My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 58

Episode Date: February 19, 2018

Karen and Georgia cover your hometown stories including a few Jodi Arias updates, a first responder tussle, a suspicious chemical spill, and more.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Welcome. To my favorite murder. The Mian Yi sewed. The Mian Yi sewed. We have tons of minions on this episode. They're so funny because they don't speak English. They're so cute. What?

Overalls? Are you kidding me? Oh my God. And one eye. That's all you need. So make a list. We're about to read to you your emails you sent to us. Yeah.

They used to be about your hometown murders. Or any other thing in the world. They're now about anything you want. We're doing whatever we want. And here's one of my favorite new twists and turns of the hometown. Now we're getting updated stories after we do local shows. And so I now have a couple emails about the case. The eye news so and so and the eye story.

And here's one thing. Yes. Tell us what we missed. Phoenix came back hard with some Jodi areas information. Yes. Hello. Hello well. I'm fresh out of the Phoenix show.

Wow. She just left. Holy shit. And wanted quickly to send you an email that I've been contemplating sending for nearly two years and put it off because I'm lazy. And also because I don't have one complete story to share just some random things. Great. Beautiful.

And here's to you for being lazy. Back in 2013 I was at work talking to one of the IT guys when his phone started ringing nonstop. Casually he said something like oh it's another new show calling. That guy. Oh yeah. I took the bait because of course I did and he asked and asked what he meant. He started telling me about how he lived with Travis Alexander and was one of the people

who discovered his body. He's one of the roommates. Yep. He had already been interviewed by Nancy Grace and was being pursued by others. This was during the height of the sexy slayer media circus. Holy shit. I asked him if he thought she was guilty. He quickly said yes and that she was so absolutely crazy that anyone who knew him never even suspected

anyone else. And my co-worker had only met her a couple times because he was busy with his own life. But he said it was easy to see. He also mentioned that Travis's bedroom light had been on while he was quote unquote out of town aka lying there murdered and that he was going to turn it off but the door was locked so he just left it on. Oh my god. Imagine living with a corpse and not knowing just going on with life as usual.

I read the police report for this case more recently and it's pretty interesting. There's also a theory online that my co-worker was the actual murderer. What? That's amazing. The internet is a strange treasure. There's a treasure. Treasure. Oh, they said that?

No. I said that. There's like theories that it wasn't Jodi Arias. Yes. We know there's plenty of people who don't think that she did it. They think she's innocent. I'm going to have to stay up all night looking those up. Look it up.

I think Malz is one of those people. Oh right. She definitely believes that Jodi Arias was set up somehow. Molly McAleer. Stop it. I would love you. Stop it. Anyway, you ladies put on a great show tonight and the hometown storyteller was badass.

Oh, she was. She was. Remember? The best. God bless that woman. It was like watching someone run for office and everyone in the room was like, you have my vote. Totally.

So glad I actually left the house to see you in real life. Amen. My life. Come back soon and bring Steven, Samantha. That's so awesome. Shit. I'm going to have to read all the theories, including the roommate theory. I mean, you know there's so much more going on in that whole thing.

I wanted to go down a whole Nancy Grace Avenue with that story, but it would have taken way too long because I was obsessed with her obsession with it. Who do you think did it? The roommate? Oh, I don't know. I have no idea. This one's called First Responder Hometown Lighthearted, question mark, Georgia and Karen. Hello, MFM fam.

I've been pondering on whether or not to send my family first responder stories, mostly because I couldn't pick out my favorite because there are so many. I come from a family of first responders. My mom's father was a sheriff deputy back when your personal vehicle was your patrol car, but most deputies preferred just to use their horse. Collapsed. How old are these people? I don't know.

I don't know. My mother has worked as an ER nurse and a 911 dispatcher. In addition to volunteering as an EMT, my brother has volunteered EMT in firefighter in his free time and works in law enforcement. My dad, she just kind of gives us her resume. That the whole family's in. The whole family. It's usually how it is.

So, okay. When my dad was a young beat cop, he attempted to arrest a man. I don't remember the entire story, but this guy was jacked up on drugs and a cap's angry. The guy knocked my dad down and the two started wrestling to the ground. Who fucking knocks a cop down and starts fighting a cop? Well, if you're on PCP and you think the cop is Godzilla, sure, you know, fair. This guy knocked my dad down and the two started wrestling. The guy reached for my dad's gun multiple times and my dad could feel him pulling at

the weapon with extreme force. This was back in the day when cops carried revolvers and leather holsters with only a thin unreliable strip of leather to hold them in place. After one hell of a fight, back up arrived. Back up arrived. I thought he got back up. Back up. Back up.

You gotta have a fucking slash, man. That's right. Listen, back up arrived and my dad was able to get away and the guy was arrested. When my dad got up from the ground, he was covered in blood. After checking himself for any wounds that happened during the struggle, he found that his assailant had ripped all caps. A strip of flesh from the palm of his own hand on the hammer of the revolver when he was trying to take my dad's gun.

Oh, no. Somehow the tiny piece of leather that retained the revolver did not break, which ultimately saved my dad's life that night. Wow. Thank you so much for the amazing podcast. Our fun banter has gotten me through so many long commutes and equally long days. Something something mental health, stigma surrounding mental health. Keep on being awesome.

I hope I make it to a live show this year. So do we. Yes, come on. Stay sexy and get murdered all the best, Jesse. I like that you said something, something mental health, you know, fill in the blank mental health. Awesome Jesse. An amazing story.

Thank God for leather strips. Hey, man. But also so gross to be covered in someone else's blood when you get from a strip off your hand. Gross. All right. This one is also from the Phoenix show. Karen and George, thank you so much for what you do and just being you.

No problem. You truly make a tough part of my day. My commute much easier. Something something mental health, something something mental health. Good night. I hope you both had a great meal or bought yourself something nice with the gift. These are the people. Oh, okay.

In the fucking meet and greet line, they walked up and they handed each of us a car, a card in an envelope that was sealed, but it was a thick card in an envelope. So I go, would you give us money? And they go, yeah, and these two hilarious people gave each of us a $50 gift card, like a visa gift card because they're like, we don't make anything. And it said in the card, go buy yourself dinner. Just go buy yourself something nice. It made me laugh so fucking hard and I was like, don't give us money and we want to.

We want to. You have to keep it. I still have it in my wallet because I'm like, I can't use this. I know. We better buy yourself something nice. That's so hilarious. Well, thank you for those. Luckily we got to say thank you face to face.

Yeah. Okay. That's a really hilarious story. So I'm a teacher. I have been for many years after a few years of jumping from grade to grade in an effort to stave off boredom. I opted to take a job teaching in a local men's prison. Great hours, great pay, shitty toxic environment.

It was just as awful as you'd imagine. It felt like I was serving a sentence to, if only for 10 hours a day. I stuck it out though because I was making great money for a teacher skippers. So to this point, I was poached for an interview as people who are in this field are hard to come by. I showed up to the interview and was asked the usual BS questions. At the conclusion of the questions, I was given a tour of the facility, specifically the education section.

Each classroom was very clean and organized and the students were busy working hard. And when we got to the second classroom, my guide and possible future boss indicated that this would be the room that I would be taking over. You know, sooner does she get buzzed through the door. Do I clatch a glimpse of the students within and one young lady standing in front acting as the teacher's assistant. Any guesses on who my teacher's assistant would have been? Jody Ayres.

Yeah, that's right. It's Jody fucking Ayres. I have never noped out of a situation faster in my life. Oh my God. We had a blast with you guys in Phoenix. Thanks again. I'll just say the initial C. Oh my God.

Amazing. Crazy fucking life to live as like anyone who does anything in a prison and they're not the prisoner. That's right. I mean, so hard and absolute day to day. What the fuck so hard and intense and stressful and it's not like you're going to an office that you're like pissed off about all of it. Then we could go down a long quarter of now.

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Tina Belcher. Stephen. Butts. About 10 years ago, my newlywed brother and his wife bought a house built in the early 1900s as a fixer upper project, past loving it. The previous family had been living there for about 10 years and were severe hoarders great and left so much crap there. I was about 13 at the time.

Perfect fucking age to see what hoarding looks like through shit. Never going to do that. That's right. 13. Right. I've been never being a hoarder. Yes. Yeah.

Show 13-year-olds this shit. And so that whole summer I had to help clean up that hellhole. After the first week, we had things looking pretty good and cleaned up, but there was one wall in the laundry room that always smelled terrible when you passed by it. Karen's covering her face. I'm holding my forehead in fear. We tried bleaching it, bleaching a wall, but the smell didn't go away. Wait, what?

You covering a wall and bleach didn't help? It just added a new bad smell. It just smelled like bleach. My brother got tired of it, so he took a sledgehammer and knocked down the drywall, only to have... Oh. Ready for this? Yes.

Both of you look hilarious right now. Only to have hundreds of tiny mice corpses fall out onto the ground. This letter is called a wall of mice corpses. No. Fall to the ground, my badass mother was the only one who could stomach cleaning up all of the mice, which were in varying states of decay. Some still had flesh, while others were only bones and fur, exclamation mark. I just wanted to make sure that was there.

She initially tried counting how many there were, but gave up after a hundred. No way. My mom is always the one in our family that cleans up the barf or poo or whatever gross things happen. Yeah, that's called being a mom. That's called being a mother. That's moms. After the house renovation continued and was finished, and my brother ended up doubling

an investment on it when he sold it, but I still have nightmares from seeing that mountain of dead mice. I wish we would have taken pictures, but unfortunately we didn't, SSDGM, Spencer. Spencer. Spencer, draw us a picture. Spencer, pictures or it didn't happen. Hand drawn, hand drawn illustrations or it didn't happen. I mean, you think that like mice corpses wouldn't smell?

Well, right? Yeah. I mean, anything rotting is going to smell. Yeah, but they probably, and also their mice filled with, you know, they're all disease based. Nope. They sleep in matchboxes. I had mice when I was a kid as pets.

Did you? Sunshine and rats. Yeah. Oh, they're real sweet. They are sweet, but they're dead when they're dead. They're not sweet. They're sour. Are you ready for this last one?

First responder story, winter chemical spill. Oh, I love it. I love chemicals. Hell, we have all our lives. Hello to everyone, animal and all. Love it. It sounds kind of foreign. I'm a forensics major and I absolutely love your guys podcast, the UNL Forensics Club

University of Nevada, Laughlin. All right. What's UNL? Did you make that up? Oh, I made it up UNL University of Louisiana. Where's the end though? You. You.

University. University of the. UNL. Nevada. Stephen's going to fix it. New Laughlin. It's the University of New Laughlin. That's exactly right.

You remember old Laughlin as you drove through it on the way to Vegas? Well, now there's a new Laughlin and it's better. What? University of North London. Oh, listen. University of Nebraska, Lincoln, Lincoln, Nebraska. Oh. Huh.

That's far away from what we thought. Guys. Oh. Yep. Because well, it comes up later. How damn me. I did that down a little bit. Like.

I think trim it a bit. It's funny. But not. We're stupid. But let's not go on and on about our stupidity. As we have for two years. Leave that part in. Okay.

Let's see. So the UNL Forensics Club introduced me and Mystery Club introduced me to you guys. I've been listening to it continuously since I come from a whole family of true crime freaks. My mom was studying to become a criminologist parentheses, but I came along and my grandpa was an investigator and my aunt is a forensic psychologist murder and serial killers. It's the number one table topic at Thanksgiving dinner. Hell yes. However, I'm the black sheep of my family since I'm studying to become a psychiatric

nurse. Hello. Hi. Pat Jr. Long into long intro short, my current boyfriend is a firefighter in Blaine, Minnesota. So one night during dinner with my parents, he was on call and had a scanner going, which is an amazing night for a nosy person who relishes in hearing other people's business. We used to listen to a police scanner when me and my friend Jay Johnston, who is also

on Mr. Show, we used to hang out at his house. He had a police scanner and then after a little while, I can't remember if it was also the police scanner that would pick up cordless phone calls. We would listen to people in the neighborhood's cordless phone calls and it would be nothing. It would just be two people like just chatting about stuff. It was the most fascinating. I love it. For hours, we would just listen to people talking on the phone.

That's all I want. And it also like, of course, every time I talk on the phone, I'm like, talk on the phone like someone's listening. Someone's listening to you. My brother had like a CB radio when he was like the 13, you know, 1990 computer genius. Yeah. Before it was a thing and we would listen to, talk to CB radio people and he would know how to like plug the phones in to listen to shit and it was like the best.

The best. People, that's why reality TV is as popular as it is. We just want to watch other people hanging out. We just want to watch the Kardashians eat salad and talk about nothing. Yeah. Got it. Here we go. Here we go.

During dinner, my boyfriend's scanner went silent and he'd gotten a call which he picks up and runs out the door and drives away, leaving his wallet and jacket in a Minnesota winter. Jesus. So around one a.m., he comes back and he tells me that one of those chemical trucks slid on some ice and was knocked over and spilled its white contents along the highway which caused the surrounding fire departments to come to the rescue. As they all showed up in hazmat suits, prepared for a chemical spill, my boyfriend's chief

approaches the tip truck to see the label reading, Land O'Lakes, all of the Minneapolis and St. Paul area fire departments were called for emergency, causing all of the on-call workers to rush to the scene, all for a truck full of milk that had tipped over on the highway, then some person who called 911 without reading the name of the company on the truck. Oh no. SSDGM Gabriella. That's amazing. But listen, what if it goes deep?

What if Land O'Lakes is fucking, you know, the die-hard people? It's, they're actually making laundry detergent. Laundry detergent. It goes to the top. It goes to the top of detergent, but it goes all the way to the top. Well, that was fun. Well, that was nice times. Listen, we really, look, we ranged it.

We ranged it from here to there. From the top to the bottom, from the back to the middle and around again. Is that a song? Yeah. Oh, is it from the 90s? Yeah. How does it go? What's the ending part?

From the back to the middle and around. Come on, you know. I would walk 500 miles. It's like fucking R&B shit. Pure love. Nope. That's it. Well, send your shit to...

I'm so ashamed. No, you shouldn't be. It's very, it's very Georgia, like 11-year-old Paula Abdul fan. Oh, okay. Wow. I just can't even, can you cue it up to play us out? He's got it. All right.

Thanks for listening. Send your, whatever your story is. This is my favorite murder at GML. And stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Bye. Bye. Come on.

This is your drug days fucking rave shit. No, this is some, no, this is like straight up like, um, C&T music factory time. Steven, you know it? No, I don't know it. What? Elvis? Want a cookie? Good boy, Mr. Ringtone Boy, Mr. Ringtone.