June 30, 2025 • 24 mins
This week’s hometowns include a near-death experience (summer break edition) and shitbag triplets.
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello and welcome my favorite murder the Miniso where we
read you your story Zach to You Summer edition. Yeah,
these are just some stories that have summer themes. Yeah,
kind of lightly loosely. My first one's called Fourth of
July Murders. It just starts out a bummer. It ends
on a like a hopeful note. So okay, here we go. Okay,
(00:38):
Dear Georgia and Karen. The fourth of July fireworks in
my hometown have conquered New Hampshire. Attract a large crowd
on July fourth, two thousand and three, and it's ten
thousand spectators. Manuel Garring abducted his two children, Philip eleven
years old and Sarah, fourteen years old. Witnesses recall an
argument between the dad and daughter, and it was the
last place the two kids were seen alive. Gearing and
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his ex wife Terry, were in the middle of a
custody battle. The children were staying with Manuel the weekend
of the fireworks, and mother Terry returned home on July
sixth to find her children had gone missing. Manuel Gearing
took his two children the night of the fireworks, headed
west by car, killed them along the way, buried their bodies,
and then continued west until he was located and arrested
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in Gilroy, California, on July tenth. He was returned to Concord,
New Hampshire, where he'd be arraigned for interfering with a
custody battle and later two counts of first degree murder.
Gary ultimately confessed to the murder, but couldn't remember exactly
where he buried the children. On February nineteenth, two thousand
and four, Garring killed himself in his jail cell awaiting
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his trial, after revealing what he could remember about the
children's burial site. Information included a rough drawing and other
descriptive clues like a chain link fence six foot tall grass.
With this vague information, repeated searches for the bodies were
conducted along a seven hundred miles to stretch of I
eighty from Pennsylvania to Nebraska, but the FBI weren't unable
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to locate the bodies. Terry launched her own search efforts,
which included enlisting the public's health to locate her children.
She drove around the Midwest holding press conferences to keep
the search for her missing children alive.
Speaker 2 (02:18):
What a horrifying thing to happen to her mother.
Speaker 1 (02:21):
Heartbreaking. The search caught the attention of an Ohio woman
named Stephanie Dietrich, who felt like the details about the
burial site could be around her town in rural Ohio.
According to an interview conducted by North Carolina Public Radio,
Stephanie worked part time at a grocery store and spent
her days off for months looking for the bodies during
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walks with her dog, Rico. Her efforts paid off because
in December of two thousand and five, two and a
half years after the kids had gone missing, she located
the remains of the Gearing children.
Speaker 2 (02:54):
Holy wow, I know.
Speaker 1 (02:57):
To this day, the Fourth of July fireworks have a
daunting memory for those who grew up in the town
at the time of the Gharring murders. While we went
to different elementary schools, I was the same age as
Philip and my brother was in the same grade as Sarah.
They would have been twenty nine and thirty two years
old if they were still alive. I oddly think of
them often, despite not knowing them personally. I feel like
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Stephanie Dietrich would have definitely been a murder reno. After
reading about her and her helping locate the gearing kids.
If it gets featured on an MFM podcast and if
you're listening, Stephanie, you are a true hero. Yep, you
are stay sexy. And then it's signed a Granite State
MFM fan and I guess that's what New Hampshire is called,
the Granite State.
Speaker 2 (03:35):
Oh wow.
Speaker 1 (03:36):
And then it's a I'd prefer to be anonymous. If
this gets featured yep, heavy yeah, sorry heavy hit her.
Speaker 2 (03:44):
But also what a beautiful thing that sorry her name
is Stephanie though, donated her time and basically was like
I'm going to take this up and try to figure
this out and.
Speaker 1 (03:54):
Then having this like sixth sense that you're going to
be able to find it and actually finding it, like
what an incredible gift. Give yeah to the mother. Yeah.
Speaker 2 (04:02):
I think people are learning that more and more. Is like,
you don't have to know people to care about people
you don't. They don't have to be your best friends
or your family totally. All right, let's take a little
left turn because this one is actually ridiculous.
Speaker 1 (04:17):
Okay, I need ridiculous right now. Yeah.
Speaker 2 (04:18):
The subject line is Trash Dad and the Skunk. That's
my favorite show. From the eighties, and then it just starts.
Here's the beginning pleasantries in this economy. It this was
right in the scene. It's nineteen ninety six in southwest Florida.
I'm six years old and about to experience a core memory.
Our little house was surrounded by swampy woods and tons
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of wildlife, pretty much everything from tortoises, bores, alligators to
fucking feral cats. Oh sorry, they wrote it to feral
fucking cats. One Saturday morning, a skunk the size of
a robust Pekinese decided.
Speaker 1 (04:56):
God dear, I love this person.
Speaker 2 (04:58):
I love them, decided to move into our garage. My
mom went out to do laundry and saw the skunk
and totally freaked out and made my siblings and I
stay inside the house to avoid setting it off. That's
not freaking it out. If you've ever been near a
skunk when it goes off, it is one of the
most disturbing and long lasting experiences.
Speaker 1 (05:16):
Really. Yes, the spraying part, I've never I'm the suburban
girl very bad.
Speaker 2 (05:22):
The initial spray smells like chemicals, so you're like, whoa,
what's that chemical? And then the second wave of it
is the skunk smell A really.
Speaker 1 (05:29):
Stupid question, okay, because I've only seen this happen in cartoons. Yeah,
is there a visual of the spray?
Speaker 2 (05:36):
I believe, So I can't say for sure because I've
only been We had it where a skunk sprayed outside
of an open window when I live off michel Terina
in silver Lay, and that's so we experienced it purely
smell okay style. Okay, but I think I've seen it
where ye.
Speaker 1 (05:53):
Cat sprays similarly, it's.
Speaker 2 (05:55):
Like pee, Yeah, their tail goes up and then stuff
shoot out. Okay, So I'm just saying the mom didn't
over because also, like we've had dogs and pets and
stuff that get sprayed and they smell like that for
like two months I've heard that, Okay, So so it says, now,
big mistake. My mom gets my dad to address the
unfolding situation. My dad agrees, but needs a drink first.
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Cue the twelve pack of Bud Light beer chased with
some crisp white wine because culture what he drank while
blasting Andrea.
Speaker 1 (06:26):
But jelly, what the I love him?
Speaker 2 (06:30):
This is a real slice of nineties life. He had
a big Italian opera phase in the nineties. This Florida.
Man's idea easy. He would use an old roll of
carpet that we had in the garage in lieu of
a humane trap, which we didn't have. My mom wasn't impressed,
but we still went along with it. So essentially, the
Dad's like, I'll take care of it, but I have
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to be drunk first.
Speaker 1 (06:51):
Yeah, there can't you need that liquid.
Speaker 2 (06:53):
Courage please, so it says Italian opera music is blasting
from the speakers as his plan unfold. To get the
skunk into the carpet roll, he smears peanut butter all
up in there. The skunk totally went for it, savoring
its surprise peanut butter meal. My now very drunk dad
tells my mom to help him carry the carpet roll outside.
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The worst fucking idea, oh my god. To carry the
carpet roll outside, with each one holding an end. Together,
they walk this giant carpet roll over to the woods.
My dad then tells my mom to let go of
her side, and my dad proceeds and this is on
all caps, to tilt the carpet roll up while spinning
around as fast as he could. The skunk went flying
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out the other end of the part of the carpet
roll like that circus act where the guy launches himself
out of a cannon.
Speaker 1 (07:45):
I'm impressed.
Speaker 2 (07:46):
Yeah, my dad, now dizzy, in addition to being very drunk,
proceeds to drop the carpet roll.
Speaker 1 (07:51):
And book it in a feverish zigs yes, zigzag like
he's getting shot.
Speaker 2 (07:56):
At a serpentine shell, and a fevers zigzag away from
the scene while yelling for my mom to run. And
then it just says, no one got sprayed. I mean,
it's a fucking miracle.
Speaker 1 (08:07):
That's impressive.
Speaker 2 (08:08):
My siblings and I managed to witness all of this
through the window while Time to Say Goodbye by Andrea
Bachelli was blasting from the speaker.
Speaker 1 (08:17):
It's like a movie. It's so good because parents are
just people. Yeah, there's people trying to get them, and
they usually just drunk people trying to drunk people. Was
a little drunk too, except I hope that shrinking moms drinking.
Speaker 2 (08:30):
I would hope if you're rightly worried about this innocent skunk,
allow me to ease your concerns. The skunk was okay
and back in our garage. By later that night, they're like,
where's that peanut butter. The next day, my frustrated mom
called an animal control company who correctly trapped in humanly
relocated it much further out into the Everglades, because skunks
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can find their way back home within roughly a five
mile radius of wherever they are. Amazing, that's kind of nuts.
The good old boy who came to trap the skunk
cried laughing when my mom told him about my dad's attempt.
Thanks for all you do, Georgie and Karen. Thanks to
everyone in MFM. Exactly right and Steven's mustache you legend.
I've been listening since your first year, and I am
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so thankful to do life alongside such incredible people.
Speaker 1 (09:17):
Oh my god, Wow.
Speaker 2 (09:20):
Stay sexy and don't trust your alcoholic dad with skunk
removal of any kind.
Speaker 1 (09:23):
Jocelyn she her, hum On, that's gotta be an MFM animated.
Speaker 2 (09:29):
That's pretty epic.
Speaker 1 (09:30):
Yeah, okay. My next one's called My Near Death Experience
Summer Break Edition.
Speaker 2 (09:39):
Great.
Speaker 1 (09:41):
Hi, Karen and Georgia. As the title suggests, I'm writing
in about the time I came within a few inches
of death. I'm a native Floridian who grew up in
Daytona Beach, in high school, I would work summers on
a pool deck at a twenty five story hotel on
the beach. Here I had a stand where I would
do henna tattoos, hair wraps, and hair braiding. It was
such an amazing gig all cash. I got a killer tan,
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and I would wear my bathing suit under my clothes,
so when I got scorching hot in midday, I could
just take a quick dip in the pool. I always
went down to the boardwalk at night after I got
off to get myself a little treat from the ice
cream shop before heading home. Those were the days. Rewind
to June twenty twelve. The hotel is packed with summer vacationers.
Business is booming. I typically set up my stand on
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the far side of the pool deck, further away from
the hotel, but this day the UV index was very high,
so I set up shop closer to the building to
hide in its shade. I was braiding a little girl's hair,
constantly moving around her as she sat on a stool.
I had just taken one step away to get more
supplies from my cart when I heard what I only
could have imagined was an explosion right next to me. Immediately,
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I felt tiny stabs of pain all over my legs
and arms. I seriously thought a bomb went off. People
ran over to help. The little girl was crying. I
had blood dripping from spots on my legs, but no
one could really tell what happened. Security quickly made their
way over and started looking at the ground around us,
noticing large and small chunks of rock. They seemed to
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recognize this scene as they both went from looking at
the rocks on the ground to looking up at the
balconies above our head.
Speaker 2 (11:18):
Oh.
Speaker 1 (11:20):
Security continued their investigation while I closed up my cart
for the day. Happy to be alive, I was picking
small rocks out of my calves when they finally returned
an hour or so later with what had happened. They
went room to room, floor by floor, directly up from
where my stand was, looking for people that were in
those rooms. This turned out to be pretty easy since
it was midday in the summer, so most people were
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out on the beach or on the pool deck except
for one room. An older grandma tasked with watching her
grandson while the parents enjoyed a lunch. To themselves, you're
making a fucking o face and you are correct.
Speaker 2 (11:53):
I'm so worried.
Speaker 1 (11:55):
After some questioning, security learned that grandma might not have
had a very close eye on the boyd while he
was playing on the balcony, and the all caps great
fruit sized rock was now missing. This is a twenty
five floor hotel.
Speaker 2 (12:09):
That he basically threw a boulder off the root.
Speaker 1 (12:11):
Totally holy, onto the deck the pool deck below full
of people vacationing. That's right, this kid yeaded his enormous
pet rock over the balcony of the twenty third floor,
directly above my stand. Based off the markings from where
it hit the ground. If I hadn't stepped away right
when I did to get something from my cart, it
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would have hit me, certainly leading to my demise.
Speaker 2 (12:35):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (12:36):
That's for twelve years, I'm an international airline pilot, using
your voices to keep me company during my commutes and
during my nap breaks while crossing the Atlantic.
Speaker 2 (12:45):
Okayn, you go from a henna tattoo artist to a pilot.
Speaker 1 (12:49):
I'm so proud of you.
Speaker 2 (12:50):
Yes, great job.
Speaker 1 (12:51):
Stay sexy, and don't let your grandson play with citrus
sized rocks on a balcony unsupervised, or it just might
end in attempted murder.
Speaker 2 (12:59):
Cora, she her Cora Joe. First of all, you were
meant to be an international pilot, because good lord, Yeah,
that's so scared. It's crazy.
Speaker 1 (13:10):
It's some final destination shit right there.
Speaker 2 (13:12):
Yeah, so scared to fly on those flights. It's so crazy.
Speaker 1 (13:19):
Okay.
Speaker 2 (13:19):
The subject line of this email is shitbag triplet sister story. Okay,
and then it starts, Hello, fellow shit bags, I'm a triplet.
That's gonna be my new icebreaker at parties.
Speaker 1 (13:31):
Hello, fellow ship bags.
Speaker 2 (13:32):
I'm a triplet. Yes, three girls, one womb, endless chaos.
We fought so much growing up that my mom practically
begged the school to separate us into different classrooms, like
we were volatile lab chemicals. Oh my god, and then
it says, spoiler, we were. But this story isn't about school.
It's about one fateful day when, in a miraculous turn
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of events, we decided to get along. That's when everything
goes wrong.
Speaker 1 (13:57):
That's a red flag watch out.
Speaker 2 (14:01):
If you're always fighting with someone and suddenly everything's going great.
Speaker 1 (14:03):
It's quiet and everyone's smiling. Nope, you're in for it.
Speaker 2 (14:07):
Our activity of choice playing jail, because obviously because obviously
nothing says bonding like simulated incarceration. As the youngest, I
was naturally assigned the role of prisoner. Yeah, the youngest
of triple. It doesn't even matter.
Speaker 1 (14:22):
Like you can be two minutes younger and you're the
youngest and treated that.
Speaker 2 (14:25):
Way, we need packing orders. Yeah, as human beings, what
followed was less game and more like a low budget
psychological thriller. My lovely sisters duck taped me to a chair,
shoved a sock into my mouth, taped over that for
good measure.
Speaker 1 (14:41):
Fuck tipped me.
Speaker 2 (14:42):
Over and locked the door behind them.
Speaker 1 (14:46):
Wow, this sinister?
Speaker 2 (14:49):
What kind of content were these children watching to know
how to do that? From inside? So yeah, no escaping,
no screaming, no rescue mission incoming. I lay there for
a solid thirty minutes, face to floor, marinating in betrayal
and foot carpet. Eventually, they picked the lock with a
paper clip and graciously released me, laughing like villains straight
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out of a Disney movie. Anyway, stay sexy and try
not to get psychologically booby trapped by your own bloodline.
Thanks Alex.
Speaker 1 (15:19):
She her my brother strategically tied some knots around our
door handles that ended up locking my sister and I
in our room like there were no locks. But he
was so smart that he just like figured this thing
out and then said, you have to drink this if
you want to get out, and squeezed it but looked
like an innocent cup of orange juice. But hey, look
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that's a raw egg bobbing in it. You have to
drink it if you want to come out. I know
how she feels. Ash sure, ash, sure, well, because here
in my favorite murder, it's hot dog Summer. Yeah, I'm
gonna do a hot dog story. Great, and it's just
I don't know, it's just the time and a place,
and I kind of love it. Starts, My ladies, an
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oh to the great American hot dog and a new
invention by my friend Jamie. This is a story about this.
It was long ago, in the summer of two thousand
and nine. I was rapidly aging in San Francisco, clinging
onto the last gasp of my twenties before I had
to grow up and not be a slimy bartender anymore
who did cocaine and underberg shots for dinner every night.
Speaker 2 (16:22):
Yeah, he had to do something.
Speaker 1 (16:23):
Yeah, I had a gorgeous, asymmetrical haircut and a fixed
gear bike. I probably would have dated do for sure.
Speaker 2 (16:29):
In San Francisco, especially in that time. It's a little
after my time a little bit, but man, that was
the look and feel.
Speaker 1 (16:36):
It was fixed gear bikes.
Speaker 2 (16:37):
Oh my god, that's seat up real highs, like somebody
that's tall. We were just like, that's scary.
Speaker 1 (16:42):
The bar you go went to, I bet it's Zeitgeist.
There's this bar called Zeitgeist in San Francisco that is
just for bike messengers.
Speaker 2 (16:48):
I think it's still there.
Speaker 1 (16:49):
It's definitely still we go there. I fucking love it, Okay.
I wore skinny jeans and looks so fucking cool with
my little useless bandana around my neck that I got
to sleep with a new person every other night on
my floor mattress. It was the best. But I am
glad it's over now, are you. Sometime during this era,
my bartender friends and I set up a barbecue out
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back by the dumpsters behind the bar we worked at.
I don't know where we forged it from, but it
was a little black Weber and we used to get
those huge packs of shitty hot dogs and buns from
the grocery outlet and keep them in the fridge and
just make hot dogs for ourselves all the time during
after and before our shifts. We used to give them
to bar customers who we quote liked, who were regulars,
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like it was some cool ass club or something like,
we'll let you in on this dumpster hot dog club.
You're welcome.
Speaker 2 (17:36):
This sounds fucking familiar to me. It it does, But
maybe it's just that kind of thing of like bartenders
who are like, you're a regular, and you're in our group,
so you get this weird thing that you're drunk, so
you're excited to get.
Speaker 1 (17:48):
The drawing room had like a crock pot full of
hot dogs with hot dogs hot dog water.
Speaker 2 (17:52):
Didn't it did too?
Speaker 1 (17:53):
I think it did. I hate them. Okay. One time
early on we made a batch of dogs at the
end of our shift and we were all getting ready
to go. Some of us party elsewhere or to our
dealer's house with our tips from a night's earnings. Dirt bags.
I love a dirt bag. And my buddy Janey, picks
up a dog, eats it in two bites, then takes
another hot dog and shoves it into the front pocket
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of his jeans bear no wrapping and just looks at
us and says pocket Dog for later. Then he swings
his skinny legs onto his bike, finishing the last gulp
of Pat's blue ribbon, and just rides away on his bike.
Speaker 2 (18:31):
And two thousand and nine, Karen Kilgara faints stead away
and cries to herself as she walks home. Oh my god,
I loved I love Pocket Dog guys so much.
Speaker 1 (18:40):
I love him. He's an inventor, he invents things. He's
so clever. Clever you don't understand.
Speaker 2 (18:48):
You have to go watch his bandit slims.
Speaker 1 (18:52):
I asked him the next day if he ever ate
the Pocket Dog, and he said, hell yeah, it was great.
The end, No fucking way, I am signing my name.
I'm an adult now.
Speaker 2 (19:03):
Oh my god. Yeah, that was such an epic sketch
of being twenty in San Francisco.
Speaker 1 (19:09):
Late dots twenty San Francisco.
Speaker 2 (19:11):
I just can't get over how we truly were living
off the fout of the land and we had no idea. Yeah,
we had it so good. I did all right. The
subject line of my last email is guinea pig sinkhole.
Speaker 1 (19:21):
Great Hey.
Speaker 2 (19:23):
A formerly repressed memory leaped to the forefront of my
brain and it made me think, maybe this is an
MFM story. I gotta say, the people that write an
emails to this podcast are really good writers. They are
like that fucking story that that person just told us.
Speaker 1 (19:39):
I lived it. I could see it. I could smell
the hot dogs, the pocket dog, and the fucking dumpster
and the beer. I could smell it all.
Speaker 2 (19:46):
I could smell the hipsterism and the elitism, and the
unwashed masses and the emotional withholding. Okay, okay, so this
story has everything. A pet, guinea pig, a sinkhole, and
general mortification. My brother and I were in elementary school.
Our family got suckered into taking home the school's guinea
pigs during summer break, and then the science teacher refused
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them back at the beginning of the next school.
Speaker 1 (20:10):
You know that's illegal.
Speaker 2 (20:11):
So Thelma and Louise officially became part of our family.
They had a little car children's.
Speaker 1 (20:19):
Pets named Thelma and.
Speaker 2 (20:21):
Okay, their dad built a tiny cliff into that hamster cage.
As an eight year old, I thought this was hitting
the jackpot. And then in parentheses, it says, when I
called my mom to confirm the story. She distinctly remembers
not sharing our enthusiasm. They were already old by guinea
pig standards when they came to us, and about a
year after the school refused them, Thelma passed away at
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the vet. Louise had already been struggling herself, and I think,
in true writer die fashion, once it was clear that
Thelma wasn't coming back, Louise passed away too. No, it's
not so funny.
Speaker 1 (20:55):
I know, I'm laughing. I don't know.
Speaker 2 (20:57):
My brother and I hadn't been able to say goodbye
to Thelma, so we wanted to give Louise a proper sendoff.
We wrapped her in an old hand towel and put
her in our finest shoe box. However, we were city
kids who only knew concrete sidewalks and brick patios, so
my mom gave us permission to bury Louise in one
of the garden plots at her office building that had
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a little recreational patio area. Oh no, we visited over
the weekend so we could have our private guinea pig
funeral service and buried her under a small tree among
the ivy. Fast forward, a couple of weeks later and
my mom shows up to work where there is quite
a commotion in the back patio as sinkhole had opened
up and taken the small tree and others surrounding flora
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down with it. What there was feared that the entire
patio itself was now unstable, and undoubtedly the office smokers
were extremely put out. While the building superintendent in city
officials closed the patio and excavated the sinkhole, my mom
was sweating bullets waiting for someone to find that makeshift
rodent coffin.
Speaker 1 (21:59):
They created this right like they disturbed the ground.
Speaker 2 (22:04):
They never found the coffin. Did Louise truly deep dive
into the depths? We will never know? And my mom
swore my brother and I to secrecy about Louise's final
resting place. It's now a few decades later and my
mom is mostly over it, but I can only imagine
the dread that incident caused her, Like how how would
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that be the reason? But still it's the.
Speaker 1 (22:28):
Only reason, the only reason, the only reason. How to
be the reason? How do they not find it? That's
fucking Louise forever. I love it.
Speaker 2 (22:34):
But if Louise was the cause maybe she dropped first.
If there was some cavern, definitely, as I have learned
through sinkhole study.
Speaker 1 (22:42):
She went to live her best life at the bottom
of a sinkle.
Speaker 2 (22:45):
There's like those caves, like a huge o cave thing.
There is a there's aggressive nat nat in this. Okay, yeah,
it's coming at us, and then it just the sign
off here is called before you dig folks eight one
one cheers Courtney.
Speaker 1 (23:01):
I also the fact that the mom came home and told,
like the children you know what I mean, Like they
actually didn't need to know that, and they would have
never known yep.
Speaker 2 (23:09):
But but she's like, well, guess what, Yeah, that's what
you did. Guess what your goddamn school did to us
by making us take these pets.
Speaker 1 (23:17):
Tell us your traumatizing stories from childhood. Please at my
favorite murder at Gmail.
Speaker 2 (23:23):
Don't forget it's hot dog summer. That's right, Live your
best hot dog life, pocket dog style, stay sexy.
Speaker 1 (23:28):
And don't get murdered. Goodbye, Elvis, Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 2 (23:40):
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Speaker 1 (23:42):
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Speaker 2 (23:45):
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Speaker 1 (23:47):
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Speaker 2 (23:49):
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mm hm
Hello and welcome my favorite murder the Miniso where we
read you your story Zach to You Summer edition. Yeah,
these are just some stories that have summer themes. Yeah,
kind of lightly loosely. My first one's called Fourth of
July Murders. It just starts out a bummer. It ends
on a like a hopeful note. So okay, here we go. Okay,
(00:38):
Dear Georgia and Karen. The fourth of July fireworks in
my hometown have conquered New Hampshire. Attract a large crowd
on July fourth, two thousand and three, and it's ten
thousand spectators. Manuel Garring abducted his two children, Philip eleven
years old and Sarah, fourteen years old. Witnesses recall an
argument between the dad and daughter, and it was the
last place the two kids were seen alive. Gearing and
(01:01):
his ex wife Terry, were in the middle of a
custody battle. The children were staying with Manuel the weekend
of the fireworks, and mother Terry returned home on July
sixth to find her children had gone missing. Manuel Gearing
took his two children the night of the fireworks, headed
west by car, killed them along the way, buried their bodies,
and then continued west until he was located and arrested
(01:21):
in Gilroy, California, on July tenth. He was returned to Concord,
New Hampshire, where he'd be arraigned for interfering with a
custody battle and later two counts of first degree murder.
Gary ultimately confessed to the murder, but couldn't remember exactly
where he buried the children. On February nineteenth, two thousand
and four, Garring killed himself in his jail cell awaiting
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his trial, after revealing what he could remember about the
children's burial site. Information included a rough drawing and other
descriptive clues like a chain link fence six foot tall grass.
With this vague information, repeated searches for the bodies were
conducted along a seven hundred miles to stretch of I
eighty from Pennsylvania to Nebraska, but the FBI weren't unable
(02:05):
to locate the bodies. Terry launched her own search efforts,
which included enlisting the public's health to locate her children.
She drove around the Midwest holding press conferences to keep
the search for her missing children alive.
Speaker 2 (02:18):
What a horrifying thing to happen to her mother.
Speaker 1 (02:21):
Heartbreaking. The search caught the attention of an Ohio woman
named Stephanie Dietrich, who felt like the details about the
burial site could be around her town in rural Ohio.
According to an interview conducted by North Carolina Public Radio,
Stephanie worked part time at a grocery store and spent
her days off for months looking for the bodies during
(02:42):
walks with her dog, Rico. Her efforts paid off because
in December of two thousand and five, two and a
half years after the kids had gone missing, she located
the remains of the Gearing children.
Speaker 2 (02:54):
Holy wow, I know.
Speaker 1 (02:57):
To this day, the Fourth of July fireworks have a
daunting memory for those who grew up in the town
at the time of the Gharring murders. While we went
to different elementary schools, I was the same age as
Philip and my brother was in the same grade as Sarah.
They would have been twenty nine and thirty two years
old if they were still alive. I oddly think of
them often, despite not knowing them personally. I feel like
(03:17):
Stephanie Dietrich would have definitely been a murder reno. After
reading about her and her helping locate the gearing kids.
If it gets featured on an MFM podcast and if
you're listening, Stephanie, you are a true hero. Yep, you
are stay sexy. And then it's signed a Granite State
MFM fan and I guess that's what New Hampshire is called,
the Granite State.
Speaker 2 (03:35):
Oh wow.
Speaker 1 (03:36):
And then it's a I'd prefer to be anonymous. If
this gets featured yep, heavy yeah, sorry heavy hit her.
Speaker 2 (03:44):
But also what a beautiful thing that sorry her name
is Stephanie though, donated her time and basically was like
I'm going to take this up and try to figure
this out and.
Speaker 1 (03:54):
Then having this like sixth sense that you're going to
be able to find it and actually finding it, like
what an incredible gift. Give yeah to the mother. Yeah.
Speaker 2 (04:02):
I think people are learning that more and more. Is like,
you don't have to know people to care about people
you don't. They don't have to be your best friends
or your family totally. All right, let's take a little
left turn because this one is actually ridiculous.
Speaker 1 (04:17):
Okay, I need ridiculous right now. Yeah.
Speaker 2 (04:18):
The subject line is Trash Dad and the Skunk. That's
my favorite show. From the eighties, and then it just starts.
Here's the beginning pleasantries in this economy. It this was
right in the scene. It's nineteen ninety six in southwest Florida.
I'm six years old and about to experience a core memory.
Our little house was surrounded by swampy woods and tons
(04:40):
of wildlife, pretty much everything from tortoises, bores, alligators to
fucking feral cats. Oh sorry, they wrote it to feral
fucking cats. One Saturday morning, a skunk the size of
a robust Pekinese decided.
Speaker 1 (04:56):
God dear, I love this person.
Speaker 2 (04:58):
I love them, decided to move into our garage. My
mom went out to do laundry and saw the skunk
and totally freaked out and made my siblings and I
stay inside the house to avoid setting it off. That's
not freaking it out. If you've ever been near a
skunk when it goes off, it is one of the
most disturbing and long lasting experiences.
Speaker 1 (05:16):
Really. Yes, the spraying part, I've never I'm the suburban
girl very bad.
Speaker 2 (05:22):
The initial spray smells like chemicals, so you're like, whoa,
what's that chemical? And then the second wave of it
is the skunk smell A really.
Speaker 1 (05:29):
Stupid question, okay, because I've only seen this happen in cartoons. Yeah,
is there a visual of the spray?
Speaker 2 (05:36):
I believe, So I can't say for sure because I've
only been We had it where a skunk sprayed outside
of an open window when I live off michel Terina
in silver Lay, and that's so we experienced it purely
smell okay style. Okay, but I think I've seen it
where ye.
Speaker 1 (05:53):
Cat sprays similarly, it's.
Speaker 2 (05:55):
Like pee, Yeah, their tail goes up and then stuff
shoot out. Okay, So I'm just saying the mom didn't
over because also, like we've had dogs and pets and
stuff that get sprayed and they smell like that for
like two months I've heard that, Okay, So so it says, now,
big mistake. My mom gets my dad to address the
unfolding situation. My dad agrees, but needs a drink first.
(06:18):
Cue the twelve pack of Bud Light beer chased with
some crisp white wine because culture what he drank while
blasting Andrea.
Speaker 1 (06:26):
But jelly, what the I love him?
Speaker 2 (06:30):
This is a real slice of nineties life. He had
a big Italian opera phase in the nineties. This Florida.
Man's idea easy. He would use an old roll of
carpet that we had in the garage in lieu of
a humane trap, which we didn't have. My mom wasn't impressed,
but we still went along with it. So essentially, the
Dad's like, I'll take care of it, but I have
(06:50):
to be drunk first.
Speaker 1 (06:51):
Yeah, there can't you need that liquid.
Speaker 2 (06:53):
Courage please, so it says Italian opera music is blasting
from the speakers as his plan unfold. To get the
skunk into the carpet roll, he smears peanut butter all
up in there. The skunk totally went for it, savoring
its surprise peanut butter meal. My now very drunk dad
tells my mom to help him carry the carpet roll outside.
(07:15):
The worst fucking idea, oh my god. To carry the
carpet roll outside, with each one holding an end. Together,
they walk this giant carpet roll over to the woods.
My dad then tells my mom to let go of
her side, and my dad proceeds and this is on
all caps, to tilt the carpet roll up while spinning
around as fast as he could. The skunk went flying
(07:39):
out the other end of the part of the carpet
roll like that circus act where the guy launches himself
out of a cannon.
Speaker 1 (07:45):
I'm impressed.
Speaker 2 (07:46):
Yeah, my dad, now dizzy, in addition to being very drunk,
proceeds to drop the carpet roll.
Speaker 1 (07:51):
And book it in a feverish zigs yes, zigzag like
he's getting shot.
Speaker 2 (07:56):
At a serpentine shell, and a fevers zigzag away from
the scene while yelling for my mom to run. And
then it just says, no one got sprayed. I mean,
it's a fucking miracle.
Speaker 1 (08:07):
That's impressive.
Speaker 2 (08:08):
My siblings and I managed to witness all of this
through the window while Time to Say Goodbye by Andrea
Bachelli was blasting from the speaker.
Speaker 1 (08:17):
It's like a movie. It's so good because parents are
just people. Yeah, there's people trying to get them, and
they usually just drunk people trying to drunk people. Was
a little drunk too, except I hope that shrinking moms drinking.
Speaker 2 (08:30):
I would hope if you're rightly worried about this innocent skunk,
allow me to ease your concerns. The skunk was okay
and back in our garage. By later that night, they're like,
where's that peanut butter. The next day, my frustrated mom
called an animal control company who correctly trapped in humanly
relocated it much further out into the Everglades, because skunks
(08:51):
can find their way back home within roughly a five
mile radius of wherever they are. Amazing, that's kind of nuts.
The good old boy who came to trap the skunk
cried laughing when my mom told him about my dad's attempt.
Thanks for all you do, Georgie and Karen. Thanks to
everyone in MFM. Exactly right and Steven's mustache you legend.
I've been listening since your first year, and I am
(09:13):
so thankful to do life alongside such incredible people.
Speaker 1 (09:17):
Oh my god, Wow.
Speaker 2 (09:20):
Stay sexy and don't trust your alcoholic dad with skunk
removal of any kind.
Speaker 1 (09:23):
Jocelyn she her, hum On, that's gotta be an MFM animated.
Speaker 2 (09:29):
That's pretty epic.
Speaker 1 (09:30):
Yeah, okay. My next one's called My Near Death Experience
Summer Break Edition.
Speaker 2 (09:39):
Great.
Speaker 1 (09:41):
Hi, Karen and Georgia. As the title suggests, I'm writing
in about the time I came within a few inches
of death. I'm a native Floridian who grew up in
Daytona Beach, in high school, I would work summers on
a pool deck at a twenty five story hotel on
the beach. Here I had a stand where I would
do henna tattoos, hair wraps, and hair braiding. It was
such an amazing gig all cash. I got a killer tan,
(10:03):
and I would wear my bathing suit under my clothes,
so when I got scorching hot in midday, I could
just take a quick dip in the pool. I always
went down to the boardwalk at night after I got
off to get myself a little treat from the ice
cream shop before heading home. Those were the days. Rewind
to June twenty twelve. The hotel is packed with summer vacationers.
Business is booming. I typically set up my stand on
(10:25):
the far side of the pool deck, further away from
the hotel, but this day the UV index was very high,
so I set up shop closer to the building to
hide in its shade. I was braiding a little girl's hair,
constantly moving around her as she sat on a stool.
I had just taken one step away to get more
supplies from my cart when I heard what I only
could have imagined was an explosion right next to me. Immediately,
(10:49):
I felt tiny stabs of pain all over my legs
and arms. I seriously thought a bomb went off. People
ran over to help. The little girl was crying. I
had blood dripping from spots on my legs, but no
one could really tell what happened. Security quickly made their
way over and started looking at the ground around us,
noticing large and small chunks of rock. They seemed to
(11:11):
recognize this scene as they both went from looking at
the rocks on the ground to looking up at the
balconies above our head.
Speaker 2 (11:18):
Oh.
Speaker 1 (11:20):
Security continued their investigation while I closed up my cart
for the day. Happy to be alive, I was picking
small rocks out of my calves when they finally returned
an hour or so later with what had happened. They
went room to room, floor by floor, directly up from
where my stand was, looking for people that were in
those rooms. This turned out to be pretty easy since
it was midday in the summer, so most people were
(11:41):
out on the beach or on the pool deck except
for one room. An older grandma tasked with watching her
grandson while the parents enjoyed a lunch. To themselves, you're
making a fucking o face and you are correct.
Speaker 2 (11:53):
I'm so worried.
Speaker 1 (11:55):
After some questioning, security learned that grandma might not have
had a very close eye on the boyd while he
was playing on the balcony, and the all caps great
fruit sized rock was now missing. This is a twenty
five floor hotel.
Speaker 2 (12:09):
That he basically threw a boulder off the root.
Speaker 1 (12:11):
Totally holy, onto the deck the pool deck below full
of people vacationing. That's right, this kid yeaded his enormous
pet rock over the balcony of the twenty third floor,
directly above my stand. Based off the markings from where
it hit the ground. If I hadn't stepped away right
when I did to get something from my cart, it
(12:32):
would have hit me, certainly leading to my demise.
Speaker 2 (12:35):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (12:36):
That's for twelve years, I'm an international airline pilot, using
your voices to keep me company during my commutes and
during my nap breaks while crossing the Atlantic.
Speaker 2 (12:45):
Okayn, you go from a henna tattoo artist to a pilot.
Speaker 1 (12:49):
I'm so proud of you.
Speaker 2 (12:50):
Yes, great job.
Speaker 1 (12:51):
Stay sexy, and don't let your grandson play with citrus
sized rocks on a balcony unsupervised, or it just might
end in attempted murder.
Speaker 2 (12:59):
Cora, she her Cora Joe. First of all, you were
meant to be an international pilot, because good lord, Yeah,
that's so scared. It's crazy.
Speaker 1 (13:10):
It's some final destination shit right there.
Speaker 2 (13:12):
Yeah, so scared to fly on those flights. It's so crazy.
Speaker 1 (13:19):
Okay.
Speaker 2 (13:19):
The subject line of this email is shitbag triplet sister story. Okay,
and then it starts, Hello, fellow shit bags, I'm a triplet.
That's gonna be my new icebreaker at parties.
Speaker 1 (13:31):
Hello, fellow ship bags.
Speaker 2 (13:32):
I'm a triplet. Yes, three girls, one womb, endless chaos.
We fought so much growing up that my mom practically
begged the school to separate us into different classrooms, like
we were volatile lab chemicals. Oh my god, and then
it says, spoiler, we were. But this story isn't about school.
It's about one fateful day when, in a miraculous turn
(13:53):
of events, we decided to get along. That's when everything
goes wrong.
Speaker 1 (13:57):
That's a red flag watch out.
Speaker 2 (14:01):
If you're always fighting with someone and suddenly everything's going great.
Speaker 1 (14:03):
It's quiet and everyone's smiling. Nope, you're in for it.
Speaker 2 (14:07):
Our activity of choice playing jail, because obviously because obviously
nothing says bonding like simulated incarceration. As the youngest, I
was naturally assigned the role of prisoner. Yeah, the youngest
of triple. It doesn't even matter.
Speaker 1 (14:22):
Like you can be two minutes younger and you're the
youngest and treated that.
Speaker 2 (14:25):
Way, we need packing orders. Yeah, as human beings, what
followed was less game and more like a low budget
psychological thriller. My lovely sisters duck taped me to a chair,
shoved a sock into my mouth, taped over that for
good measure.
Speaker 1 (14:41):
Fuck tipped me.
Speaker 2 (14:42):
Over and locked the door behind them.
Speaker 1 (14:46):
Wow, this sinister?
Speaker 2 (14:49):
What kind of content were these children watching to know
how to do that? From inside? So yeah, no escaping,
no screaming, no rescue mission incoming. I lay there for
a solid thirty minutes, face to floor, marinating in betrayal
and foot carpet. Eventually, they picked the lock with a
paper clip and graciously released me, laughing like villains straight
(15:11):
out of a Disney movie. Anyway, stay sexy and try
not to get psychologically booby trapped by your own bloodline.
Thanks Alex.
Speaker 1 (15:19):
She her my brother strategically tied some knots around our
door handles that ended up locking my sister and I
in our room like there were no locks. But he
was so smart that he just like figured this thing
out and then said, you have to drink this if
you want to get out, and squeezed it but looked
like an innocent cup of orange juice. But hey, look
(15:39):
that's a raw egg bobbing in it. You have to
drink it if you want to come out. I know
how she feels. Ash sure, ash, sure, well, because here
in my favorite murder, it's hot dog Summer. Yeah, I'm
gonna do a hot dog story. Great, and it's just
I don't know, it's just the time and a place,
and I kind of love it. Starts, My ladies, an
(16:02):
oh to the great American hot dog and a new
invention by my friend Jamie. This is a story about this.
It was long ago, in the summer of two thousand
and nine. I was rapidly aging in San Francisco, clinging
onto the last gasp of my twenties before I had
to grow up and not be a slimy bartender anymore
who did cocaine and underberg shots for dinner every night.
Speaker 2 (16:22):
Yeah, he had to do something.
Speaker 1 (16:23):
Yeah, I had a gorgeous, asymmetrical haircut and a fixed
gear bike. I probably would have dated do for sure.
Speaker 2 (16:29):
In San Francisco, especially in that time. It's a little
after my time a little bit, but man, that was
the look and feel.
Speaker 1 (16:36):
It was fixed gear bikes.
Speaker 2 (16:37):
Oh my god, that's seat up real highs, like somebody
that's tall. We were just like, that's scary.
Speaker 1 (16:42):
The bar you go went to, I bet it's Zeitgeist.
There's this bar called Zeitgeist in San Francisco that is
just for bike messengers.
Speaker 2 (16:48):
I think it's still there.
Speaker 1 (16:49):
It's definitely still we go there. I fucking love it, Okay.
I wore skinny jeans and looks so fucking cool with
my little useless bandana around my neck that I got
to sleep with a new person every other night on
my floor mattress. It was the best. But I am
glad it's over now, are you. Sometime during this era,
my bartender friends and I set up a barbecue out
(17:09):
back by the dumpsters behind the bar we worked at.
I don't know where we forged it from, but it
was a little black Weber and we used to get
those huge packs of shitty hot dogs and buns from
the grocery outlet and keep them in the fridge and
just make hot dogs for ourselves all the time during
after and before our shifts. We used to give them
to bar customers who we quote liked, who were regulars,
(17:30):
like it was some cool ass club or something like,
we'll let you in on this dumpster hot dog club.
You're welcome.
Speaker 2 (17:36):
This sounds fucking familiar to me. It it does, But
maybe it's just that kind of thing of like bartenders
who are like, you're a regular, and you're in our group,
so you get this weird thing that you're drunk, so
you're excited to get.
Speaker 1 (17:48):
The drawing room had like a crock pot full of
hot dogs with hot dogs hot dog water.
Speaker 2 (17:52):
Didn't it did too?
Speaker 1 (17:53):
I think it did. I hate them. Okay. One time
early on we made a batch of dogs at the
end of our shift and we were all getting ready
to go. Some of us party elsewhere or to our
dealer's house with our tips from a night's earnings. Dirt bags.
I love a dirt bag. And my buddy Janey, picks
up a dog, eats it in two bites, then takes
another hot dog and shoves it into the front pocket
(18:17):
of his jeans bear no wrapping and just looks at
us and says pocket Dog for later. Then he swings
his skinny legs onto his bike, finishing the last gulp
of Pat's blue ribbon, and just rides away on his bike.
Speaker 2 (18:31):
And two thousand and nine, Karen Kilgara faints stead away
and cries to herself as she walks home. Oh my god,
I loved I love Pocket Dog guys so much.
Speaker 1 (18:40):
I love him. He's an inventor, he invents things. He's
so clever. Clever you don't understand.
Speaker 2 (18:48):
You have to go watch his bandit slims.
Speaker 1 (18:52):
I asked him the next day if he ever ate
the Pocket Dog, and he said, hell yeah, it was great.
The end, No fucking way, I am signing my name.
I'm an adult now.
Speaker 2 (19:03):
Oh my god. Yeah, that was such an epic sketch
of being twenty in San Francisco.
Speaker 1 (19:09):
Late dots twenty San Francisco.
Speaker 2 (19:11):
I just can't get over how we truly were living
off the fout of the land and we had no idea. Yeah,
we had it so good. I did all right. The
subject line of my last email is guinea pig sinkhole.
Speaker 1 (19:21):
Great Hey.
Speaker 2 (19:23):
A formerly repressed memory leaped to the forefront of my
brain and it made me think, maybe this is an
MFM story. I gotta say, the people that write an
emails to this podcast are really good writers. They are
like that fucking story that that person just told us.
Speaker 1 (19:39):
I lived it. I could see it. I could smell
the hot dogs, the pocket dog, and the fucking dumpster
and the beer. I could smell it all.
Speaker 2 (19:46):
I could smell the hipsterism and the elitism, and the
unwashed masses and the emotional withholding. Okay, okay, so this
story has everything. A pet, guinea pig, a sinkhole, and
general mortification. My brother and I were in elementary school.
Our family got suckered into taking home the school's guinea
pigs during summer break, and then the science teacher refused
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them back at the beginning of the next school.
Speaker 1 (20:10):
You know that's illegal.
Speaker 2 (20:11):
So Thelma and Louise officially became part of our family.
They had a little car children's.
Speaker 1 (20:19):
Pets named Thelma and.
Speaker 2 (20:21):
Okay, their dad built a tiny cliff into that hamster cage.
As an eight year old, I thought this was hitting
the jackpot. And then in parentheses, it says, when I
called my mom to confirm the story. She distinctly remembers
not sharing our enthusiasm. They were already old by guinea
pig standards when they came to us, and about a
year after the school refused them, Thelma passed away at
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the vet. Louise had already been struggling herself, and I think,
in true writer die fashion, once it was clear that
Thelma wasn't coming back, Louise passed away too. No, it's
not so funny.
Speaker 1 (20:55):
I know, I'm laughing. I don't know.
Speaker 2 (20:57):
My brother and I hadn't been able to say goodbye
to Thelma, so we wanted to give Louise a proper sendoff.
We wrapped her in an old hand towel and put
her in our finest shoe box. However, we were city
kids who only knew concrete sidewalks and brick patios, so
my mom gave us permission to bury Louise in one
of the garden plots at her office building that had
(21:18):
a little recreational patio area. Oh no, we visited over
the weekend so we could have our private guinea pig
funeral service and buried her under a small tree among
the ivy. Fast forward, a couple of weeks later and
my mom shows up to work where there is quite
a commotion in the back patio as sinkhole had opened
up and taken the small tree and others surrounding flora
(21:39):
down with it. What there was feared that the entire
patio itself was now unstable, and undoubtedly the office smokers
were extremely put out. While the building superintendent in city
officials closed the patio and excavated the sinkhole, my mom
was sweating bullets waiting for someone to find that makeshift
rodent coffin.
Speaker 1 (21:59):
They created this right like they disturbed the ground.
Speaker 2 (22:04):
They never found the coffin. Did Louise truly deep dive
into the depths? We will never know? And my mom
swore my brother and I to secrecy about Louise's final
resting place. It's now a few decades later and my
mom is mostly over it, but I can only imagine
the dread that incident caused her, Like how how would
(22:25):
that be the reason? But still it's the.
Speaker 1 (22:28):
Only reason, the only reason, the only reason. How to
be the reason? How do they not find it? That's
fucking Louise forever. I love it.
Speaker 2 (22:34):
But if Louise was the cause maybe she dropped first.
If there was some cavern, definitely, as I have learned
through sinkhole study.
Speaker 1 (22:42):
She went to live her best life at the bottom
of a sinkle.
Speaker 2 (22:45):
There's like those caves, like a huge o cave thing.
There is a there's aggressive nat nat in this. Okay, yeah,
it's coming at us, and then it just the sign
off here is called before you dig folks eight one
one cheers Courtney.
Speaker 1 (23:01):
I also the fact that the mom came home and told,
like the children you know what I mean, Like they
actually didn't need to know that, and they would have
never known yep.
Speaker 2 (23:09):
But but she's like, well, guess what, Yeah, that's what
you did. Guess what your goddamn school did to us
by making us take these pets.
Speaker 1 (23:17):
Tell us your traumatizing stories from childhood. Please at my
favorite murder at Gmail.
Speaker 2 (23:23):
Don't forget it's hot dog summer. That's right, Live your
best hot dog life, pocket dog style, stay sexy.
Speaker 1 (23:28):
And don't get murdered. Goodbye, Elvis, Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 2 (23:40):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 1 (23:42):
Our senior producers are Alle Hundra Keck and Molly Smith.
Speaker 2 (23:45):
Our editor is Aristotle las Veda.
Speaker 1 (23:47):
This episode was mixed by Leonis Kolacci.
Speaker 2 (23:49):
Email your hometowns to My Favorite Murder at gmail dot com.
Speaker 1 (23:52):
And follow the show on Instagram at my Favorite Murder.
Speaker 2 (23:55):
Listen to My Favorite Murder on the iHeartRadio app, Apple
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Speaker 1 (23:59):
Podcasts, and watch us on Exactly writs YouTube page. And
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Karen Kilgariff
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