My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 97

Episode Date: November 19, 2018

This week’s hometowns include a ‘murder meet cute’ and a cult lawyer.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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So I'm like, Alexis, get out of the kitchen. I can't stop it. Anyway, that's not this show. We're a different show. This isn't Schitt's Creek. No, it's not. But oh, imagine if it were. David. Okay, you want me to go first since I always do? Do it. The first email I have here, the subject line is, my dad is a cult lawyer. Oh, fun. Okay. Hi, Georgia, Karen, Steven and pets. So the other night, I was listening to a podcast called Colts to fall asleep and I listened to an old one about the 12 tribes cult started by Albert Spriggs. Have you listened to Colts? No, I'm just straight up listening to Colts now for my Thanksgiving. Thanks for the recommendation. Thanks so much, David. I'll give you a little background because it's relevant. Okay. I was

scared that when I first read this that we had done the 12 tribes cult and I was like, shit, I have no memory of this whatsoever. Don't remember that. I felt real scared and sad and lonely. Spriggs started the cult in the late 1960s. He taught his followers that all other religions are satanic. I'm into that. Kind of true. And that Satan must be beaten out of children before they turn four. I'm on adult members. I'm not on board anymore. That's sickening. The community refuses all medical help. So some children have died from the beating. Jesus. To make money, Spriggs opened up food stores called the Yellow Deli all over the country, which sounds oddly familiar. I'm thinking of the Hello Deli from David Letterman's show. Forget it.

It's just a rhyme. It's not the same thing. Can you tell I'm wearing my pajamas right now because I'm wearing my pajamas at George's house right now. It's tired today. It's tired outside today. It feels tired today. So excuse us. Excuse me while I kiss this guy. Okay. Members of the cult, including children, worked for free there at the Yellow Deli for up to 12 hours a day. Spriggs purchased single family homes and would house up to 40 members in one home. No. The cult had so many allegations of child trafficking. Over time, the cult changed the names of its delis to shake the tale of the people who were catching on. All of this sounded oddly familiar to me. We have a bakery in the town where my dad's law firm is called the Blue Blinds Bakery.

The people there are odd but friendly and they dress really old fashioned. I just thought the children that worked quietly in the back were their children. Oh no. It's a quote family run business end quote. Yikes. I had been going to this bakery with my dad since I was an infant. So I texted him about it. Turns out not only does my dad know that the Blue Blinds Bakery is part of the 12 tribes cult, but it gets worse. He's their commercial real estate lawyer. What? And there's five full exclamation points after that. I agree with those. He helped them buy and sell houses and bakeries to this day. No. He told me that three years ago they invited him to Thanksgiving and asked him if he had any young children. No. So much for

year in a cult. Call your dad. Yeah. SSDGM Hannah. Holy shit. That's the best. Fuck. Very fuck. That's that's like, you know, what do you do then? What do you do? What do you do? That's your dad fucking shit up for people. Don't do that dad. But you know, all cults have to have they have to have commercial real estate lawyers. They have to have arms dealers. You know, the business cults do. This guy's trying to make a living. As my dad always says, there's no shame in a paycheck unless you're helping a sadistic fucking cult. A child beating a cult that's based on child abuse. Yes. You might want to look and do by pulling your your interest out of that. You might have some shame in that paycheck. There might be some shame and there also might be repercussions later.

Yes. From the business. You're yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Exactly. Okay. Hi, Karen and Georgia and Stephen and Pat crew. I came to the meet and greet in Austin, but I got so nervous. I wasn't able to tell you my, uh, tell you our murder meet cute. Oh, what's that? A meet cute is that thing that they do in a movie where it's the way they figure out how to bring the guy and the girl or whoever together. So it's like he's roller skating and then he roller skates by and falls down and that's how those two guys meet in that movie or whatever. That's the meet cute. Oh, I didn't know that. Well, this is called murder meet cute. Okay. Thank you for an incredible show and all you do. My husband and I used to live in LA soon after we started dating. He was about to go on tour with his band

and we were going to hang out one last time before he left. I was watching a show at the Echoplex and plan on meeting my future husband after the show as I was enjoying beach house. You know them? Yeah, they're good. Yeah. I received a text that said, don't come over. There was just a murder. What? I thought to myself, yeah, right. If we didn't want to hang out, he would have just said so. He lived off. I also take murder personally and figure out a way to make it seem like I'm unattractive because people get murdered in other parts of the city. He lived off Melrose in the area close to Koreatown. It turned out he wasn't just trying to make an excuse. He was the only witness to a murder outside his apartment while smoking a cigarette. You gotta quit smoking

kills. You gotta smoke in so many ways. Not knowing it was gang violence and to not get involved. He gladly jumped in a police car and drove around trying to help the police identify the killer. After he returned from his small tour, he noticed a gold car that would drive slowly by the apartment daily and soon decided it was better to stay with a friend. You can imagine his stay on a friend's couch wasn't great for our impending relationship, but he texted me soon after Thanksgiving that year and it turned out the murder was not just an excuse. It really happened. Obviously, I wanted to know everything and ended up marrying him. Because it would take so long to tell the story. Let's just get married. Yeah. Seriously, thank you for all you do. I'm a

therapist who works with a lot of trauma and so I can't tell you how many of the folks I see are murderinos. Somehow, for those of us who experience traumatic events, it's helpful to go over these horrific crimes to calm our own anxiety. Of course. To do it with humor is that much better. SSDGM Elise. Nice. Meek cute. Murder. Meek cute. Also one that's right here. We could picture it happening to them. Our own backyard. Finally, something we can be interested in that happens at the Echoplex. We, my friend, my friend April Richardson made me go to a Smith's night at the Echoplex one night. And I was like, this is great. Sure. That'll be really fun. I sat against the wall the entire night. She's like, what are you doing? Let's party. And I was just like,

I can't, what am I doing? I don't want to dance at a club. I'm almost 65. Yeah, you go to gotten a discount together. Don't they have a senior discount? Why didn't they drop my meals on wheels off to me at the club while I was there? This is, I won't read you the subject line. It's a giveaway. Hi. So about a month ago, I got my mom drunk on a bottle of wine and since that's the only way we can bond as adults, I got her to tell me a lot of family gossip. Oh, it just hit me real hard. I get it. Department. Yep. I can relate. My dad's family is super Irish, super Catholic. So of course, everyone has some shit that they just push deep down, which is why I never heard this story before. Growing up, I had an aunt,

let's call her Emily, who was married to my uncle. Let's call him Josh for most of my childhood. Then one year, my Emily didn't show up at Thanksgiving and I never saw her or heard anything about her ever again. Very Catholic. Apparently, a few years after they adopted the kids, the FBI showed up at my uncle's office. They told him that he couldn't go home and that the officers were at his house picking up the kids as they spoke. When he asked what was going on, they told him that he couldn't go home because, and this is in all caps, my aunt hired a hit man to kill him. What? Turns out, Aunt Emily had met some guy from Egypt on Facebook and they fell in love. It's like, why can't that ever happen to me? He said he wanted to move to the US to be with her,

but they had to get rid of Uncle Josh first. So as one does, they decided to kill him instead of getting divorced like a normal, normal person. Oh my God. Four question marks. This guy promised to help hire someone to take care of it and the only reason anyone found out was because my Aunt Emily told a friend of hers that this was going down. Jesus. Side note, why are there so many loose-lipped murderers around? Do they think everyone else is on board? The friend went right to the cops who promptly arrested her. My uncle and the two kids show up around the holidays every year, but now I know why Aunt Emily disappeared. Anyway, I can't wait to see you guys in Denver this spring, Kristen. Did she go to prison forever? Or did she move to Egypt and marry her lover?

And that love was meant to be. Oh, that was the one that was meant to be, not the other one. They moved, yeah, exactly. That's how she went out. They moved an apartment inside the Sphinx. You know those beautiful apartments they built. They have these loft spaces in the Sphinx that the view is amazing. High ceilings. Super high ceilings. It's really cold and damp. Haunted as fuck with a fucking Egyptian cat ghosts. Okay. Thanksgiving in jail with Cinnamon Brown. Oh, yes. That's right. Hi, guys. Cinnamon Brown is the murderer that I did a couple of weeks back where she killed her stepmom and then hit in the, what's it called? Doghouse. Right. Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you meant the sex worker who Hugh Grant got caught with in the early 90s.

Is that her name? Nope. Well, now I don't want to read this. It's going to be so disappointing. No, no, no, no, no. I'm so sorry. I really don't want to disappoint you. I just really love Hugh Grant. I thought you liked that story a lot. I was like, oh, Karen's really, no. No, that was a tragic story because it was the little girl whose father tried to kill her into killing her stepmother. Yeah. No, it's super fucked up. So, okay, here we go. Okay. When I was a teenager and then it says, I'm the exact same age as Karen with an older sister and live in Santa Rosa, California. We were basically twins. I am an ear nurse instead of a comedian though, but I have lots of funny, gross and terrible stories too. Amazing. That was her side note. Just total parallel lives.

Parallel. Anyway, my mom and stepdad worked at the California Youth Authority, the juvie from the Cinnamon Brown story. Many times, my sister and I would go to super weird work functions that involve the inmates like holiday potlucks in the yard. Over the years, my stepdad became really close with Cinnamon and one Thanksgiving, he insisted that we eat dinner at the CYA and specifically with Cinnamon. Since she and I were basically the same age, they made us sit next to each other as if we had a lot of stuff in common. But she asked me a bunch of questions about high school and stuff and it wasn't too bad. But at the end, she told me to wait and she got, somehow got a bag of her belongings that were stored at the CYA and proceeded to give me some

clothes. It was really weird, but there was no way I could say no because I knew she still had years to go in jail. Not long after that, I moved to San Diego to go to college and it turns out a pair of jeans she gave me fit really well and I wore them for years and actually cut them into shorts a few years later. It was the early 90s. And a pair of boots from her turned into a pair of go-to shoes for me for years. So there I was walking around San Diego and this young convicted killers handed me down jeans and boots with my big hair and 70s crop tops getting an education. Definitely the beginnings of a murderino. Love to you all, Becky B. That's so fucking sad. I know. It's like she's not going to get out of jail. So it's like, please take these clothes and live a

life. Right. I went into jail as a teenager and these were the clothes that came with me because I was a teenager and I'm going to be here forever. So you should take them and wear them now. And go be a teenager in my boots and shorts and jeans. I know. She did it. Yeah. What are you going to do? God, that doesn't seem fair. But she got out and she's got like a family now and stuff. Oh, good. Yeah. Yeah. I forgot about that part. She probably wants her boots back. Yeah. She should show up at that girl's door and be like, why the fuck you cut up those jeans? That was not part of the agreement. I said you could borrow them. You don't cut jeans up. It's not the 90s. What are you doing? God, we used to wear jean shorts with black tights and boots. Oh, yeah. Constantly.

That was the first thing I wore to high school. My first day of high school with a jeans addiction shirt and a collar. Yeah. Like a dog collar. Yeah. That was a dick. You must have really kicked the door open that day. With my purple docks. High school. High school and I ditched like to go smoke cigarettes because I needed a cigarette so bad at 14. I got to go get a smoke. Oh, girls. I'm jonesing for nicotine. One of your husband's best, my favorite tweets of Vince's is at every high school. There was a smoking tree. There was. That's the truth. He's funny. He's a funny man. Looking for a better cooking routine? With meal planning, shopping and prepping handled, HelloFresh has you covered. HelloFresh makes home cooking easy and affordable so you can

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serial killer. I'll also bring on expert guests to dive deeper into the details, share what it's like to work with a behavioral assessment unit at Quantico, answer some killer trivia and even host virtual Q&As where I'll answer your burning questions. Hey Prime members, listen to the Amazon Music exclusive podcast Killer Psyche Daily in the Amazon Music app. Download the app today. Hey to my lovely MFM ladies, Stephen and animals. The night before Thanksgiving is a huge party night in our town, yeah same in my town, as the college kids come home and everybody meets up at the bars. We had gone out with friends, she is married to a cop. Okay so she's privy to a lot of information. She's privy to information and hear stories and stuff so she goes out with friends

and then he and it says in parentheses he was off duty don't worry and when the bars closed we decided to go to an after party at a friend's house. Before going there we stopped at a gas station because you know beer and cigs and I ran inside to get our goods. He got out of the car to talk and when I came back I noticed my purse was gone. He said he saw a girl leaned down next to our car but thought that she just dropped something as it so happened the car she was in was pulling out of the parking lot and he told me to follow them. So here I am a little 23-year-old girl chasing some car down residential street in a Pontiac Grand Am trying to get my purse back at two in the morning. The road came to a fork and I went left and thought I lost them. He told

me to turn around and when I did low and behold here they come around the corner from the right side of the fork. My husband then took the steering wheel and jerked the car in front of theirs and jumped out. The girl was in the passenger seat and she got out with my purse and said she took it and was sorry. At the time the driver took off at that time the driver took off with her door still open and drove around her in the yard of a house and left her there. Yes he fucking left her there. My husband identified himself, asked her what her name was, handed me my purse and told me to call the police. When I reached in to get my cell phone she snatched my hand and told me no. He then took her by the arm. She elbowed him in the face and took off running. So of course

he ran after her. He tackled her in the front yard of another home while I was frantically calling the cops and then she then out of nowhere pulls a fucking shampoo bottle out of her coat and starts hating him on the head. Where the fuck did that come from? A few minutes later the driver comes back down the street because apparently he can't leave it alone and my husband recognizes him from prior arrest. No. He tells him to stay in the car and the guy knew who he was and then he was a cop. So the cops finally show up and take her to jail, search the car and check to see if the driver has warrants. They just so happened to find a gun in the car and he also went to jail. We totally stayed sexy and didn't get murdered. SSDGM also never trust a bitch that hits you with a shampoo

bottle. Missy. That's the craziest story I've ever heard. It's so crazy. Should I do one more? Yes. Quick one? Yes. Okay. I'm not going to tell you the name of it. Hi. I meant to send y'all this story back in November but forgotten till this week's mini-soad. For some reason the story of the dude laying down in the movie theater reminded me of the story. Remember that one? Jesus. On Thanksgiving my cousin told me this story while we were sitting on the couch waiting for dinner. She was pretty cavalier about the whole thing and I promptly gathered the entire family and made her repeat the story to the larger group. The story is as follows. When my cousin was in college she volunteered at a university health center on weekend nights. Essentially she and a couple

of their students would sit there with drunk kids and make sure they didn't choke on their own vomit or die or whatever. Nice. A job that in 2018 seems like it would go against many social health regulations. One night a male co-worker at the health center offered them apple juice in a snack and the girls accepted. A half hour later or so my cousin and her fellow volunteers found themselves projectile vomiting in the bathroom. Not thinking much of it the girls chalked it up to rotten apple juice. I don't think that's the thing. I don't either. Rotten apple juice. You know. It's dark brown apple juice. Yeah. It's green foam on top. It's pre-pubed. Until at one of the volunteers meetings they realized that a ton of the girls had gotten

sick while working there on multiple occasions. It turns out that the worker who gave them the juice ready for this and all caps. Yes. Had a vomiting fetish and had been spiking the apple juice with Ipacac. What a terrible fetish to be burdened with in your life. How fucking gross is that? All of it. Yes. Let me go on. And would then presumably stand outside of the bathroom and listen to the girls' yak. The guy was fired and my cousin said that she was supposed to test it against him in court but that she ended up being too lazy and never went. She also mentioned that she told my aunt and uncle at the time who were concerningly casual about the incident. However, it seemed too bizarre of a story not to submit to you guys. Yes. SSDGM Sophia.

How fucking bananas. So something happened early on perhaps that made him get a boner when he heard people puke. Well, so I knew a girl who had a ton of little younger women who had a ton of younger siblings and she remembered every single time her mom was pregnant would have violent morning sickness. Yeah. And so she had a real big phobia of vomiting. Like you couldn't, she had to like leave if you even mentioned it. Yeah. So I wonder if he had the opposite where he got a boner every time his mom was pregnant. Yeah. Or maybe one million other. Oh, thanks. Let's think of all of them. Well, but here's the thing. Like when, you know, in like a terrible movie or TV show when they have someone vomit and then they feel the need to

actually show some poor like prop guy has to throw a cup of beef stew in the toilet because they need to for some reason make it real. Yeah. Or like you have to like wipe their face because there's something on it. It's so gross to me and makes me want to puke immediately. I don't have to leave like your friend, but it's like I'll mute it if I can get really, really quick. Yeah. Cause it's just like it makes me think I'm feel like I'm going to throw up and think it's disgusting. The idea it's such a strange like human reflex. That's so gross. Yeah. The fact that all of that is being sent in a different direction to being aroused by it is very difficult to understand. Very. And the smell and the smell and the projectile of this of it all. And it does it till your

stomach is just empty. Oh, no. It's for kids who ate poison. Oh, yeah. Yeah. So send us your fucked up stories. We're never talking about puking yet. Is that it? Oh, I think it is. Okay. Let's end on vomiting. Let's please always send us your stories that aren't about puking to my favorite murder Gmail. And thank you for sharing with us, especially you missy. You really nailed it. Stay sexy. Don't get murdered. Goodbye. Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, he did it for you. That was exciting. Hi. Hello. It's Georgia and Karen and we are excited to tell you that we are launching our new podcast network exactly right. Yes, we're very excited to tell you guys about it. We've chosen a bunch of shows with specifically with murderinos in mind and we can't wait for you

guys to hear them. There's going to be more true crime. There's going to be comedy. There's going to be cat stuff and more and a lot of very, very special hosts, very special hosts. And and then at the end of this month, we are going to announce the details of these the first slate of shows for exactly right. Yeah. So stay tuned for that. And in the meantime, you can start following me exactly right on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. And please sign up for the newsletter at ExactlyRightMedia.com. You guys, we're becoming podcasting moguls. Join us. Oh my God, it's exciting. We're so excited. Goodbye. Stay sexy. Don't get murdered. Bye. Bye.