My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 78

Episode Date: July 9, 2018

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To my favorite murder the many, so. This is the many thing where we read you your shit. And you like it. Should we just jump in? Let's do it. The subject line of this email is sitting in a hot tub with a dead body. Perfect. Hello, Karen and Georgia.

When I moved out for college I moved to a large apartment complex in Lake Oswego, Oregon. It was very bougie and had a tennis court, gym, pool, and a hot tub that was open 24 hours. One morning I came home around 8am from my friend's house to about 20 cop cars at the main building of the complex. It was a very sleepy area so this seemed very out of the ordinary. I pulled into my parking spot and walk up to my apartment and across the breezeway at my neighbor's apartment there are about 15 cops going in and out. One of the officers stopped me and asked if I had seen or heard anything and I told him

that I wasn't home last night. Cut to the next day I see on the news that someone had drowned in the hot tub the night before. My neighbor was on the hot tub with a friend of his after a night of heavy drinking. They got into an argument, I believe it was over a girl, which turns into a fist fight. My neighbor gets beat up pretty bad and goes underwater struggling to keep his head up. His friend sits there next to him and watches him drown and doesn't do anything. He then proceeds to sit in the hot tub for another 10 minutes before pulling my neighbor's

body out of the tub. He calls the police and says that he fell asleep in the hot tub and woke up to my neighbor dead in the hot tub. What he doesn't realize is that the whole thing was caught on tape. I couldn't believe something like this happened to the guy across the hall that I would wave to every day when we crossed paths. The worst thing is the next week the pool house was reopened and when I walked by to get my mail I noticed a group of kids playing in the exact same hot tub he died in.

Thanks for reading, I love listening to the podcast, it makes pushing paper all day way more enjoyable. Stay sexy and don't get into hot tubs, they are already dirty enough and you never know if someone's died in it. No. Kenny. That's the saddest story. What a fucking horrific way to die.

Not even for his family to be like this is what happened, it's just inhumane and fucking horrible. Well yeah and the idea that in this day and age, I mean I don't know how long ago this happened but it's like you have to assume you're on tape everywhere you go in public. You have to. Yeah. It actually is. But thank God.

But like do good things pretending you're not on camera, don't just do, fuck oh that one's going to stick with me especially because I love the hot tub. You sure do love a hot tub. Fucking love a hot tub. Well then just be very selective with who you get into it with. Okay. It's just you and that cat. Gosh the jacuzzi cat.

Is that who you speak of? Okay. It is. This one's called SMU, home of the murder pony. And the sea snakes. Exactly. This is Karen, Georgia, and new hair Steven. Summer hair Steven.

As a recent graduate of Southern Methodist University, I am obligated to tell you that our mascot is not the herky sea snakes but the mustangs which is important because we are represented by Peruna the Pony, the only mascot to ever murder another mascot. During a game against the Fordham Rams, the ram in question got too close to our pony, so close that it scared Peruna and he murdered the ram with one kick. The murder made Peruna legendary and has united the student body of SMU ever since. On one Friday afternoon, every spring semester, we celebrate Peruna's birthday with Peruna Palooza, the largest party of the year that happens outside on the school lawn with a

shit ton of blow up obstacle courses, mass amounts of junk food, and Peruna himself. Peruna has special handlers and is available as birthday party to take pictures with. I wouldn't get too fucking close with them. Our campus often feels divided by frat stars and art trash, and then it says guilty. But frat stars. But every year we come together as one glorious spring afternoon, on a glorious spring afternoon to party hard and worship our deadly pony. Thanks you guys for the podcast and all the good that has come from it.

We all have a large group of SMU murdering us, cheering you on SSDGM and all hail Peruna, Dakota. Whoa. That's so random. That's also so much great information. It is. What if a frat star fell in love with art trash at the Peruna Palooza? Could they make it?

I mean, if they drink enough together, if they both drink as much, I feel like a frat star would really, he would not be able to not fall in love with art trash because he's not supposed to. It's forbidden. And that we're like quirky and fun. Right. I'm saying that as if I have any talent in art, but you know I'd be an art trash. You can draw.

Thank you. No, I can't. I've never seen you. I'm trying to do it. I just want to be supportive. I was like, you know my secret? But I mean, like we can be art trash as like, you know, like fake bands. Cool.

So we were in theater, but then we quit it because we were too cool. Oh. That kind of moves. Sure. All right. I'm just saying let's write a rom-com. Okay. Oh my God.

Yes. All right. Subject nine. Lighthearted immigrant story. My grandfather had my grandmother declared dead. Dearest Karen, Georgia, Steven and pets. My family immigrated from Cuba in the late sixties and over the years, little tidbits of information was leaked by my grandmother about the very strange way that they were

able to escape Castro's communist regime. When my grandmother decided to move next door to her sisters and sell my child at home, she finally decided to tell me all the family secrets. Oh girl. Growing up in Cuba, my grandmother's parents had nine kids and a sugarcane farm. According to my grandmother, she was chosen as the prettiest. So she was forced to move to Havana to go to nursing school apparently by being the prettiest.

She had the most hope of meeting a rich doctor to marry. So of course she would go to nursing school. Amazing. This is, this was being a lady back then after she graduated, she immediately started schmoozing the available doctors on her floor until she found my grandfather. My grandfather was known throughout the hospital as a player and had a gaggle of women after him. My grandmother wasn't having that.

So she stole some blood from the hospital and poured it on one of the women's cards with a note that said, I know where you live to get her to back up. Oh my God. What is happening? As a 30 year old, I am still very afraid of her. Jesus. As my grandmother, sorry, that's amazing. I mean, she must have really loved him.

Yeah. Is that what we're using? That's love. Yeah. That's what love is. As my grandmother is telling me all this, she starts to pull out a tiny photo album that she kept hidden in the cut out pages of her Bible. Sounds chill.

This woman is incredible. She's a nightmare. There's the usual family photos of my dad and his sister that are 10 months apart and then a random photo of my grandfather at a bar with some friends. One of the friends is really familiar. It's motherfucking Fidel Castro. What the fuck? Apparently my grandfather and he were old college buddies.

What? I asked my grandmother about it and apparently my grandfather was his preferred anesthesiologist whenever he needed anything done. And he got one of my grandmother's sisters hired on as one of his personal seamstresses. All caps. What the fuck? So when shit started to hit the fan, my grandfather started a backup plan to get the fuck out of Cuba.

Yes, that's right. He used his relationship with Castro to send my grandmother and three kids to Costa Rica on quote unquote vacation, then had them all declared dead since he was a doctor. Oh my God. Once my grandmother got to the States, she worked at a deli and put herself through nursing school again to put food on the table for three little kids. Five years later, my grandfather was rescued from Cuba on one of the freedom flights to Miami.

He put himself through medical school a second time. Jesus. That's what fucking immigrants have to do when they come to America. It's a full on like he's a neurosurgeon in Cuba and he has to come here and go to medical school for a second. How many taxi drivers have you fucking talked to? Yes. Yeah, I used to be a doctor or like a pediatrician in fucking India.

Or like I'm a diplomat. Right. Yeah. It's insane. Okay. He became a well respected doctor that saved countless lives as a cardiologist. Amazing. I just wanted to share a story about immigrants where we're the good guys.

Fuck yeah. Yeah. That's a lot of them. Thank you all for normalizing mental health talk. Stay sexy and one in doubt declare your family dead to escape to a communist regime. Ash. Oh my God. That's so good.

I mean, I'm sorry. You know, here's the thing. You got it. You like a guy. There's a gaggle of women after him. You got to up your game. I thought you were going to talk about how immigrants are like, you know, no, it's fucking throw, throw stolen hospital blood.

Yes. On a fucking car. Just here's some saying, put, get some skin in the game. If you really care about someone, yeah, throw blood around, like prove it, prove you care more than those other women. That's right. That's your man. That's right.

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Okay. This one's called MFM Health the chimpanzees I work with. Oh. Hi, guys. I'm a caregiver and photographer at a sanctuary for chimpanzees retired from research, literally the best job on the planet. Oh. I'm also a member of an MFM spinoff face group called Fertirino's.

Love it. I like to share stories and photos there about the group of chimps I work with. I recently posted that one of the female chimps I work with, her name is LB, had worn out her favorite toy, a cheap stuffed gorilla from the dollar store. It's her favorite. The little gorilla. It's the only toy she likes and she carried it around until it fell apart. She eats with it, sleeps with it, and roams all over the outdoor habitat with it.

She got it. Unfortunately, it was only sold during Valentine's Day. So I turned to the Fertirino group and asked if they could possibly help me locate more of these. Amazingly, within the day, someone tracked down a person who had three cases of these exact gorilla toys, 72 altogether, and several other Fertirino found individual ones for sale here and there and bought them for LB. She was so happy to get her new toys and now she has an endless supply to replace the ones

that get worn out. When she saw me walking with a new one, she immediately ran to grab it and hasn't put it down since. I just wanted you guys to know what a positive community the MFM fans are, although I'm sure you already do. This isn't the first time they've donated to my chimp friends and they're all so generous. I'm attaching some photos of LB with her brand new toy. If you guys are ever in Atlanta or Chattanooga, you'll be driving distance to the Sanctuary.

We're not open to the public, but I'd be happy to give you a private tour so you can see firsthand how far you'll reach extent. Thanks for helping spread so much positivity, Crystal. Oh, Steven has a picture. Steven has a picture. Oh, look at that face. Oh, my God. Oh, no.

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Wow. Thanks, Crystal, for sending that and sharing it and all the furterine owls out there. All right. Here's the last one. The subject line is my mom invited these into our home and then parentheses and almost a kidnapping. Hey, guys. I'm 10 years old.

My mom, a very naive lady, befriended a couple at our local grocery store. I remember them talking to each other for a while and they seemed like really nice people. It was a man and a woman in their 40s, so of course they seemed like a trustworthy couple to my hilarious mom. They somehow convinced my mom to let them come to our apartment. And I remember that they were in our apartment with us for about an hour. These people then managed to convince my mom that they will replace all the electronics in our apartment with newer, better quality ones.

And so they proceed to fill up their van with all of our stuff. What the fuck, mom? I totally remember being very concerned about what was going on and turning to my mom like, what are you doing? Of course, me being 10, I assumed she knew better than me, so I let it go. As these people were leaving, the woman turns to my mom and says, let us take the baby. We promise we'll bring him back with the rest of the stuff. She was talking about my baby brother and I kidn't you not, my mom stood there and thought

about it while I yelled no. Oh my God. The woman creepily chuckles and my mom awkwardly declines. Thank goodness she did, because of course these people never came back with any quote unquote newer electronics and we were left without any devices and no more trust in my mom. I have no idea if anything ever happened to these people. I'm honestly incredibly surprised we survived until our adult years.

Stay sexy and don't be fooled into giving up your stuff or your kid, Maribel. Oh my God, that is an amazing story. Can you imagine if you're that mom, I would bring that up every fucking holiday. Hey, mom. If you're that 10-year-old, you mean? Yeah. Yes. Remember that time, mom?

From that day on, Maribel as the 10-year-old was in charge of that family. And Maribel, the 10-year-old was scared of her mom's decision-making skills and never felt safe. Maribel, the 10-year-old had to do all the decision-making from that moment on. Horrifying. That's hilarious. She had to scream no when they were like, and we'll take the baby, we met you an hour ago.

Baby. Oh man. You guys, don't trust anyone, especially not your own mother. It is that thing though of it's like a middle-aged couple. Yeah. And like, I'm sure I don't know how long ago it was, but it's like for so long, people were just like, if it's a man and a woman, nothing bad can happen. And it's like, why wouldn't I trust them?

Who would do such a thing? Yeah. I can't imagine anyone would take, it's a pretty good scam though. It's, well also, how ballsy. They're like, oh, we just took everything from our, we might as well try to grab that baby. Yeah. I mean, they were not going to keep that baby.

They were going to sell that thing along with all those fucking electronics and you know it. It would have been up on the wall at Best Buy, fucking 42 inch baby. Well, this baby, it fell off the truck. This baby's a 3D, HD, and shitting. Send us your fucking, send us your stories, like all of them please. They're all so good. They're the best.

And stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Yeah, bye. Best Buy Elvis. One cookie. Good boy.