June 9, 2025 • 26 mins
This week’s hometowns include trash dad fun times (ahead of Father’s Day!) and a dachshund story.
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Speaker 1 (00:19):
And welcome to my favorite murder the minisode. So cute,
so many little quick It's like a little lego, easy fun.
Speaker 2 (00:29):
What do you want to do? I go first? I
want me go first. I'll go first. Okay.
Speaker 1 (00:34):
The subject line of this email is who do you
call when your dad's in a cult?
Speaker 2 (00:37):
Oh?
Speaker 1 (00:39):
And it just starts there's no time for pleasantries. I
have three young kids and barely time to type this email,
So away we go. I knew my mother was raised
for many years in a pretty strict evangelical religion. However,
it wasn't until recently that she made a joke about
that cult I was in while I grew up that
I realized she was actually in an honest to God,
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mother fucking cult. Turns out she was raised as a
member of a doomsday cult called the Worldwide Church of God,
which was founded by radio and televangelist Herbert Armstrong in
nineteen sixty eight. He preached that the world would end
in nineteen seventy five due to World War Three, and
the doctrines were such that strict Sabbath was observed, homosexuality,
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divorce and remarriage were not acceptable, and medical treatment could
only be sought for broken bones, and then in parentheses
it says weird blind to draw on the sand.
Speaker 2 (01:30):
If you ask me, yeah, that is pretty like just
thatif appendix fuck off.
Speaker 1 (01:38):
The church required hefty tithings and forbade the celebration of
birthdays and pagan holidays. The services were two hours long
every Saturday, and my mom had to travel I know,
and my mom had to travel two hours one way
to God.
Speaker 2 (01:52):
I at the drive was way more pleasant than the
fucking sermon for real every Saturday.
Speaker 1 (01:58):
One of my mom's memories from this time was always
having to raise her hand at school as someone who
wasn't allowed to participate in classroom celebrations for birthdays or
other holidays.
Speaker 2 (02:08):
Oh that's so heartbreaking. It's awful, But at least they
got to go to public school, like regular.
Speaker 1 (02:12):
School instead of Catholic school, instead of the cults where
they'd be school. Oh yeah, yeah, you know, yeah that's right,
and just get taught some weird shit. Dinosaur bones were
buried by the devil.
Speaker 2 (02:24):
Or aliens or aliens someone, so.
Speaker 1 (02:27):
The person had to raise their hand basically saying no holidays,
no birthdays, Christmas included, because according to Armstrong, it had
devolved into a pagan holiday too. My mom always felt
embarrassed and singled out. She remembers desperately wanting to dress
up for Halloween just once, but was never allowed. Now
this will surprise exactly none of you, but it turns
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out mister Herbert Armstrong was a total piece of shit.
Speaker 2 (02:50):
After his wife.
Speaker 1 (02:51):
Died while he was in his eighties, he married a
thirty eight year old woman from his congregation and subsequently
divorced her. He was operating conversion therapy camp for queer
and mentally ill children and teens that reportedly employed physical
torture in addition to the emotional and mental torture that
goes along with it. And this train never comes late.
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He was an alleged pedophile who molested his own daughter
for years, never held accountable for any of it, and
he died at age ninety three. I'm not sure, and
neither is my mom. What finally led my grandparents to
break away from the cult, but they did while my
mom was in high school. In fact, my grandparents were
never involved in another religion ever. Again, my grandma d
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was a badass who worked her way to a master's
degree in education while raising three kids Wow, taught special
needs children, adopted three sibling teenagers in need from one
of her classes, became a school board member, and was
a court appointed special advocate for kids in the foster
system four years.
Speaker 2 (03:49):
Oh my god, she's making up for a lost shitty time.
Speaker 1 (03:52):
Yep.
Speaker 2 (03:53):
She was like, fine, I'll just be a living saint. Then.
Speaker 1 (03:56):
My grandpa Bob never went past an eighth grade education,
but he started his own extremely successful heavy equipment repair shop,
fixing equipment like bulldozers, and was an incredibly loving and
involved grandfather and father. I lost my grandmother to cancer
and my grandfather to Alzheimer's and I miss them both
and I still can't wrap my mind around what my
grandparents must have been like during those years, and I
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was never able to talk to them about it. My
mom and her siblings all turned out to be badasses,
just like their post cult parents. None of them ever
joined another cult, so I'd call that a success, just
the one and you're out.
Speaker 2 (04:34):
All it takes is don't join a cult.
Speaker 1 (04:36):
Again, like stay sexy and maybe just leave your kids
out of it.
Speaker 2 (04:40):
If you join a cult, s wow, that's just legit,
like exactly what And they made it out and they're okay,
they did. They did. Yeah, incredible.
Speaker 1 (04:52):
So sad when it's that thing of like I don't
celebrate that. I overheard a little kid, like there was
a little kid messing around in this in line at
the pharmacy over the holidays, and there was a lady
talking being like, and what are you gonna ask Santa
for Christmas? You'd like, way, don't celebrate Christmas. I was
just like, uh, like, we don't celebrate holidays, he said,
because it was holidays.
Speaker 2 (05:12):
Okay, Well I was like, oh, that's so sad, Like wait,
I don't celebrate Christmas? No, I know, I know.
Speaker 1 (05:16):
It was basically like we don't get to do that.
And then it was just this like feeling of like that.
Speaker 2 (05:22):
Just there's this post on Instagram I'm sure you've seen
on TikTok where it's like this little like it's this
like Christian family, we don't celebrate. They're all dressed up
as like the Wizard of Oz and it's the caption
says like, we don't celebrate Halloween because it's a pagan holiday. However,
on this day we do like to dress up and
have candy. And the comments are like that's fucking Halloween.
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That's the only that's the only thing that Halloween is. Yeah, literally,
you're celebrating Halloween.
Speaker 1 (05:48):
And directly pagan or whatever I think Celtic or something
you right, Okay.
Speaker 2 (05:53):
Okay, Mine's called classic Hometown plus Manson family Connection. Hello,
Karen and Georgia. My fas always lived in southern California.
Irvine may not be for Georgia, but I sure love it.
I mean, okay, no, it's I get it. It's a beautiful,
beautiful place that I hated. It's so the experience. Yeah.
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My first story takes place in San Luis Obispo about
ten years ago, where my husband's uncle Ron found himself
retired after many years of being an attorney. He hung
up his suit, threw out his hair, and became quite
the free spirit. He joined a golfing forsome that would
get together weekly. One of the dudes in their foursome
had some weird vibes, so much so the group decided
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it would be best not to invite weird vibesman back
the following week. Yeah, I'm picturing Vincent Chris Fairbanks, who's
who in this story, heading to the course that day.
Uncle Ron left his wallet at home, he turned around
to retrieve it, followed by him arriving at the golf
course a few minutes late. As he parked, he saw
the Weird Vibesman running out of the pro shop into
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his car in a hurry. He was confused as to
why he was even there, but headed in side to
meet the group. Turns out Weird Vibesman had found out
about their scheme to not include him, so all caps
he showed up to the course to shoot the other
men in their foursome. Holy shit, that's a yeah, it's
a reaction. When Uncle Ron walked into the pro shop,
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the two other men were on the ground with gunshot wounds.
If Uncle Ron hadn't forgotten his wallet that day, he
would have certainly met the same unfortunate fate. The men
recovered and the Weird Vibes shooter man was apprehended, and
Uncle Ron lived to tell the tale at family functions.
God side note, my grandma's cousin dated Leslie van Houghton
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in high school and knew her. Leslie van Houghton is
a former member of the Manson family and was convicted
of the LaBianca murders in Los fieless, California. They attended
Monrovia High School together with my grandma and even ran
away together at seventeen years old. They broke up after
high school, but he regularly went to visit her in
prison after being arrested for the murders. Wow, I know
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he passed away a few years go before being able
to see Van Houghton released from prison in July twenty
twenty three and placed on parole. Sharon Tate's sister was
quoted then when she was released saying, quote, is she
a nice girl? No? Is she an animal? I think
she was then, and I fear that she still is.
Thank you for keeping me company on my long commutes
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to work and your continued advocacy for mental health and
well being. Stay sexy, skip the country club, and retire
in peace, and don't get murdered.
Speaker 1 (08:27):
Riley she her. Wow, that's wild. Yeah, I'm so glad
that those people survived.
Speaker 2 (08:33):
Yeah. I thought that was like a massacre story totally.
And the thing about high school too, Like I have
a friend who's one of closest friends in high school
killed someone and they went to prison, and it's like
grappling thing of like are you the person I knew
before it happened? Or are you the person after or
is there some combination of the two, And what do
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I do with that? Yes? You know?
Speaker 1 (08:56):
Yes, were you hiding behind a mask? And the truth
is that you did that? Or was that just a
weird break and it wasn't you at all?
Speaker 2 (09:05):
Totally totally, I mean like it was. Yeah, Yeah, that's heavy.
Speaker 1 (09:13):
Let me lighten it up with some trash dad fun times,
which is the subject line of this email. Okay, and
Happy Father's Day to all the trash dads and all
the regular dads, but not to the good dads.
Speaker 2 (09:24):
They get enough of that, they really do. Those all
those mugs they get God.
Speaker 1 (09:28):
This email starts Ahi, Yes, Hello, let's dive right in,
shall we. It was the late eighties in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Parentheses, Canada.
My sister and I were four and five and my
mom was great at coming up with fun things for
us to do that didn't cost a lot of coin.
My dad decided it was his time to shine with
a new idea birdie rides.
Speaker 2 (09:48):
To be fair, it.
Speaker 1 (09:49):
Was one of our favorite activities until that one fateful day.
What is a birdie ride? I'm glad you asked, here
are the steps to set up the birdie ride. Number one,
Leah beach. I'll flat on the floor and have a
child lie on their tummy across the towel so that
the kid and the towel form a plus sign.
Speaker 2 (10:07):
Okay, such a bad start. I'm like, I'm picturing, like,
is someone getting swung around? Someone getting swung? I knew it.
That means I've done it. Let's sear it. Number two.
Speaker 1 (10:18):
Dad then grabs the two short ends of the towel together,
lifts into the air, picking up the kid in the towel,
and swinging them around in the air.
Speaker 2 (10:26):
All caps we oh, I have a sense memory of
this somehow, you know?
Speaker 1 (10:31):
Yeap?
Speaker 2 (10:33):
That says what could go wrong? Now?
Speaker 1 (10:35):
For some background, money wasn't something we had a lot of,
as my mom was a stay at home mom, which
she rolled at. We lived in a little side by
side with two bedrooms, which meant my sister and I
shared a bedroom. It was no biggie because we were
close in age, only fourteen months apart. I love to
say that my younger sister was an accident, to which
my mom always replies she wasn't an accident. She simply
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wasn't planned that we always wanted two children.
Speaker 2 (11:01):
Don't get into it. You're ruining this. She wasn't an
accident per se. My mom always says, you are a surprise,
not an accident. Why are we talking about this?
Speaker 1 (11:13):
In that shared bedroom, we had a twin bed and
a stilt bed that our grandpa made with his own
two hands. For those not familiar, a stilt bed is
exactly how it sounds, essentially a bunk bed without the
lower bed. Okay, so now back to birdie rides.
Speaker 2 (11:26):
One day, my.
Speaker 1 (11:27):
Dad thought he'd step up his birdie ride game, and
rather than spinning us around the living room, he took
us flying through the house. My sister's turn ended in
our bedroom. Then it was my turn. Can you see
where this is going? I was flying around the bedroom
and on the third spin, boom, my head went straight
into the side of the stilt bed, which was at
a perfect height. Then it says, nice job, Craig, Craig Craig.
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My mom officially banned birdie rides in our house.
Speaker 2 (11:57):
We don't eat the MoMA was so pissed. My mom
was like, what in the fuck are you? Mom? You
know had worn in the past Craig, You're going to
hurt one of them, Craig, Craig, that's not funny, Craig.
Broken bones are the only reason we can take the
kids to the hospital, so you better please.
Speaker 1 (12:16):
It says we took this band more seriously than the
Simpsons band she came up with, and then in parentheses,
it says we'd sneak downstairs and watch it in the
basement with my dad.
Speaker 2 (12:24):
Thank you.
Speaker 1 (12:25):
Full disclosure. I've had to go to the hospital twice
from head incidents. The second time was when I once
fell down cement stairs, but I'm fairly certain that the
post Birdie ride hospital visit was the one where hospital
staff took me into a separate room from my family
and asked me questions to ensure I wasn't being abused. Yeah,
I really wish I had witnessed my parents explaining to
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the doctor what a birdie ride was and how everything
is an accident. The Birdie ride incident eventually led my
mom eventually led to my mom and dad's difforce.
Speaker 2 (12:56):
I'm sorry for laughing. I didn't see that coming at all.
Oh no, oh no, wait, it says JKJK that've been
happily married for forty years. Good one. You got us.
I did not.
Speaker 1 (13:11):
People, please feel fear to take advantage of the fact
that I often scam these quickly.
Speaker 2 (13:15):
I don't read them all the way through.
Speaker 1 (13:17):
That was really good and then it just says I
love you with all these yous.
Speaker 2 (13:21):
Caitlyn she her, that is Caitlyn fucking hilarious. Can tell
you're the youngest because that was hilarious and fun and funny.
Good job, armful, good.
Speaker 1 (13:29):
Job, painful and funny and wonderful.
Speaker 2 (13:33):
All right, My next one is called It's either called
My Emu War featuring trash Dad trash Uncle or my
Emu War featuring trash Dad trash Uncle, depending on who
you are and are depending on your zone. Does it
literally say that, No, but I think I'm traumatized now, yes,
of course. Okay, this just starts. I wheeze laughed through
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your episode on the Great Emu War, or because I
am all too familiar with emu's they're weird caps their
dinosaur eyes and their ability to jump over anything, and
their unkillability not a word I knew. I had to
finally write my childhood Emu's story. You have a childhood
EMU story that you never thought you'd write into a
fucking true crime podcast, and here we are. It's pretty great.
Speaker 1 (14:20):
This is like and if you have a childhood emu,
raccoon or possum story, right, we're nails and snails. How
about what are those weird worms that show up when
it rains?
Speaker 2 (14:30):
I think I'm proud that our legacy is that we
got We allowed people to tell their weird ass family stories,
no matter what they were, and the end you know, yeah, Okay.
When we lived in a suburb of Dallas, Texas in
the late nineties, my dad and my uncle Mike, who
was the husband of my maternal aunt also not his
real name because I adore him, and some possibly non
legal things might have occurred in the story that was
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all in the each bought. So Dad and the uncle
Mike each bought an emu from an emu farm in Texas.
At the time, there was a health craze for emu
oil for use as a moisturizer. I don't know. Health
fads are always bizarre anyway. I think my cheapest fuck
always bargain hunting. Dad found them for a really good deal,
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and my uncle decided to go along with it. Question
Mark I'm guessing there were some Miller lights going on
for real. You know, it'd be cool, Come on, look
at it, it'd be cool. It's unclear to me how
they plan to make money off of them. It's just
EMU something that equation of EMU plus question mark equals money,
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but they don't know what the question market. You know
what I mean. It's unclear to me how they plan
to make money off of them, But it's also possible
that they didn't plan to, as my dad will put
down perfectly good money for something that he does not
need if it's a good enough bargain. Yeah, here's the catch.
We lived in all caps the middle of a city.
LBJ Freeway slash six thirty five roared passed behind our
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house just one street over, but we happened to live
on about one acre of land, so our yard was
bigger and we got to keep the birds, which meant,
of course that my mom and older sister I was
about nine so she was about fifteen, had to feed
and take care of what you correctly stated are basically
velociraptors with feathers. Being in the middle of the city,
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we were not allowed to keep animals outsize in our yard.
But city ordinances have never kept my dad from doing anything,
so of course we kept them for at least several months,
possibly longer, I don't remember. I do remember how they
would regularly jump over the very tall fence my dad
built for them and chase our chihuahuas and chickens around
the backyard. Oh God, Cookie would be so freaked out
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if she saw a fucking emu. I still remember. One
of our chihuaha was barking and snapping at one of
the emu's heads as the emu's body ran in circles
around it. Yes, you read that right. The emu held
its head still glaring at the chihuahua while its body
ran in circles a fucking cartoon around the chihuah ah
ahwa so it couldn't get away. Insane. Although they weren't
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as malevolent as some EMUs clearly are, it was still
an adrenaline rush to go into their pen to feed them.
At some point, my dad either got sick of buying
feed for the EMUs or the city got winded them.
One day, my uncle showed up and it became known
amongst myself and my four other siblings. At the time
had come, I stayed inside with my brother, who adored
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to relay bad or traumatizing news of any sort, informed
us later that it was quite an involved in taxing
process to catch and slaughter the EMUs. Oh my god,
they were going to kill them, and gentle reader, we
were to eat those birds. Now, I don't even know.
Thank you, I'll have vegemite. I'm vegetarian now. Remember how
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Georgia talked about their large calves. Think turkey drumsticks times
five ew, so gross. Into the freezer they went. In hindsight,
the meat just tasted like a dry, stringy roast beef,
but I didn't care.
Speaker 1 (18:03):
No.
Speaker 2 (18:03):
Despite having no real affection for the birds, my siblings
and I were miserable whenever my mom cooked it, and
we all spent lots of time staring at our plates
of emu and chiladas until we found a way to
either choke it down or throw it away unnoticed. No. Eventually,
our supply was used up and my family moved on
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to eating other horrifying things my dad picked up at
bargain prices like cow tongue. Oh, which is actually delicious,
I will tell you right now. No, as a huge person,
it's so fucking good, but just looks terrifying.
Speaker 1 (18:38):
I tried tongue when I was like twelve. Yeah, and
it felt like a tongue on my tongue.
Speaker 2 (18:43):
Because there are taste buds on it.
Speaker 1 (18:44):
It's so it's not just like gross. It's the most
upsetting thing, except for when my friend tricked me into
trying eel at a sushi restaurant.
Speaker 2 (18:54):
I love eel. What are you kidding me? Oh, it's
like a cave. Oh my god, it's one of my
favorite fos foods. Eel sushi is one of my favorite foods. Well,
then a cave.
Speaker 1 (19:04):
Yes, it tasted exactly like an undersea cave.
Speaker 2 (19:07):
It was disgusted. That sounds delicious. No, it's sounds so specific. Okay,
all right. Nowadays I live in Alaska and we'll eat
almost anything, including bear meat, which is actually delicious. But
I still say, let the EMUs run free. Grace, God, grace,
that is eaten bear. Yeah, that's quite something. I've had
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reindeer before. Ooh, what'd that taste like? It was good.
I mean it was made into a little like empanada,
so it was fucking delicious. M you could put anything
in a Panada's great. Well, if you like tongue, would
you eat Emu? I'd take a bite. Yeah, I try
an Emu taco or something and Emu taco taco taco.
Speaker 1 (19:52):
Here's my last one, it says my Klepto family Taybasties.
I'll get right into the story and save my gushing
for the end of the email. I like to save
up a bunch of episodes to binge. So I just
listened at minniesod for eighteen from early January. I heard
your call for Klepto family stories and felt compelled to
write in again.
Speaker 2 (20:09):
Yes, thank you.
Speaker 1 (20:10):
My husband and I moved to North Carolina from Michigan
in the early aughts, and my mom Pat and my
grandma Sophie used to fly down together to visit us.
We took them on a road trip to Wilmington, North Carolina,
on the coast. On one visit about seventeen years ago,
when our older daughter was a baby, there was a
Carabas restaurant near our hotel.
Speaker 2 (20:31):
Have you heard of that restaurant. I've definitely heard of
that or seen it, but I've never I don't know
anything about.
Speaker 1 (20:36):
Two ours two bees Carabas starting with the sea near
our hotel that we chose for dinner because we were
all tired and hungry. At dinner, we commented on the
salt and pepper grinders on the table, the small ones
that are sold in the spice section in the grocery store.
Oh yeah, because a salt grinder was not something we
saw very often in a restaurant. After dinner, as we
were getting in the car, my mom and grandma were
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laughing hysterically like they were crying and holding each other up.
My mom stole the cute little olive oil picture from
the table and showed it to my grandma, who then
pulled the salt and pepper.
Speaker 2 (21:07):
Grinders out of her pirs. No, I love it.
Speaker 1 (21:10):
They thought it was funny, but I thought my husband
was going to march them back in to apologize to
the restaurant and return the purloined items. The next time
we visited my parents' house, I discovered that they had
nearly a full set of steaknives stolen from Outback Steakhouse
and other restaurants.
Speaker 2 (21:28):
I love it.
Speaker 1 (21:29):
They also have many suspiciously unmatched forks and spoons in
their silverware drawer. My grandma Sophie turned ninety six this year,
so I think she's left all her petty thieving behind.
Happy birthday, Grandma, Sophie.
Speaker 2 (21:41):
Ninety six, amazing.
Speaker 1 (21:43):
My mom and stepdad claim they have as well. Thank
you for all you do to bring awareness to and
break the stigma surrounding mental health issues. I'm an early
MFM listener and it's so hard to believe that it's
been nine years. Y'all are my favorite podcasts, and I'm
loving the rewind episodes.
Speaker 2 (22:02):
Uh.
Speaker 1 (22:02):
And then it says stay salty and don't steal the condiments, Laurie,
she hear. Oh. And then it says, ps, we should
have known Grandma had sticky fingers. The year before this incident,
we took Mom and Grandma to Savannah, Georgia for a
few days. Many of the shops sold pecan praleeens and
had trays of samples out. Grandma would take as many
as she could get away with and stash them in
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a napkin in her purse.
Speaker 2 (22:23):
In every store.
Speaker 1 (22:25):
She was passing around purse praleeens days after we left Savannah,
and then it said, but I was pregnant, so I
didn't really mind at all.
Speaker 2 (22:33):
Yeah, that's so cute. I can't wait to be an
old lady. Well, old lady, I'm gonna steal so much.
Speaker 1 (22:38):
Shit fucking go to Costco and just stand there eating
every sample and.
Speaker 2 (22:43):
Become a bank robber. Okay, this one's called my hometown.
Farrell Dockson story. Love you ladies, love your stories. Here's mine.
I'm a suburban mom with quite the cast of characters
in my backyard deer, raccoons, possums, squirrels, and all kinds
of birds. But one day there was a new kind
of creature, a docsin. This was a time when I
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didn't always have a phone in my hands, so I
looked for my camera, but by the time I found it,
the dog was gone. Now I knew most of the
neighbors dogs by name, but I didn't know this one.
On my daily walks with my own dogs, I tried
to figure out which house this mystery Docsin belonged to.
No luck. Over the next few weeks, my short furry
friend appeared in my yard several more times, but no
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one else in my house ever saw him. If I
saw a stray dog, I would tackle it like.
Speaker 1 (23:31):
Oh my god, my dream, Oh it's all I ever
look for. It's my favorite concept.
Speaker 2 (23:37):
It's a doxin. Oh my god, the little dogs.
Speaker 1 (23:41):
And like, but what's it zipping around like getting away?
Speaker 2 (23:44):
Yeah, it's like a feral doxin. It's hard to imagine though.
Speaker 1 (23:47):
Oh it's like the what was the Docsin's name that
was on the island in Australia by yourself?
Speaker 2 (23:51):
That's yes, that's why they're writing this, Yes, Valerie, I think, yeah,
that's so funny. No one else in my house ever
saw him what it was a ghost docs in and
I was becoming increasingly concern that this Dockson was homeless
and in desperate need of my help. My family, in particular,
my husband laughed over my concern for this quote ferreal doson. Fairly,
it is not really a thing. Finally, when fateful Sunday,
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my faral friend reappeared in the backyard, but this time
he was wearing a bomber jacket. Clearly this dog was
not in need of any help. The entire family shared
an enormous laugh over the evidently not homeless Dockson. But
oddly enough, I never figured out where that cute little
guy ever lived. A sad his DGM and watch out
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for feral Dockson's in bomber jackets and Marie.
Speaker 1 (24:43):
Did he live with the Cunningham family up over their garage,
like just like the fawns, because it sounds like he.
Speaker 2 (24:48):
Was the fawns. Right, Oh, that's so cute. That's hilarious.
He's wearing outfits.
Speaker 1 (24:53):
Well, Happy Father's Day, everybody. I think we just gave
the fathers of America every possible type of story they
could want to hear.
Speaker 2 (25:01):
I mean, yeah, play that for your dad on the
road trip to go to Cabrero's. What was that restaurant
called Cabreros? Yeah, yeah, play that for him. Thanks, dads,
We love you. Yeah, we're big fans of our own.
Speaker 1 (25:12):
Yeah, great job our dads, whatever job you would like
to get a tribute to your dads.
Speaker 2 (25:17):
That's on you. Yeah, you don't have to work.
Speaker 1 (25:19):
Yeah, we support all trash dads and all trash stay
sexy and.
Speaker 2 (25:24):
Don't get murdered. Gay Elvis, do you want a cookie?
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Our editor is Aristotle las Veda. This episode was mixed
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Speaker 1 (26:00):
Bye MHM.
And welcome to my favorite murder the minisode. So cute,
so many little quick It's like a little lego, easy fun.
Speaker 2 (00:29):
What do you want to do? I go first? I
want me go first. I'll go first. Okay.
Speaker 1 (00:34):
The subject line of this email is who do you
call when your dad's in a cult?
Speaker 2 (00:37):
Oh?
Speaker 1 (00:39):
And it just starts there's no time for pleasantries. I
have three young kids and barely time to type this email,
So away we go. I knew my mother was raised
for many years in a pretty strict evangelical religion. However,
it wasn't until recently that she made a joke about
that cult I was in while I grew up that
I realized she was actually in an honest to God,
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mother fucking cult. Turns out she was raised as a
member of a doomsday cult called the Worldwide Church of God,
which was founded by radio and televangelist Herbert Armstrong in
nineteen sixty eight. He preached that the world would end
in nineteen seventy five due to World War Three, and
the doctrines were such that strict Sabbath was observed, homosexuality,
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divorce and remarriage were not acceptable, and medical treatment could
only be sought for broken bones, and then in parentheses
it says weird blind to draw on the sand.
Speaker 2 (01:30):
If you ask me, yeah, that is pretty like just
thatif appendix fuck off.
Speaker 1 (01:38):
The church required hefty tithings and forbade the celebration of
birthdays and pagan holidays. The services were two hours long
every Saturday, and my mom had to travel I know,
and my mom had to travel two hours one way
to God.
Speaker 2 (01:52):
I at the drive was way more pleasant than the
fucking sermon for real every Saturday.
Speaker 1 (01:58):
One of my mom's memories from this time was always
having to raise her hand at school as someone who
wasn't allowed to participate in classroom celebrations for birthdays or
other holidays.
Speaker 2 (02:08):
Oh that's so heartbreaking. It's awful, But at least they
got to go to public school, like regular.
Speaker 1 (02:12):
School instead of Catholic school, instead of the cults where
they'd be school. Oh yeah, yeah, you know, yeah that's right,
and just get taught some weird shit. Dinosaur bones were
buried by the devil.
Speaker 2 (02:24):
Or aliens or aliens someone, so.
Speaker 1 (02:27):
The person had to raise their hand basically saying no holidays,
no birthdays, Christmas included, because according to Armstrong, it had
devolved into a pagan holiday too. My mom always felt
embarrassed and singled out. She remembers desperately wanting to dress
up for Halloween just once, but was never allowed. Now
this will surprise exactly none of you, but it turns
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out mister Herbert Armstrong was a total piece of shit.
Speaker 2 (02:50):
After his wife.
Speaker 1 (02:51):
Died while he was in his eighties, he married a
thirty eight year old woman from his congregation and subsequently
divorced her. He was operating conversion therapy camp for queer
and mentally ill children and teens that reportedly employed physical
torture in addition to the emotional and mental torture that
goes along with it. And this train never comes late.
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He was an alleged pedophile who molested his own daughter
for years, never held accountable for any of it, and
he died at age ninety three. I'm not sure, and
neither is my mom. What finally led my grandparents to
break away from the cult, but they did while my
mom was in high school. In fact, my grandparents were
never involved in another religion ever. Again, my grandma d
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was a badass who worked her way to a master's
degree in education while raising three kids Wow, taught special
needs children, adopted three sibling teenagers in need from one
of her classes, became a school board member, and was
a court appointed special advocate for kids in the foster
system four years.
Speaker 2 (03:49):
Oh my god, she's making up for a lost shitty time.
Speaker 1 (03:52):
Yep.
Speaker 2 (03:53):
She was like, fine, I'll just be a living saint. Then.
Speaker 1 (03:56):
My grandpa Bob never went past an eighth grade education,
but he started his own extremely successful heavy equipment repair shop,
fixing equipment like bulldozers, and was an incredibly loving and
involved grandfather and father. I lost my grandmother to cancer
and my grandfather to Alzheimer's and I miss them both
and I still can't wrap my mind around what my
grandparents must have been like during those years, and I
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was never able to talk to them about it. My
mom and her siblings all turned out to be badasses,
just like their post cult parents. None of them ever
joined another cult, so I'd call that a success, just
the one and you're out.
Speaker 2 (04:34):
All it takes is don't join a cult.
Speaker 1 (04:36):
Again, like stay sexy and maybe just leave your kids
out of it.
Speaker 2 (04:40):
If you join a cult, s wow, that's just legit,
like exactly what And they made it out and they're okay,
they did. They did. Yeah, incredible.
Speaker 1 (04:52):
So sad when it's that thing of like I don't
celebrate that. I overheard a little kid, like there was
a little kid messing around in this in line at
the pharmacy over the holidays, and there was a lady
talking being like, and what are you gonna ask Santa
for Christmas? You'd like, way, don't celebrate Christmas. I was
just like, uh, like, we don't celebrate holidays, he said,
because it was holidays.
Speaker 2 (05:12):
Okay, Well I was like, oh, that's so sad, Like wait,
I don't celebrate Christmas? No, I know, I know.
Speaker 1 (05:16):
It was basically like we don't get to do that.
And then it was just this like feeling of like that.
Speaker 2 (05:22):
Just there's this post on Instagram I'm sure you've seen
on TikTok where it's like this little like it's this
like Christian family, we don't celebrate. They're all dressed up
as like the Wizard of Oz and it's the caption
says like, we don't celebrate Halloween because it's a pagan holiday. However,
on this day we do like to dress up and
have candy. And the comments are like that's fucking Halloween.
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That's the only that's the only thing that Halloween is. Yeah, literally,
you're celebrating Halloween.
Speaker 1 (05:48):
And directly pagan or whatever I think Celtic or something
you right, Okay.
Speaker 2 (05:53):
Okay, Mine's called classic Hometown plus Manson family Connection. Hello,
Karen and Georgia. My fas always lived in southern California.
Irvine may not be for Georgia, but I sure love it.
I mean, okay, no, it's I get it. It's a beautiful,
beautiful place that I hated. It's so the experience. Yeah.
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My first story takes place in San Luis Obispo about
ten years ago, where my husband's uncle Ron found himself
retired after many years of being an attorney. He hung
up his suit, threw out his hair, and became quite
the free spirit. He joined a golfing forsome that would
get together weekly. One of the dudes in their foursome
had some weird vibes, so much so the group decided
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it would be best not to invite weird vibesman back
the following week. Yeah, I'm picturing Vincent Chris Fairbanks, who's
who in this story, heading to the course that day.
Uncle Ron left his wallet at home, he turned around
to retrieve it, followed by him arriving at the golf
course a few minutes late. As he parked, he saw
the Weird Vibesman running out of the pro shop into
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his car in a hurry. He was confused as to
why he was even there, but headed in side to
meet the group. Turns out Weird Vibesman had found out
about their scheme to not include him, so all caps
he showed up to the course to shoot the other
men in their foursome. Holy shit, that's a yeah, it's
a reaction. When Uncle Ron walked into the pro shop,
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the two other men were on the ground with gunshot wounds.
If Uncle Ron hadn't forgotten his wallet that day, he
would have certainly met the same unfortunate fate. The men
recovered and the Weird Vibes shooter man was apprehended, and
Uncle Ron lived to tell the tale at family functions.
God side note, my grandma's cousin dated Leslie van Houghton
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in high school and knew her. Leslie van Houghton is
a former member of the Manson family and was convicted
of the LaBianca murders in Los fieless, California. They attended
Monrovia High School together with my grandma and even ran
away together at seventeen years old. They broke up after
high school, but he regularly went to visit her in
prison after being arrested for the murders. Wow, I know
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he passed away a few years go before being able
to see Van Houghton released from prison in July twenty
twenty three and placed on parole. Sharon Tate's sister was
quoted then when she was released saying, quote, is she
a nice girl? No? Is she an animal? I think
she was then, and I fear that she still is.
Thank you for keeping me company on my long commutes
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to work and your continued advocacy for mental health and
well being. Stay sexy, skip the country club, and retire
in peace, and don't get murdered.
Speaker 1 (08:27):
Riley she her. Wow, that's wild. Yeah, I'm so glad
that those people survived.
Speaker 2 (08:33):
Yeah. I thought that was like a massacre story totally.
And the thing about high school too, Like I have
a friend who's one of closest friends in high school
killed someone and they went to prison, and it's like
grappling thing of like are you the person I knew
before it happened? Or are you the person after or
is there some combination of the two, And what do
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I do with that? Yes? You know?
Speaker 1 (08:56):
Yes, were you hiding behind a mask? And the truth
is that you did that? Or was that just a
weird break and it wasn't you at all?
Speaker 2 (09:05):
Totally totally, I mean like it was. Yeah, Yeah, that's heavy.
Speaker 1 (09:13):
Let me lighten it up with some trash dad fun times,
which is the subject line of this email. Okay, and
Happy Father's Day to all the trash dads and all
the regular dads, but not to the good dads.
Speaker 2 (09:24):
They get enough of that, they really do. Those all
those mugs they get God.
Speaker 1 (09:28):
This email starts Ahi, Yes, Hello, let's dive right in,
shall we. It was the late eighties in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Parentheses, Canada.
My sister and I were four and five and my
mom was great at coming up with fun things for
us to do that didn't cost a lot of coin.
My dad decided it was his time to shine with
a new idea birdie rides.
Speaker 2 (09:48):
To be fair, it.
Speaker 1 (09:49):
Was one of our favorite activities until that one fateful day.
What is a birdie ride? I'm glad you asked, here
are the steps to set up the birdie ride. Number one,
Leah beach. I'll flat on the floor and have a
child lie on their tummy across the towel so that
the kid and the towel form a plus sign.
Speaker 2 (10:07):
Okay, such a bad start. I'm like, I'm picturing, like,
is someone getting swung around? Someone getting swung? I knew it.
That means I've done it. Let's sear it. Number two.
Speaker 1 (10:18):
Dad then grabs the two short ends of the towel together,
lifts into the air, picking up the kid in the towel,
and swinging them around in the air.
Speaker 2 (10:26):
All caps we oh, I have a sense memory of
this somehow, you know?
Speaker 1 (10:31):
Yeap?
Speaker 2 (10:33):
That says what could go wrong? Now?
Speaker 1 (10:35):
For some background, money wasn't something we had a lot of,
as my mom was a stay at home mom, which
she rolled at. We lived in a little side by
side with two bedrooms, which meant my sister and I
shared a bedroom. It was no biggie because we were
close in age, only fourteen months apart. I love to
say that my younger sister was an accident, to which
my mom always replies she wasn't an accident. She simply
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wasn't planned that we always wanted two children.
Speaker 2 (11:01):
Don't get into it. You're ruining this. She wasn't an
accident per se. My mom always says, you are a surprise,
not an accident. Why are we talking about this?
Speaker 1 (11:13):
In that shared bedroom, we had a twin bed and
a stilt bed that our grandpa made with his own
two hands. For those not familiar, a stilt bed is
exactly how it sounds, essentially a bunk bed without the
lower bed. Okay, so now back to birdie rides.
Speaker 2 (11:26):
One day, my.
Speaker 1 (11:27):
Dad thought he'd step up his birdie ride game, and
rather than spinning us around the living room, he took
us flying through the house. My sister's turn ended in
our bedroom. Then it was my turn. Can you see
where this is going? I was flying around the bedroom
and on the third spin, boom, my head went straight
into the side of the stilt bed, which was at
a perfect height. Then it says, nice job, Craig, Craig Craig.
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My mom officially banned birdie rides in our house.
Speaker 2 (11:57):
We don't eat the MoMA was so pissed. My mom
was like, what in the fuck are you? Mom? You
know had worn in the past Craig, You're going to
hurt one of them, Craig, Craig, that's not funny, Craig.
Broken bones are the only reason we can take the
kids to the hospital, so you better please.
Speaker 1 (12:16):
It says we took this band more seriously than the
Simpsons band she came up with, and then in parentheses,
it says we'd sneak downstairs and watch it in the
basement with my dad.
Speaker 2 (12:24):
Thank you.
Speaker 1 (12:25):
Full disclosure. I've had to go to the hospital twice
from head incidents. The second time was when I once
fell down cement stairs, but I'm fairly certain that the
post Birdie ride hospital visit was the one where hospital
staff took me into a separate room from my family
and asked me questions to ensure I wasn't being abused. Yeah,
I really wish I had witnessed my parents explaining to
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the doctor what a birdie ride was and how everything
is an accident. The Birdie ride incident eventually led my
mom eventually led to my mom and dad's difforce.
Speaker 2 (12:56):
I'm sorry for laughing. I didn't see that coming at all.
Oh no, oh no, wait, it says JKJK that've been
happily married for forty years. Good one. You got us.
I did not.
Speaker 1 (13:11):
People, please feel fear to take advantage of the fact
that I often scam these quickly.
Speaker 2 (13:15):
I don't read them all the way through.
Speaker 1 (13:17):
That was really good and then it just says I
love you with all these yous.
Speaker 2 (13:21):
Caitlyn she her, that is Caitlyn fucking hilarious. Can tell
you're the youngest because that was hilarious and fun and funny.
Good job, armful, good.
Speaker 1 (13:29):
Job, painful and funny and wonderful.
Speaker 2 (13:33):
All right, My next one is called It's either called
My Emu War featuring trash Dad trash Uncle or my
Emu War featuring trash Dad trash Uncle, depending on who
you are and are depending on your zone. Does it
literally say that, No, but I think I'm traumatized now, yes,
of course. Okay, this just starts. I wheeze laughed through
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your episode on the Great Emu War, or because I
am all too familiar with emu's they're weird caps their
dinosaur eyes and their ability to jump over anything, and
their unkillability not a word I knew. I had to
finally write my childhood Emu's story. You have a childhood
EMU story that you never thought you'd write into a
fucking true crime podcast, and here we are. It's pretty great.
Speaker 1 (14:20):
This is like and if you have a childhood emu,
raccoon or possum story, right, we're nails and snails. How
about what are those weird worms that show up when
it rains?
Speaker 2 (14:30):
I think I'm proud that our legacy is that we
got We allowed people to tell their weird ass family stories,
no matter what they were, and the end you know, yeah, Okay.
When we lived in a suburb of Dallas, Texas in
the late nineties, my dad and my uncle Mike, who
was the husband of my maternal aunt also not his
real name because I adore him, and some possibly non
legal things might have occurred in the story that was
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all in the each bought. So Dad and the uncle
Mike each bought an emu from an emu farm in Texas.
At the time, there was a health craze for emu
oil for use as a moisturizer. I don't know. Health
fads are always bizarre anyway. I think my cheapest fuck
always bargain hunting. Dad found them for a really good deal,
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and my uncle decided to go along with it. Question
Mark I'm guessing there were some Miller lights going on
for real. You know, it'd be cool, Come on, look
at it, it'd be cool. It's unclear to me how
they plan to make money off of them. It's just
EMU something that equation of EMU plus question mark equals money,
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but they don't know what the question market. You know
what I mean. It's unclear to me how they plan
to make money off of them, But it's also possible
that they didn't plan to, as my dad will put
down perfectly good money for something that he does not
need if it's a good enough bargain. Yeah, here's the catch.
We lived in all caps the middle of a city.
LBJ Freeway slash six thirty five roared passed behind our
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house just one street over, but we happened to live
on about one acre of land, so our yard was
bigger and we got to keep the birds, which meant,
of course that my mom and older sister I was
about nine so she was about fifteen, had to feed
and take care of what you correctly stated are basically
velociraptors with feathers. Being in the middle of the city,
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we were not allowed to keep animals outsize in our yard.
But city ordinances have never kept my dad from doing anything,
so of course we kept them for at least several months,
possibly longer, I don't remember. I do remember how they
would regularly jump over the very tall fence my dad
built for them and chase our chihuahuas and chickens around
the backyard. Oh God, Cookie would be so freaked out
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if she saw a fucking emu. I still remember. One
of our chihuaha was barking and snapping at one of
the emu's heads as the emu's body ran in circles
around it. Yes, you read that right. The emu held
its head still glaring at the chihuahua while its body
ran in circles a fucking cartoon around the chihuah ah
ahwa so it couldn't get away. Insane. Although they weren't
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as malevolent as some EMUs clearly are, it was still
an adrenaline rush to go into their pen to feed them.
At some point, my dad either got sick of buying
feed for the EMUs or the city got winded them.
One day, my uncle showed up and it became known
amongst myself and my four other siblings. At the time
had come, I stayed inside with my brother, who adored
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to relay bad or traumatizing news of any sort, informed
us later that it was quite an involved in taxing
process to catch and slaughter the EMUs. Oh my god,
they were going to kill them, and gentle reader, we
were to eat those birds. Now, I don't even know.
Thank you, I'll have vegemite. I'm vegetarian now. Remember how
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Georgia talked about their large calves. Think turkey drumsticks times
five ew, so gross. Into the freezer they went. In hindsight,
the meat just tasted like a dry, stringy roast beef,
but I didn't care.
Speaker 1 (18:03):
No.
Speaker 2 (18:03):
Despite having no real affection for the birds, my siblings
and I were miserable whenever my mom cooked it, and
we all spent lots of time staring at our plates
of emu and chiladas until we found a way to
either choke it down or throw it away unnoticed. No. Eventually,
our supply was used up and my family moved on
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to eating other horrifying things my dad picked up at
bargain prices like cow tongue. Oh, which is actually delicious,
I will tell you right now. No, as a huge person,
it's so fucking good, but just looks terrifying.
Speaker 1 (18:38):
I tried tongue when I was like twelve. Yeah, and
it felt like a tongue on my tongue.
Speaker 2 (18:43):
Because there are taste buds on it.
Speaker 1 (18:44):
It's so it's not just like gross. It's the most
upsetting thing, except for when my friend tricked me into
trying eel at a sushi restaurant.
Speaker 2 (18:54):
I love eel. What are you kidding me? Oh, it's
like a cave. Oh my god, it's one of my
favorite fos foods. Eel sushi is one of my favorite foods. Well,
then a cave.
Speaker 1 (19:04):
Yes, it tasted exactly like an undersea cave.
Speaker 2 (19:07):
It was disgusted. That sounds delicious. No, it's sounds so specific. Okay,
all right. Nowadays I live in Alaska and we'll eat
almost anything, including bear meat, which is actually delicious. But
I still say, let the EMUs run free. Grace, God, grace,
that is eaten bear. Yeah, that's quite something. I've had
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reindeer before. Ooh, what'd that taste like? It was good.
I mean it was made into a little like empanada,
so it was fucking delicious. M you could put anything
in a Panada's great. Well, if you like tongue, would
you eat Emu? I'd take a bite. Yeah, I try
an Emu taco or something and Emu taco taco taco.
Speaker 1 (19:52):
Here's my last one, it says my Klepto family Taybasties.
I'll get right into the story and save my gushing
for the end of the email. I like to save
up a bunch of episodes to binge. So I just
listened at minniesod for eighteen from early January. I heard
your call for Klepto family stories and felt compelled to
write in again.
Speaker 2 (20:09):
Yes, thank you.
Speaker 1 (20:10):
My husband and I moved to North Carolina from Michigan
in the early aughts, and my mom Pat and my
grandma Sophie used to fly down together to visit us.
We took them on a road trip to Wilmington, North Carolina,
on the coast. On one visit about seventeen years ago,
when our older daughter was a baby, there was a
Carabas restaurant near our hotel.
Speaker 2 (20:31):
Have you heard of that restaurant. I've definitely heard of
that or seen it, but I've never I don't know
anything about.
Speaker 1 (20:36):
Two ours two bees Carabas starting with the sea near
our hotel that we chose for dinner because we were
all tired and hungry. At dinner, we commented on the
salt and pepper grinders on the table, the small ones
that are sold in the spice section in the grocery store.
Oh yeah, because a salt grinder was not something we
saw very often in a restaurant. After dinner, as we
were getting in the car, my mom and grandma were
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laughing hysterically like they were crying and holding each other up.
My mom stole the cute little olive oil picture from
the table and showed it to my grandma, who then
pulled the salt and pepper.
Speaker 2 (21:07):
Grinders out of her pirs. No, I love it.
Speaker 1 (21:10):
They thought it was funny, but I thought my husband
was going to march them back in to apologize to
the restaurant and return the purloined items. The next time
we visited my parents' house, I discovered that they had
nearly a full set of steaknives stolen from Outback Steakhouse
and other restaurants.
Speaker 2 (21:28):
I love it.
Speaker 1 (21:29):
They also have many suspiciously unmatched forks and spoons in
their silverware drawer. My grandma Sophie turned ninety six this year,
so I think she's left all her petty thieving behind.
Happy birthday, Grandma, Sophie.
Speaker 2 (21:41):
Ninety six, amazing.
Speaker 1 (21:43):
My mom and stepdad claim they have as well. Thank
you for all you do to bring awareness to and
break the stigma surrounding mental health issues. I'm an early
MFM listener and it's so hard to believe that it's
been nine years. Y'all are my favorite podcasts, and I'm
loving the rewind episodes.
Speaker 2 (22:02):
Uh.
Speaker 1 (22:02):
And then it says stay salty and don't steal the condiments, Laurie,
she hear. Oh. And then it says, ps, we should
have known Grandma had sticky fingers. The year before this incident,
we took Mom and Grandma to Savannah, Georgia for a
few days. Many of the shops sold pecan praleeens and
had trays of samples out. Grandma would take as many
as she could get away with and stash them in
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a napkin in her purse.
Speaker 2 (22:23):
In every store.
Speaker 1 (22:25):
She was passing around purse praleeens days after we left Savannah,
and then it said, but I was pregnant, so I
didn't really mind at all.
Speaker 2 (22:33):
Yeah, that's so cute. I can't wait to be an
old lady. Well, old lady, I'm gonna steal so much.
Speaker 1 (22:38):
Shit fucking go to Costco and just stand there eating
every sample and.
Speaker 2 (22:43):
Become a bank robber. Okay, this one's called my hometown.
Farrell Dockson story. Love you ladies, love your stories. Here's mine.
I'm a suburban mom with quite the cast of characters
in my backyard deer, raccoons, possums, squirrels, and all kinds
of birds. But one day there was a new kind
of creature, a docsin. This was a time when I
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didn't always have a phone in my hands, so I
looked for my camera, but by the time I found it,
the dog was gone. Now I knew most of the
neighbors dogs by name, but I didn't know this one.
On my daily walks with my own dogs, I tried
to figure out which house this mystery Docsin belonged to.
No luck. Over the next few weeks, my short furry
friend appeared in my yard several more times, but no
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one else in my house ever saw him. If I
saw a stray dog, I would tackle it like.
Speaker 1 (23:31):
Oh my god, my dream, Oh it's all I ever
look for. It's my favorite concept.
Speaker 2 (23:37):
It's a doxin. Oh my god, the little dogs.
Speaker 1 (23:41):
And like, but what's it zipping around like getting away?
Speaker 2 (23:44):
Yeah, it's like a feral doxin. It's hard to imagine though.
Speaker 1 (23:47):
Oh it's like the what was the Docsin's name that
was on the island in Australia by yourself?
Speaker 2 (23:51):
That's yes, that's why they're writing this, Yes, Valerie, I think, yeah,
that's so funny. No one else in my house ever
saw him what it was a ghost docs in and
I was becoming increasingly concern that this Dockson was homeless
and in desperate need of my help. My family, in particular,
my husband laughed over my concern for this quote ferreal doson. Fairly,
it is not really a thing. Finally, when fateful Sunday,
(24:13):
my faral friend reappeared in the backyard, but this time
he was wearing a bomber jacket. Clearly this dog was
not in need of any help. The entire family shared
an enormous laugh over the evidently not homeless Dockson. But
oddly enough, I never figured out where that cute little
guy ever lived. A sad his DGM and watch out
(24:38):
for feral Dockson's in bomber jackets and Marie.
Speaker 1 (24:43):
Did he live with the Cunningham family up over their garage,
like just like the fawns, because it sounds like he.
Speaker 2 (24:48):
Was the fawns. Right, Oh, that's so cute. That's hilarious.
He's wearing outfits.
Speaker 1 (24:53):
Well, Happy Father's Day, everybody. I think we just gave
the fathers of America every possible type of story they
could want to hear.
Speaker 2 (25:01):
I mean, yeah, play that for your dad on the
road trip to go to Cabrero's. What was that restaurant
called Cabreros? Yeah, yeah, play that for him. Thanks, dads,
We love you. Yeah, we're big fans of our own.
Speaker 1 (25:12):
Yeah, great job our dads, whatever job you would like
to get a tribute to your dads.
Speaker 2 (25:17):
That's on you. Yeah, you don't have to work.
Speaker 1 (25:19):
Yeah, we support all trash dads and all trash stay
sexy and.
Speaker 2 (25:24):
Don't get murdered. Gay Elvis, do you want a cookie?
Speaker 1 (25:36):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 2 (25:38):
Our senior producers are all Ae Hundra Keck and Molly Smith.
Our editor is Aristotle las Veda. This episode was mixed
by Leona Scolacci.
Speaker 1 (25:44):
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Speaker 2 (25:47):
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Bye MHM.
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