the street. I feel like that's what older women would do. Young women are like, here's my purse. But like kind of like saucy older women who have been through shit and like their purses, their fucking like safety blanket, like everything they have in there.

Yes. They would kick them in the balls. And also or just like they've dealt with thugs before. It's all a smokescreen of just like they're trying to scare you. It's like a 13 year old kid and you know he's just like trying to be a bad ass. Yeah. No, but also give him your purse. Yeah, don't.

It's not worth it. Here's what you do. You throw the person the opposite. Ali did this, you fucking kitchen knife. Hold up, throw the person opposite. Did that person have a kitchen knife on her? A big old chef's knife. Holy shit.

On him, at her. At her, from him. Yeah. She took it, threw it like a fucking football in the opposite direction she was standing and took off the other way. So brilliant. I know. Well done, Ali Ward.

Yeah. Yeah, that's crazy. Yeah, scary. Awful. Oh, my turn. Oh, yeah? You're just like talking to me, hoping I'll pick up the... I'm like racking my brain of like, when have I ever been held up?

I know. My mom got held up on first date with the dude. What? Gunpoint. Not by him. No. God, and it kind of bonded them that he was a piece of shit and I don't, I think if it hadn't happened, they wouldn't have bonded.

Yeah, sometimes like going, just accidentally going through a bad experience together actually does kind of seal things up a little bit. Yeah. Phil, you fucking sabotaged your relationship. Sorry. No one's fucking making me move to Arizona. Fuck no. All right.

Sorry, Arizona. Listen, we didn't mean it like that. Green day. We didn't mean like that, but I didn't want to. Irvine was so great. Irvine. Of course, she doesn't want to leave it. Shit, we have to go to Arizona now, don't we?

Fuck. God, I need to keep my fucking mouth shut. It's gonna be so hot. Exactly. Okay. A not so normal family massacre? Yes. Okay.

May 27th, 1997 in Bismarck, North Dakota, yes, people actually do live here, ha, ha. I was six at the time, literally a mile away from my house, Michelle Nabar, nope, Michael Nabar, a 15-year-old boy, murdered his whole family. His father, Ron Nabauer, Nabauer, was his mother, Maureen, sister, Michelle. She had Michael and Michelle, Jesus, 16, and brother, Ryan, 13, who was found shot in the head as he cowered in the corner of his bedroom. This all happened because his parents wouldn't allow him to elope with his then-girlfriend Jackie Hebe.

She tried to flee to a different state, made it all the way to, he tried to flee to a different state, made it all the way to Florida, was caught and sent to jail. After his trial, they sentenced him to life in prison with the possibility of parole. Also, by the way, the prison he was sent to for most of his time is not even five miles away from our homes. I could walk there if I wanted, plus, for some reason, God or whatever you believe in only knows. His girlfriend visited him three times a week for years in prison, so maybe they should

have gotten married. Even the Los Angeles Times wrote an article on their love. She claimed that she only wanted to be friends, but we knew that was, we knew what you were doing, girl. That's dedication, people. She kind of like a Romeo and Juliet, but with a family mass murder instead. He in 2004 tried to escape, didn't make it, of course, so then he went and sent to prison in Texas.

At least he tried. Now, 28, he has about 13 years left until parole, scary thing that he might get out one day. While being that close to something so terrible, thanks for being true to yourself, ladies, stay sexy, Hailey. That's so heavy. It really, I mean, like not just your dad, it's just like five, not that that's okay, but like your fucking siblings, your mom, your dad, all because you're in love when

you're a teenager. But that's not it. I mean, like that's obviously not it. But it's just weird to me that when things like that happen, then it's like, but now let's do a puff piece on the fact that they're making it work, where it's like who knows mental illnesses. Well, and whatever that guy's doing, obviously one of the possibilities is it could just be straight up true fucking love, but it seems to me more likely that it's there's some other

thing going on and he's controlling her. I mean, maybe not the greatest person. Maybe she feels so guilty because it was over her, so she doesn't ever feel like she can make it so it wasn't worth it. That's very true. She can't just walk away. Yeah, if they see that it was true, then she's not as at fault. I mean, she must be going through some shit.

That's horrifying because as a person, it has commitment issues anyway. The idea where you're just kind of like, oh, I have this new boyfriend or whatever, then it's like, he killed his family for me. Bad enough if they get a weekend in Big Bear where you're like, I don't want to do that. That just takes it 10,000 steps beyond. Even how her parents felt, I mean, that's just, and felt for significant years afterwards that she kept. Don't ever have kids.

Here's our fucking advice to you. Don't have teenagers. It always comes back around to don't have kids. Put them away for their teenage years. Yes. Bring them back out. That's very good for teenagers, locking them away. You read the flowers in the Attic series, you know how fucking hot that can be.

Everything turned out fine, right? I mean, there was a lot of active, ancestral romance that took place. Yeah, romance. Should I do murder? Are we done murder in my hometown? Did you do two? Yeah. Sure.

Do it. Okay. Throw it on top? I mean, why not? Let's do this one as an hour and a half. Yeah, that's right. It's a mini-soad, motherfuckers. We decide.

Murder in my hometown. Hi. So I've recently started to listen to your podcast and in the first episode, you asked Gesty E-mail you about murders that happened in our hometown. Yeah, we know. You have to fucking explain it. We remember. No, we don't remember the first episode.

It almost says like this person is basically like, you asked me to do this. I wouldn't be doing this. Or maybe she's like, I'm only an episode one, so if you screened at us not to do this in episode four, I'm so sorry I'm not there yet. That's right. If this whole thing changed and now you guys are like born-again Christians and sending hate mail to people who send out murders, this is disgusting. Yeah.

This one happened just after I started high school. When I was in primary school, yay, Canadian education system, I used to play with some boy one class a week. We are paired with kindergarten kids once a week to play and mentor them. We had that in my school too. They were called peak pals at St. Vincent's Grammar School. Super sweet boy, a bit turbulent, but very nice and joyful kid. Let's call him Sam because I don't remember his name.

So first year of high school, I was volunteering at a yard sale to raise money for Optimist International after lunch, a group of ladies were gossiping in the kitchen. And from the exclamations, it was either something juicy and or terrible. So they told me that Sam's dad had killed his mother with a firearm and then shot himself in the head because she wanted to get a divorce. The kids were raised by their grandparents whom they were with when the murder happened. And I've never really heard or heard about or seen them again. My hometown of St. George's, Decaycuna, only has about a thousand residents and it's quite

quiet. So it was really the only drama I've ever heard about this place. That and a dude setting cars on fire for fun in the nearby city. Sounds fun. Mary Gale. It just ends. Mary Gale. She's like, look, that's all I have for you.

Goodbye. I'm sorry. I don't, I don't want episode one. I don't know how weird this gets. I don't even understand what you're doing, but here's my story. We didn't either by episode 10. We've got a little together. So sad.

It's so sad and dramatic. The idea of kids going through extreme trauma, like as a kid, I remember in grammar school, there were two boys that showed up when I was like in third grade or fourth grade. I can't remember. And they were brothers, but they didn't look alike at all. And I was like, something's going on with that. And one of them seemed very, very sad to me, Craig, who I loved. I loved him.

Oh, sad boy. He had the best face, like freckles and big blue eyes. And he was very sweet and quiet and talked slowly. I was like, how are you doing all of this? It's a miracle. But then it turned out his parents were, they were recently remarried and Greg's mother had died. And so his dad married the, his brothers, stepbrothers, but they were calling them brothers.

Mom. And I was, I didn't understand that that was a possibility in anyone's life. Like he didn't know anybody that had had that happen and I was fascinated by them. I would just stare at him because I'd just be like, are you going to cry now? He knows he has a deep, dark, wet, and so funny. I didn't realize it, you realized it or knew somehow then, but I thought about these girls like not long ago that went to my, like joined elementary school in like sixth grade. And this is a class that you went to, your school that you went to, like in that small

town. And they came and they, they were like, we're twins and they were so obviously not even related. Now I look back and, and they had like come from Florida, you know, to Irvine in, in Southern California, such a random, you would never even know it town. That was obvious. They were like running from someone probably like their parents were or their mom was or their dad kidnapped them or like something was going on.

A relocation. Yeah. And I look back and I'm like, oh, these girls had something going on. It wasn't. No. It was no good. No. Yeah.

It's such a weird, those weird ways that like your innocence slowly peels away when you're like, wait, sorry, everybody's parents aren't happily married and laugh every night at the dinner table. Like that's awful. And then you're like, not only that, not only that, but your mom could die at any time. Like those weird things you go like, oh, shit. Well, you know that almost every like serious relationship I've been in and I'm always attracted to this guy and I, uh, I don't know it until I've already had a crush on them that one

of their parents are dead. Really? Yeah. Like almost every guy in my adult life that I've had a relationship with. I wonder if it's because I believe this that there's someone, I think it might be Josh out of Myers. I can't remember some comic I know that has the best joke. I think it's Josh where it's like, he's like, I don't want to date any woman that has both

parents that are alive. Oh my God. Like I want to go out with someone that's seen some shit because there really is a huge difference in like how you deal with the world and how you see and prioritize things when you've already lost a major player in your life like that. Or had a trauma and like it's not, I always think it's not fair because both my parents are alive, but you know, they divorced when I was young, they both had fucked up issues. So it's like my parents didn't die, but I, but I can't date someone normal.

I dated a guy who is super normal. And when I told him I got spanked as a kid, he said, oh, well, we never did anything bad enough to get spanked. And I was just like, no, I really was like, oh, you'll never understand me that that neither did we. Yes. Your parents are just fucking psycho. Yes, exactly.

Yeah. The kids, I mean, yeah, no, it's crazy. That is insane. Well, yeah, there's, there's a level. They can't empathize with you. That means they can't understand you. Yeah. Which is great.

I'm happy for them. But like, I couldn't, I couldn't do that. It's funny because I really had it so easy and great and was so spoiled until like my late twenties. And when my mom, I mean, it was just like happy, happily married parents who had money and were very nice to us. Not that they didn't yell and have issues and whatever, but it was comparatively low grade.

And then when my mom started to get sick and it was like a new, it was just a new realm. I just went, oh, this, everyone gets this. When I knew people, when I was younger, they got it as kids and I was like, oh, that's, it's just that thing where now you're like, oh, those things don't matter at all. And you don't even have to worry about them mattering anymore. It's like when you lose people or have lost like that, you're suddenly are just like, this doesn't matter. And what matters is you can let the person at Starbucks who's screaming, go, go ahead.

That's no big deal. You don't have to fight them. No. So you're just like, mm-mm. And then it's that thing of like, well, when is, when is better or worse to experience that loss? When you're a kid and you've just grown up knowing it that way or when you're 29 and suddenly you're fucking entire world and you have no understanding of how to deal with

it. Yeah. And it, yeah. Like, I don't know. I mean, I definitely vote that the second one sucks. Yeah. I mean, like, sorry, I thought it was supposed to be sunshine and like free breakfast my whole life.

What the fuck? I've always, whenever I see, you know, people over in teenage years and on his parents get divorced, I'm like, fuck that. I am so glad it happened when I was five and I've been able to get used to it. I mean, it sucked, but like, no, now your whole life shatters. Yes. Like I found out my parents were normal human beings that young and then to find out later, that's gotta suck.

It does. I bet it sucks. And also when people stay together using kids as an excuse. Yeah. And you're like, please don't use me. I, so let's read that positive one again. What's this fucking podcast turned into? And unfortunately we record these, these hometowns now in the studio so we have no Elvis.

There is no Elvis. There's nowhere to go. No. Although I do love the studio because I mean, it is so professional and here you wouldn't believe it. It really is. Um, I did have a lighthearted one, Steven marked it for me and everything. Here it is.

You want to hear it? Yeah. Okay. Which professional, by the way, is not what we're going for. So this probably isn't good for us. Yeah. It's, it doesn't. I don't feel like I belong in front of a mic.

No. This expensive. All right. Ready? Yeah. A brush with Gacy. Ooh. And then it says lighthearted and parentheses.

Oh my God. Steven. I don't want this. Write it. No. The, the helpful people sending have been writing lighthearted. Oh. And I love, and Steven, I'm, again, sorry, Aldi, you put one at the top and one at the

end of our, both line at the top and Karen's on the, oh, Steven, we will pay you sometime. I just love that we're assuming Steven is as unorganized and like kind of checked out as we are. When he's like, I'm busting my ass to make this thing work for you. Yeah. There's no reason. Oh my God. Excuse me.

Hello, Karen, Georgia, Steven, Elvis, and my sweet sis Mimi. Oh. My name's Jenna and I'm from North Carolina, but my dad grew up on the north side of Chicago. One day I was watching a shitty documentary. It says I was watching parentheses, shitty documentary about one of my top five favorite serial killers, Don Wayne Gacy. Top five. I love that she was top five.

I mean, and those, those five are always changing. Oh yeah. Yeah. Depending on the time of year. It's like my space top. Nobody remembers that. Yeah. Top seven or something.

Eight, I think. I was never on it. Ah. Too old and on drugs. Anyhow. Okay. Top five favorite serial killers, John Wayne Gacy, when the narrator mentioned his street, West Somerdale Avenue.

It sounded kind of familiar, but I didn't know why. That night at dinner, I asked my dad if he knew where Somerdale Avenue was located. He said, yeah, that's right down the street from where I grew up. I choked on my peas and replied, dad, that's where John Wayne Gacy lived. And he said, too casually. My friends and I used to ride bikes down his street almost every day. I continued to freak out because my dad was between the ages of nine and 14 when the gasey, during Gacy's active years, a little young, according to his MO, but ripe for the taking.

My parents have long tolerated my morbid fascinations, but they couldn't understand why I was so excited by the fact that my dad could have been plastered onto John, into John Wayne Gacy's crawl space. Also my grandma was on the same bowling team as his wife Carol, who had to have known something was up. No. No, she didn't. You ladies are my fave.

Can't wait to see when you finally make it to the East Coast, say sexy, don't get murdered, and don't ride your bike down Somerdale Avenue. That's awesome. That's a great lighthearted one to end on. Oh, there's no name on that one, though. No names too? Call her Chandra. Her Chandra.

Chandra. That was awesome. That was perfect. That was a little... Oh, she said my name is Jen at the top. Oh, right. Sorry, Steven. Chandra Jen.

Steven! Um, let's talk about parental breakdowns some more, and then we'll end. Let's just talk about all of it. Let's put it all out. Well, we did go to therapy this morning together, so we'll talk about that on the next episode. You guys, we are going to therapy together, and it is amazing. Make all of your friends to therapy. Serious, especially if you have to do business with them.

If you're an engaged in a business scenario. Anything. Learn... You know what it is? It's learning who your friend is so you can adapt to them as much as you want them to adapt to you. But only if it's vice versa, but only if they're willing to do it too. Otherwise, you're fucking putting yourself out there, and then you can't do that.

I don't. No, no. It has to be mutual. Yeah. Yeah, we had a good one, and I was lightly in love with our therapist from the second I walked in. I was just like, could you just solve everything else in my life? Totally.

He's amazing. Well, uh, thanks for listening to the quote, oh, it's been 55 minutes. Oh, no. Oh, no. Well, we did record some weird shit in the beginning that we'll probably take out. Yeah, we'll take that off. Um, but thanks for listening to the mini, so sorry if your half hour ride has been, drive has been ruined.

Yeah. Sorry if you're still sitting, getting, uh, like toxic poisoning because your, your car is in the garage. Don't get, don't get murdered by your car. Stay sexy in your car. And don't get murdered in your car. Bye. Bye.

Bye.