September 15, 2025 • 23 mins
This week’s hometowns include a vintage murder and an inspiring story about a public pool.
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello, and welcome to my favorite Murder the minisode.
Speaker 2 (00:20):
We read your stories, emails and stories.
Speaker 1 (00:24):
You want to go first, your stories and emails and stories.
Speaker 2 (00:28):
I'm not going to reach you the time. Yeah, well
no I'm not okay. Hi Georgia and Karen, first time writer,
longtime procrastinator.
Speaker 1 (00:35):
Hey.
Speaker 2 (00:36):
At seven years old, I randomly decided to sleep in
my own room one night, rare, locked the door even rarer,
and had a lovely uninterrupted sleep. Meanwhile, my older brother
was followed home from a seven to eleven by a
man who held him at gunpoint, forced his way into
our home, threatened my parents, and demanded money. Holy, we're
(00:58):
about fucking what's it called?
Speaker 1 (01:00):
Home invasion robbery?
Speaker 2 (01:01):
Yes, home invasion robbery one of my biggest fears. Yeah.
While my dad distracted the man downstairs, my mom woke
my sister, who then climbed down a wrought iron fence
and randoin neighbor's house to call the cops. The guy
was arrested, the gun was fake, and I slept through
the entire thing like a damn rock. Oh yeah. The
guy even tried my door but moved on when it
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was locked. Oh my, like sdude. My mom explained it
all the next morning on the way to school like
it was a casual weather update. A decade later, we
got a letter that the guy had been released. Anyway,
stay sexy and sleep like the dead. Thanks for recruiting
such a hilarious, cathartic space to share stories like these.
(01:42):
You two are truly the highlight of my week every week.
God on SSDGM Crystal Marie.
Speaker 1 (01:48):
Crystal Marie, thank you.
Speaker 2 (01:51):
Good job sleeping through a fucking hostage situation.
Speaker 1 (01:54):
So trauma. Yeah, I'll have none of this trauma. You
guys can have it good night. I'll have what she's
having me on ambient basically Okay. The subject line of
this is a vintage murder. It says, hello, beautiful ladies.
Lucille Hartman is my husband's great grandfather's first cousin. Lucille
was a very attractive woman with red hair. She was
reportedly very pampered, spoiled, and had an ill temper that
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was in quotes. Lucille's father owned Hartman Oil Works, where
she later met her husband, William Witt in nineteen thirty.
Lucille's twenty five, her husband fifty five when they married.
The couple had a troubled marriage, Oh you think, and
had been to court three times in a year. William
attempted to divorce her on the grounds of cruelty, but
was denied. After losing the petition for divorce, the couple
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walked out of the courthouse, apparently on friendly terms. A
witness stated that Lucille left her husband saying, well, then,
I'll see you in a week. William began to walk
down the street and Lucille got into her car. She
drove to catch up to William, pulled over and stepped
out of the car. Lucille took a thirty two caliber
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pistol that was concealed in her hat. She fired at
William point blank, once while he was standing and twice
when he fell to the ground. One bullet went through
his heart and the other two bullets threw his head.
Speaker 2 (03:13):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (03:14):
Right. She immediately surrendered her gun to the sheriff and
told him I'm ready to go to jail.
Speaker 2 (03:19):
WHOA.
Speaker 1 (03:19):
She was promptly arrested and they were like, no problem.
There was a highly publicized trial before she was sent
to prison. Lucille refused to talk to anyone and displayed
no regret in the killing of her husband. It came
out in the trial that Lucille had been married before
to a man named Ralph, who she shot and wounded
before their divorced in nineteen twenty five.
Speaker 2 (03:40):
It was going to be like, I bet he was
this and that. Yeah, that's kind of a pattern, now,
that's right.
Speaker 1 (03:44):
In nineteen thirty four, Lucille had had a male visitor
when she was in prison. This visitor somehow changed clothes
with Lucille during the visit. The male wearing her clothes,
remained in the prison while she walked out of the
door to freedom in disguise wearing the man's clothing. She
was never seen or heard from again.
Speaker 2 (04:02):
Stop it.
Speaker 1 (04:03):
It was later learned that the man visiting her was
employed by Hartman Oil Works, which was then being run
by Lucille's brother George. The whereabouts of Lucille Hartman Witt
remain unknown to this day.
Speaker 2 (04:16):
France, bet you anything that is fucking incredible? How we
that should be a full episode story?
Speaker 1 (04:23):
And that woman became Betty White? What if it's some
huge beloved character in American I started listening to your
podcast in twenty sixteen, day one, and since then I've
graduated high school, got my master's degree in social work
and am now working as a licensed mental health therapist
in Arkansas. Wow, thank you, ladies for all you do. Laura.
(04:45):
Oh my god, guess what, Laura, thank you for all
you do.
Speaker 2 (04:49):
You and great job. It's crazy that we can go
like we've been through so many people's existences.
Speaker 1 (04:54):
Yes, I mean like someone got a master's on our dime.
Speaker 2 (04:57):
Yeah, and we're still fucking podcasting.
Speaker 1 (04:59):
And we're still fucking thing college dropouts over and over.
I want to go to Laura's college and get an
honorary degree and be like, this is how easy.
Speaker 2 (05:11):
It can't earn a honor for sure, at least from
my alma mater, Los Angeles City College.
Speaker 1 (05:16):
At least I feel like I'd love to take some
classes there.
Speaker 2 (05:19):
And by alma mater, I mean I didn't graduate right
from there, right, they had great glasses. It was a
great school.
Speaker 1 (05:24):
So that was more of a like a part time
stop by. Hang.
Speaker 2 (05:26):
Yeah, it's like I don't know what to do with
myself and I need to stay on my mom's insurance.
Speaker 1 (05:29):
Yeah, so I guess I'll drive to this parking lot
a couple of days a week, find a kitten. I
did find a kitten, try to convince someone to go
to a bar with me during the day, or the
arcades across the street.
Speaker 2 (05:41):
Okay, stop, we could do this all please. I serious,
this email is cursed or maybe it's just me. Dear
Karen and Georgia. I want to start off by letting
you know that at the moment of writing this email,
I am eating a cosmic brownie and ignoring work I
have to do for my first week back at s
F s U.
Speaker 1 (05:59):
Hey, I say universities that you. I wanted to go there,
and my mom was like, you won't like it. It's
too foggy, just like, are you out of your mind?
Cosmic brownies? Those are the little debbies. I bought a
bunch of those at the beginning of COVID so good
now I can't look at them. I ate boxes and
boxes just so good. They're really great.
Speaker 2 (06:19):
Okay. I also want to know and that I am
the first grandchild, granddaughter, a great granddaughter, niece, nibbing, et cetera.
So overthinking is what I do. So onto my curse.
So this is about her family.
Speaker 1 (06:30):
Okay.
Speaker 2 (06:31):
So she's saying, okay, great every single time I start
a new school elementary, middle high school. Someone in my
family dies.
Speaker 1 (06:41):
Uh oh.
Speaker 2 (06:42):
When I started kindergarten, my mom's stepdad, Andy died from
a heart attack. I remember this even though I was five.
That was because at the funeral, my aunt made me
go up to the coffin and look at him all caps.
I cannot tell you how much I did not want
to do that. Ye, yes, you can, no need for that. Five.
I didn't want to go up because in my five
year old brain, I thought all that would be left
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would be his skeleton.
Speaker 1 (07:05):
Oh Jesus in a little suit.
Speaker 2 (07:08):
That's like a horror movie walking up to the coffin.
Speaker 1 (07:10):
Yeah, She's like, it's a dead body. This is a
Halloween situation. Here's what I can expect.
Speaker 2 (07:15):
God. My first year of middle school, I repressed as
much as I could. From that time, my mom's mom, Darcy, died.
I can't tell you I felt any sadness, mostly because
I was eleven and she was in late stages of dementia.
But I still feel guilty that I felt relief. This
happened when my whole family was at home. My brother
was six at the time. I took him into This
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is going to make me sound so fucking rich the
library and closed the door so he didn't have to
see the EMT's wheel my grandmother out the door on
a gurney.
Speaker 1 (07:46):
Yeah, that was nice. It's a nice sister. That's the
opposite of a trash sibling.
Speaker 2 (07:50):
Totally freshman year, my great grandmother, Aila died. She was
my dad's paternal grandmother. We didn't have a memorial for
her until almost two years later. I started community during
the pandemic. A week before online classes start. I am
in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with my grandma Anita, who has
pancreatic cancer. Just stop going to school. If there's ever
been a sign so rough that you should drop out.
Speaker 1 (08:12):
Yeah, just stop educating yourself.
Speaker 2 (08:14):
The day before she died, I had broken my elbow.
That was a shit week. Fast forward to January seventh
of twenty twenty four. I had just finished moving into
my on campus housing for my first semester at SFSU.
My dad's dad, Ron, had been the hospital for months.
I got the call, just expecting it every time you
like sign up. Yeah, so I am no longer allowed
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to get any more of an education the safety of
the remaining members of my family. Although if I had
my way I would get the MFA I want, not
worth it, not fucking worth it, the MFA oh massive
MFA I want. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (08:51):
Oh for a second I thought she meant, what did
they call when you marry some guy and an mrs degree?
Speaker 2 (08:55):
Yeah?
Speaker 1 (08:56):
I thought she was saying that. I'm like, why would you.
Speaker 2 (08:58):
Okay, sorry, it's so long mcmc mcmc yeahmc mcmc.
Speaker 1 (09:05):
Is that the year they wrote it and they're just
being roman about it. I just want to say this
to you. Don't feel guilty that you are relieved that
your grandma with all summer's died. It's a relief and
it goes on too long.
Speaker 2 (09:17):
That's like, you don't need the guilt on top of
the sadness.
Speaker 1 (09:19):
No, No, it's hard enough and everyone feels relieved. Yeah,
it's it's very normal.
Speaker 2 (09:25):
It's a horrible part of it. Yeah. Yeah, that's nice of.
Speaker 1 (09:27):
You, all right. The subject line of this email is
internationally kidnapped by my grandparents. Oh hi, Karen and Georgia.
I grew up in upstate New York in the nineties,
where my parents' idea of summer camp was dropping my
sister and me off with our grandparents for weeks at
a time. We loved it, and there was often a
rotating crew of cousins with us as my aunts and
uncles took parenting sabbaticals. Yeah, I think you'd have to.
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My grandparents loved taking road trips, and we cousins usually
obliged with minimal complaints, as my grandpa was guaranteed to
stop for ice cream at some point. Yeah, it's all
takes for Most trips led us to unmemorable small towns,
but occasionally we got lucky and our destination was the
most exotic place for any upstate kid Canada. One particular
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trip was especially exciting because we were headed to Niagara Falls.
The trip did not start well. My seven year old cousin, Timmy,
spent the entire two hour drive arguing with my grandparents
that we quote could not drive to another country. You
had to cross an ocean. Shut up, Timmy.
Speaker 2 (10:30):
Seven, you're seven and you're arguing with me.
Speaker 1 (10:32):
Timmy watched the National Geographic Channel one too many times.
My grandparents were not thrilled with his first grade level
understanding of geography, and things became tense.
Speaker 2 (10:42):
But like, okay, I'm going to argue for him. Now
stop arguing with a seven year old Yeah, okay, Timmy, Okay, Timmy,
we'll stay here in America.
Speaker 1 (10:50):
Whatever you need, Timmy.
Speaker 2 (10:53):
Timmy first name, that's really your name? Okay.
Speaker 1 (10:56):
As we approached border control, while Timmy continued screening about
oceans and airplanes. When we pulled up to the border,
a cheerful Canadian border agent looked in the backseat and
asked excited to go to Canada, kids, Timmy screamed back,
They can't drive me into another country, my mom said, so,
these are not my parents. Formerly friendly border agent immediately
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yelled at my grandpa to exit the vehicle, and things
went downhill from there.
Speaker 2 (11:22):
Oh my god. We thought they were getting kidnapped.
Speaker 1 (11:26):
As this was the early nineties, kids were not required
to have passports or birth certificates to cross into Canada
from the US. My grandparents had no proof of who
the three children under seven years old were in the backseat.
The border agents immediately separated us from our grandparents, sat
us in a small detention room, and gave us each
a small box of raisins to snack on.
Speaker 2 (11:47):
Gruss, You're not getting anything out of me with fucking
a box of raisins.
Speaker 1 (11:50):
That's out of there. The Canadians asked us detailed questions
about our trip and who our grandparents were. When asked
if our parents knew where we were, we all dutifully
replied no, it's true. Our answers only confirmed the border
agent's suspicions. My sister, Timmy and I had clearly been kidnapped. Meanwhile,
my grandparents were in another room being interrogated. Luckily, my
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grandpa happened to be a New York State Supreme Court
justice at the time. There you go, We're fine. Yeah,
must be nice, and somehow convinced the border agents to
contact a fellow judge he knew who lived near the border.
This judge showed up a few hours later with a
few American court police officers and US Border patrol agents.
Damn they verified that my grandpa was in fact an
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upstanding citizen and not a kidnapper, although at that point
I'm sure he was considering abandoning us. I don't remember
much else about the trip except for the glitter wand
my grandma bought me at a restop on the driving back.
Speaker 2 (12:47):
That's a good memory.
Speaker 1 (12:49):
So sorry, but that's so real for a kid, where
it's like we all got detained.
Speaker 2 (12:54):
Grandparents almost got arrested, but glitter.
Speaker 1 (12:56):
Later one my grandparents were notoriously cheap. A souvenir was
somehow more astonishing than being detained. Stay sexy and don't
bring the annoying cousin to Canada with you, Laura, little shit.
Speaker 2 (13:08):
I mean I was right from the beginning. Yes, send
us your accidental kidnapping stories. Yes, gret I mean I
mean that in a really positive way that like someone
thought or accidentally did a thing. Yeah, it seemed like kidnapping,
but it wasn't.
Speaker 1 (13:22):
All actors in these stories must be like Timmy's grandparents
of good faith, not lead kidnappers, don't I mean, or
somebody take it well, listen to whatever you want to
tell you.
Speaker 2 (13:35):
Well, my favorite murder at Gmail. Okay, this one is
great public pool stories. You say is the title because
we asked for that, but this one is amazing. It
just starts. Love you both. Thank you for encouraging me
to get the help I needed. Okay, story time, I
know right. My fifteen year old self had the best
dog ever named Dylan. He was famous in our neighborhood.
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We lived across the street from an elementary school and
my mom, whose name was Romayne, like to let us
not spelled that way, but looks that way. Romain with
a y.
Speaker 1 (14:08):
Yeah. Maybe.
Speaker 2 (14:09):
My mom ran a daycare at home, so he was
always around kids. They all knew and loved him, and
he appointed himself as their protector.
Speaker 1 (14:18):
Perfect.
Speaker 2 (14:19):
But his number one, most favorite kid in the whole
world was my little brother. They went everywhere together as
seventies kids. We were free range and my brother and
his friends were explorers. They swam in the creek, rode
their bikes for miles, and climbed anything in everything they
could find.
Speaker 1 (14:35):
It really was like that.
Speaker 2 (14:36):
Also, guys, no sunblock, we didn't fuck no, no, it's sunburn.
Speaker 1 (14:40):
All the way. And also like a lot of corduroy
in that situation in the summery. Sorry, but I just
saw a picture of me and my sister and my
cousins Eileen and Mary Kay and they had come to
visit us. So Patti O'Hara, who lives across the street,
she brought her horse down so they could sit on
the horse. Because they were from San Francisco, so they
did excit do stuff like that. Me and my and
Aileen are both wearing leotards only, and I'm like six
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and she's probably twelve, and it was and we looked
at the picture together and she goes, I think those
were our bathing suits. And I was like, oh, yeah,
I remember wearing it for ballet and also as a
bathing suit. Yeah, I love it, and we weren't. I
don't think it's fine. I could have had a bathing suit,
and obviously my parents could afford ballet lessons and a
fucking horse. No, that wasn't It was Patty Crys. Okay,
(15:27):
one day, I'm going to stop interrupting you. I swear
to God. Okay.
Speaker 2 (15:30):
One day, my brother had to go someplace where Dylan
the dog could not go. Can't remember where, but whatever,
so my mom made sure he was inside. As my
brother was leaving. That dog cried and whined and barked
and cried some more for long enough that my mom
assumed it was okay to let him out and the
kids were free range and so were dogs back then
by the way, he bolted out the door without touching
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the porch steps and headed straight to the local park,
where they spent a lot of time while hunting for
my brother. He eventually ended up at the park's pool.
My sister, who absolutely cannot deal with animals of any
kind there's always one and her five kids were already
at the pool, so finding familiar faces, he decided to
join them and rested a while in the grasspool side.
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Couldn't find his favorite, so he found some family.
Speaker 1 (16:15):
He's just like I still do. I'll sit here.
Speaker 2 (16:16):
My sister was not happy about it and called my
mom to come get him. This was, of course laughable,
and my mom told her he knows his way home.
Speaker 1 (16:26):
You can't get a ride from your pants for yourself.
The dog's not getting a wrestle.
Speaker 2 (16:30):
He wanted to leave, so he needs to suffer the consequences.
It's the seventies. After a good rest, he decided to
join my nieces and nephews near the water, eventually getting
in line for the diving board and picturing like a
golden retriever like a really sweet or a yellow lab.
Yellow Lab like a mister peanut Butter. Everyone was quite
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known horseman. Oh yes, it's what's the name, Paul Upton
comes the character. It's like the best. Everyone was quite
tickled and nobody thought he would go through it, but
of course he did. He got in line like he's
a dog, and he got in line for a diving board.
Didn't even like bust his way to the front. He's like,
I don't know th dogs don't know what lines are.
Speaker 1 (17:09):
No, but they're like, I trust you, guys. I've hung
out with you guys long enough to know that I'm
either going to get like a piece of popcorn or
some good times totally.
Speaker 2 (17:17):
If you're standing like this, I'm gonna stand like this.
Speaker 1 (17:19):
Yeah.
Speaker 2 (17:20):
It was not the high dive but the medium hight board.
He successfully jumped and swam to the edge, where he
used the ladder to get out Dylan. He managed to
get three jumps in before the lifeguards were able to
grab him by the collar, or were they even trying.
They knew him and were not afraid. My sister was
dying of embarrassment and told her kids to pretend they
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didn't know him. Shut up, she's terrible, which they obviously
didn't do.
Speaker 1 (17:45):
Right.
Speaker 2 (17:45):
You're the fucking star of the pool.
Speaker 1 (17:47):
Does my brother's doe exactly?
Speaker 2 (17:50):
He was my best friend for fifteen years and I
have only one decent picture of him. Oh I have
that two where it's like I have like three pictures
of my childhood cat, right who I was with twenty years.
I have it framed in several sizes all over my
house to this day.
Speaker 1 (18:04):
I would kill for a picture of our dog PEPSI.
Speaker 2 (18:07):
Okay, you can find one. Oh a, I stay sexy
and always wait your turn.
Speaker 1 (18:15):
Tree Tree legendary email the dog got in lined.
Speaker 2 (18:20):
You know, dogs are like the only animals that understand
what pointing is. Like that you're trying to get her
to look over there there, not like look at my finger.
Speaker 1 (18:28):
Makes sense.
Speaker 2 (18:28):
Sakida's all the time. It's so great.
Speaker 1 (18:30):
I used to say to George when we were at
the dog park and Frank would run up into the hills,
I know I'd go go get that dog, and she
would do it. I knew subject line of this is
trash kid or creepy kid. You decide, Hey ladies, love y'all,
love the pod you want trash kids? I was that
with an extra dash of creepy. So it's a self
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reporting email. I'm nine years old and it's a warm
summer evening at my local softball fields, a wonderful place
that smelled of burghers and hot dogs and a place
where I always had a friend coach or distant family
member throwing in the distance. So my mom and I
always like to arrive extra early before my games. And
then parentheses, it says, probably to get me out of
the house and burn as much energy as possible. We
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quickly run into my teammate, also nine years old, and
her little sister six and dad parentheses, probably with the
same motive, and we ask our parents if we can
go explore. I'm sure they thought we meant to go
to the playground when they said yes, but no, we
didn't have time for the playground. We wanted to find treasure,
and trasure we did find. After getting the nod of approval,
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we march off into the woods that surrounded the field.
We walked for a bit along the railroad tracks that
were just on the other side of the tree line.
And then a parentheses, it says, I know, so unsafe,
but we thought we were so cool. And then it says,
until we see something in the distance, a skull, lake
bones ribs. What a discovery. They must be dinosaur bones.
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What can you believe this? They must be so old.
How much money do you think we could get? Our
questions and dreams filled the air well, we must take
these back with us. People must know of our discovery.
I got the three of us pick up as many
bones as we can carry. What me proudly and carefully
holding the skull?
Speaker 2 (20:20):
Child with a skull's pretty fucking ey.
Speaker 1 (20:23):
It's like, uh, children on the corn, lean on what
is it?
Speaker 2 (20:27):
Me?
Speaker 1 (20:27):
Stand by me, not on me.
Speaker 2 (20:29):
It's totally different.
Speaker 1 (20:30):
That's for the middle aged one.
Speaker 2 (20:32):
I almost said gooonies, and then I was like, that's
stand on me.
Speaker 1 (20:34):
Okay, stand by me, stand on, stand on me, okay, okay.
So colding a skull, we hurry back to our parents,
who are watching a game and blissfully ignorant to our whereabouts.
I shout to them, Mama, look what we found. We
found dinosaur bones. My mother's jaw drops. My friend's father
basically knocks them out of our hands. I'm sure he
must have been terrified of what diseases his two beautiful
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daughters were holding. And every other parent in the stand
is just staring at these three children holding what turned
out to be a deer skeleton.
Speaker 2 (21:03):
Holy shit, that's a big skull. Yes, it is big, long,
leg long.
Speaker 1 (21:09):
It's kind of a small horse. Our hopes are dashed
looking back I'm not sure why we immediately assumed dinosaurs,
especially being kids from the South who had seen their
fair share of dead deer. Anyway, my mom must have
washed on my hands ten times before the game started,
and I was not allowed to roam with friends for
a long time. Thanks for reading, and thanks for being
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you stay sexy and don't automatically assume dinosaur bones court me.
Speaker 2 (21:35):
Its are so creepy, so gross.
Speaker 1 (21:38):
And also like, let's bring these bones somewhere.
Speaker 2 (21:41):
Yeah, let's bring them out of here and show the
world it needs to be seen. Yes, which is the
find of a century. We're archaeologists.
Speaker 1 (21:49):
I do have to give a plug right now because
this past two weeks Frank has found a dead deer
in the backyard somewhere because he keeps bringing bones and
another dear.
Speaker 2 (22:01):
Oh, here, this is the start of a fucking one
of our stories.
Speaker 1 (22:03):
I know it sounds like a lie because I'm just
going along with what just happened, But this I believe.
Speaker 2 (22:07):
You have a pictures.
Speaker 1 (22:08):
But if it's a human, no, no, because the first
one he came up with had a little hoof and
it still had a little fur on it. And the
other day I was walking through the front room and
I looked down and there was just a spine. Fuck.
It's wild and it keeps happening.
Speaker 2 (22:23):
Stop, no more bones, I know.
Speaker 1 (22:25):
No, thanks dog, but good dog, but good dog, Frank.
Speaker 2 (22:29):
Send us your fucked up bone stories, Oh, fucked up
bone stories.
Speaker 1 (22:32):
Sucked up bone stories any kind? Did you break a
bone and it stuck out?
Speaker 2 (22:38):
Ye?
Speaker 1 (22:38):
Ye?
Speaker 2 (22:38):
Yeah, yeah yeah. Do you have like metal plates? We
want to know?
Speaker 1 (22:41):
Bring it on, yeah and stay sexy and don't get murdered. Goodbye, Elvis.
Speaker 2 (22:46):
Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 1 (22:54):
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Speaker 2 (22:56):
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Speaker 1 (22:59):
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Speaker 2 (23:01):
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Speaker 1 (23:03):
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And while you're there, please like and subscribe.
Speaker 1 (23:18):
Ye bye bye
Hello, and welcome to my favorite Murder the minisode.
Speaker 2 (00:20):
We read your stories, emails and stories.
Speaker 1 (00:24):
You want to go first, your stories and emails and stories.
Speaker 2 (00:28):
I'm not going to reach you the time. Yeah, well
no I'm not okay. Hi Georgia and Karen, first time writer,
longtime procrastinator.
Speaker 1 (00:35):
Hey.
Speaker 2 (00:36):
At seven years old, I randomly decided to sleep in
my own room one night, rare, locked the door even rarer,
and had a lovely uninterrupted sleep. Meanwhile, my older brother
was followed home from a seven to eleven by a
man who held him at gunpoint, forced his way into
our home, threatened my parents, and demanded money. Holy, we're
(00:58):
about fucking what's it called?
Speaker 1 (01:00):
Home invasion robbery?
Speaker 2 (01:01):
Yes, home invasion robbery one of my biggest fears. Yeah.
While my dad distracted the man downstairs, my mom woke
my sister, who then climbed down a wrought iron fence
and randoin neighbor's house to call the cops. The guy
was arrested, the gun was fake, and I slept through
the entire thing like a damn rock. Oh yeah. The
guy even tried my door but moved on when it
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was locked. Oh my, like sdude. My mom explained it
all the next morning on the way to school like
it was a casual weather update. A decade later, we
got a letter that the guy had been released. Anyway,
stay sexy and sleep like the dead. Thanks for recruiting
such a hilarious, cathartic space to share stories like these.
(01:42):
You two are truly the highlight of my week every week.
God on SSDGM Crystal Marie.
Speaker 1 (01:48):
Crystal Marie, thank you.
Speaker 2 (01:51):
Good job sleeping through a fucking hostage situation.
Speaker 1 (01:54):
So trauma. Yeah, I'll have none of this trauma. You
guys can have it good night. I'll have what she's
having me on ambient basically Okay. The subject line of
this is a vintage murder. It says, hello, beautiful ladies.
Lucille Hartman is my husband's great grandfather's first cousin. Lucille
was a very attractive woman with red hair. She was
reportedly very pampered, spoiled, and had an ill temper that
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was in quotes. Lucille's father owned Hartman Oil Works, where
she later met her husband, William Witt in nineteen thirty.
Lucille's twenty five, her husband fifty five when they married.
The couple had a troubled marriage, Oh you think, and
had been to court three times in a year. William
attempted to divorce her on the grounds of cruelty, but
was denied. After losing the petition for divorce, the couple
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walked out of the courthouse, apparently on friendly terms. A
witness stated that Lucille left her husband saying, well, then,
I'll see you in a week. William began to walk
down the street and Lucille got into her car. She
drove to catch up to William, pulled over and stepped
out of the car. Lucille took a thirty two caliber
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pistol that was concealed in her hat. She fired at
William point blank, once while he was standing and twice
when he fell to the ground. One bullet went through
his heart and the other two bullets threw his head.
Speaker 2 (03:13):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (03:14):
Right. She immediately surrendered her gun to the sheriff and
told him I'm ready to go to jail.
Speaker 2 (03:19):
WHOA.
Speaker 1 (03:19):
She was promptly arrested and they were like, no problem.
There was a highly publicized trial before she was sent
to prison. Lucille refused to talk to anyone and displayed
no regret in the killing of her husband. It came
out in the trial that Lucille had been married before
to a man named Ralph, who she shot and wounded
before their divorced in nineteen twenty five.
Speaker 2 (03:40):
It was going to be like, I bet he was
this and that. Yeah, that's kind of a pattern, now,
that's right.
Speaker 1 (03:44):
In nineteen thirty four, Lucille had had a male visitor
when she was in prison. This visitor somehow changed clothes
with Lucille during the visit. The male wearing her clothes,
remained in the prison while she walked out of the
door to freedom in disguise wearing the man's clothing. She
was never seen or heard from again.
Speaker 2 (04:02):
Stop it.
Speaker 1 (04:03):
It was later learned that the man visiting her was
employed by Hartman Oil Works, which was then being run
by Lucille's brother George. The whereabouts of Lucille Hartman Witt
remain unknown to this day.
Speaker 2 (04:16):
France, bet you anything that is fucking incredible? How we
that should be a full episode story?
Speaker 1 (04:23):
And that woman became Betty White? What if it's some
huge beloved character in American I started listening to your
podcast in twenty sixteen, day one, and since then I've
graduated high school, got my master's degree in social work
and am now working as a licensed mental health therapist
in Arkansas. Wow, thank you, ladies for all you do. Laura.
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Oh my god, guess what, Laura, thank you for all
you do.
Speaker 2 (04:49):
You and great job. It's crazy that we can go
like we've been through so many people's existences.
Speaker 1 (04:54):
Yes, I mean like someone got a master's on our dime.
Speaker 2 (04:57):
Yeah, and we're still fucking podcasting.
Speaker 1 (04:59):
And we're still fucking thing college dropouts over and over.
I want to go to Laura's college and get an
honorary degree and be like, this is how easy.
Speaker 2 (05:11):
It can't earn a honor for sure, at least from
my alma mater, Los Angeles City College.
Speaker 1 (05:16):
At least I feel like I'd love to take some
classes there.
Speaker 2 (05:19):
And by alma mater, I mean I didn't graduate right
from there, right, they had great glasses. It was a
great school.
Speaker 1 (05:24):
So that was more of a like a part time
stop by. Hang.
Speaker 2 (05:26):
Yeah, it's like I don't know what to do with
myself and I need to stay on my mom's insurance.
Speaker 1 (05:29):
Yeah, so I guess I'll drive to this parking lot
a couple of days a week, find a kitten. I
did find a kitten, try to convince someone to go
to a bar with me during the day, or the
arcades across the street.
Speaker 2 (05:41):
Okay, stop, we could do this all please. I serious,
this email is cursed or maybe it's just me. Dear
Karen and Georgia. I want to start off by letting
you know that at the moment of writing this email,
I am eating a cosmic brownie and ignoring work I
have to do for my first week back at s
F s U.
Speaker 1 (05:59):
Hey, I say universities that you. I wanted to go there,
and my mom was like, you won't like it. It's
too foggy, just like, are you out of your mind?
Cosmic brownies? Those are the little debbies. I bought a
bunch of those at the beginning of COVID so good
now I can't look at them. I ate boxes and
boxes just so good. They're really great.
Speaker 2 (06:19):
Okay. I also want to know and that I am
the first grandchild, granddaughter, a great granddaughter, niece, nibbing, et cetera.
So overthinking is what I do. So onto my curse.
So this is about her family.
Speaker 1 (06:30):
Okay.
Speaker 2 (06:31):
So she's saying, okay, great every single time I start
a new school elementary, middle high school. Someone in my
family dies.
Speaker 1 (06:41):
Uh oh.
Speaker 2 (06:42):
When I started kindergarten, my mom's stepdad, Andy died from
a heart attack. I remember this even though I was five.
That was because at the funeral, my aunt made me
go up to the coffin and look at him all caps.
I cannot tell you how much I did not want
to do that. Ye, yes, you can, no need for that. Five.
I didn't want to go up because in my five
year old brain, I thought all that would be left
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would be his skeleton.
Speaker 1 (07:05):
Oh Jesus in a little suit.
Speaker 2 (07:08):
That's like a horror movie walking up to the coffin.
Speaker 1 (07:10):
Yeah, She's like, it's a dead body. This is a
Halloween situation. Here's what I can expect.
Speaker 2 (07:15):
God. My first year of middle school, I repressed as
much as I could. From that time, my mom's mom, Darcy, died.
I can't tell you I felt any sadness, mostly because
I was eleven and she was in late stages of dementia.
But I still feel guilty that I felt relief. This
happened when my whole family was at home. My brother
was six at the time. I took him into This
(07:35):
is going to make me sound so fucking rich the
library and closed the door so he didn't have to
see the EMT's wheel my grandmother out the door on
a gurney.
Speaker 1 (07:46):
Yeah, that was nice. It's a nice sister. That's the
opposite of a trash sibling.
Speaker 2 (07:50):
Totally freshman year, my great grandmother, Aila died. She was
my dad's paternal grandmother. We didn't have a memorial for
her until almost two years later. I started community during
the pandemic. A week before online classes start. I am
in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with my grandma Anita, who has
pancreatic cancer. Just stop going to school. If there's ever
been a sign so rough that you should drop out.
Speaker 1 (08:12):
Yeah, just stop educating yourself.
Speaker 2 (08:14):
The day before she died, I had broken my elbow.
That was a shit week. Fast forward to January seventh
of twenty twenty four. I had just finished moving into
my on campus housing for my first semester at SFSU.
My dad's dad, Ron, had been the hospital for months.
I got the call, just expecting it every time you
like sign up. Yeah, so I am no longer allowed
(08:37):
to get any more of an education the safety of
the remaining members of my family. Although if I had
my way I would get the MFA I want, not
worth it, not fucking worth it, the MFA oh massive
MFA I want. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (08:51):
Oh for a second I thought she meant, what did
they call when you marry some guy and an mrs degree?
Speaker 2 (08:55):
Yeah?
Speaker 1 (08:56):
I thought she was saying that. I'm like, why would you.
Speaker 2 (08:58):
Okay, sorry, it's so long mcmc mcmc yeahmc mcmc.
Speaker 1 (09:05):
Is that the year they wrote it and they're just
being roman about it. I just want to say this
to you. Don't feel guilty that you are relieved that
your grandma with all summer's died. It's a relief and
it goes on too long.
Speaker 2 (09:17):
That's like, you don't need the guilt on top of
the sadness.
Speaker 1 (09:19):
No, No, it's hard enough and everyone feels relieved. Yeah,
it's it's very normal.
Speaker 2 (09:25):
It's a horrible part of it. Yeah. Yeah, that's nice of.
Speaker 1 (09:27):
You, all right. The subject line of this email is
internationally kidnapped by my grandparents. Oh hi, Karen and Georgia.
I grew up in upstate New York in the nineties,
where my parents' idea of summer camp was dropping my
sister and me off with our grandparents for weeks at
a time. We loved it, and there was often a
rotating crew of cousins with us as my aunts and
uncles took parenting sabbaticals. Yeah, I think you'd have to.
(09:52):
My grandparents loved taking road trips, and we cousins usually
obliged with minimal complaints, as my grandpa was guaranteed to
stop for ice cream at some point. Yeah, it's all
takes for Most trips led us to unmemorable small towns,
but occasionally we got lucky and our destination was the
most exotic place for any upstate kid Canada. One particular
(10:14):
trip was especially exciting because we were headed to Niagara Falls.
The trip did not start well. My seven year old cousin, Timmy,
spent the entire two hour drive arguing with my grandparents
that we quote could not drive to another country. You
had to cross an ocean. Shut up, Timmy.
Speaker 2 (10:30):
Seven, you're seven and you're arguing with me.
Speaker 1 (10:32):
Timmy watched the National Geographic Channel one too many times.
My grandparents were not thrilled with his first grade level
understanding of geography, and things became tense.
Speaker 2 (10:42):
But like, okay, I'm going to argue for him. Now
stop arguing with a seven year old Yeah, okay, Timmy, Okay, Timmy,
we'll stay here in America.
Speaker 1 (10:50):
Whatever you need, Timmy.
Speaker 2 (10:53):
Timmy first name, that's really your name? Okay.
Speaker 1 (10:56):
As we approached border control, while Timmy continued screening about
oceans and airplanes. When we pulled up to the border,
a cheerful Canadian border agent looked in the backseat and
asked excited to go to Canada, kids, Timmy screamed back,
They can't drive me into another country, my mom said, so,
these are not my parents. Formerly friendly border agent immediately
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yelled at my grandpa to exit the vehicle, and things
went downhill from there.
Speaker 2 (11:22):
Oh my god. We thought they were getting kidnapped.
Speaker 1 (11:26):
As this was the early nineties, kids were not required
to have passports or birth certificates to cross into Canada
from the US. My grandparents had no proof of who
the three children under seven years old were in the backseat.
The border agents immediately separated us from our grandparents, sat
us in a small detention room, and gave us each
a small box of raisins to snack on.
Speaker 2 (11:47):
Gruss, You're not getting anything out of me with fucking
a box of raisins.
Speaker 1 (11:50):
That's out of there. The Canadians asked us detailed questions
about our trip and who our grandparents were. When asked
if our parents knew where we were, we all dutifully
replied no, it's true. Our answers only confirmed the border
agent's suspicions. My sister, Timmy and I had clearly been kidnapped. Meanwhile,
my grandparents were in another room being interrogated. Luckily, my
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grandpa happened to be a New York State Supreme Court
justice at the time. There you go, We're fine. Yeah,
must be nice, and somehow convinced the border agents to
contact a fellow judge he knew who lived near the border.
This judge showed up a few hours later with a
few American court police officers and US Border patrol agents.
Damn they verified that my grandpa was in fact an
(12:34):
upstanding citizen and not a kidnapper, although at that point
I'm sure he was considering abandoning us. I don't remember
much else about the trip except for the glitter wand
my grandma bought me at a restop on the driving back.
Speaker 2 (12:47):
That's a good memory.
Speaker 1 (12:49):
So sorry, but that's so real for a kid, where
it's like we all got detained.
Speaker 2 (12:54):
Grandparents almost got arrested, but glitter.
Speaker 1 (12:56):
Later one my grandparents were notoriously cheap. A souvenir was
somehow more astonishing than being detained. Stay sexy and don't
bring the annoying cousin to Canada with you, Laura, little shit.
Speaker 2 (13:08):
I mean I was right from the beginning. Yes, send
us your accidental kidnapping stories. Yes, gret I mean I
mean that in a really positive way that like someone
thought or accidentally did a thing. Yeah, it seemed like kidnapping,
but it wasn't.
Speaker 1 (13:22):
All actors in these stories must be like Timmy's grandparents
of good faith, not lead kidnappers, don't I mean, or
somebody take it well, listen to whatever you want to
tell you.
Speaker 2 (13:35):
Well, my favorite murder at Gmail. Okay, this one is
great public pool stories. You say is the title because
we asked for that, but this one is amazing. It
just starts. Love you both. Thank you for encouraging me
to get the help I needed. Okay, story time, I
know right. My fifteen year old self had the best
dog ever named Dylan. He was famous in our neighborhood.
(14:00):
We lived across the street from an elementary school and
my mom, whose name was Romayne, like to let us
not spelled that way, but looks that way. Romain with
a y.
Speaker 1 (14:08):
Yeah. Maybe.
Speaker 2 (14:09):
My mom ran a daycare at home, so he was
always around kids. They all knew and loved him, and
he appointed himself as their protector.
Speaker 1 (14:18):
Perfect.
Speaker 2 (14:19):
But his number one, most favorite kid in the whole
world was my little brother. They went everywhere together as
seventies kids. We were free range and my brother and
his friends were explorers. They swam in the creek, rode
their bikes for miles, and climbed anything in everything they
could find.
Speaker 1 (14:35):
It really was like that.
Speaker 2 (14:36):
Also, guys, no sunblock, we didn't fuck no, no, it's sunburn.
Speaker 1 (14:40):
All the way. And also like a lot of corduroy
in that situation in the summery. Sorry, but I just
saw a picture of me and my sister and my
cousins Eileen and Mary Kay and they had come to
visit us. So Patti O'Hara, who lives across the street,
she brought her horse down so they could sit on
the horse. Because they were from San Francisco, so they
did excit do stuff like that. Me and my and
Aileen are both wearing leotards only, and I'm like six
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and she's probably twelve, and it was and we looked
at the picture together and she goes, I think those
were our bathing suits. And I was like, oh, yeah,
I remember wearing it for ballet and also as a
bathing suit. Yeah, I love it, and we weren't. I
don't think it's fine. I could have had a bathing suit,
and obviously my parents could afford ballet lessons and a
fucking horse. No, that wasn't It was Patty Crys. Okay,
(15:27):
one day, I'm going to stop interrupting you. I swear
to God. Okay.
Speaker 2 (15:30):
One day, my brother had to go someplace where Dylan
the dog could not go. Can't remember where, but whatever,
so my mom made sure he was inside. As my
brother was leaving. That dog cried and whined and barked
and cried some more for long enough that my mom
assumed it was okay to let him out and the
kids were free range and so were dogs back then
by the way, he bolted out the door without touching
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the porch steps and headed straight to the local park,
where they spent a lot of time while hunting for
my brother. He eventually ended up at the park's pool.
My sister, who absolutely cannot deal with animals of any
kind there's always one and her five kids were already
at the pool, so finding familiar faces, he decided to
join them and rested a while in the grasspool side.
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Couldn't find his favorite, so he found some family.
Speaker 1 (16:15):
He's just like I still do. I'll sit here.
Speaker 2 (16:16):
My sister was not happy about it and called my
mom to come get him. This was, of course laughable,
and my mom told her he knows his way home.
Speaker 1 (16:26):
You can't get a ride from your pants for yourself.
The dog's not getting a wrestle.
Speaker 2 (16:30):
He wanted to leave, so he needs to suffer the consequences.
It's the seventies. After a good rest, he decided to
join my nieces and nephews near the water, eventually getting
in line for the diving board and picturing like a
golden retriever like a really sweet or a yellow lab.
Yellow Lab like a mister peanut Butter. Everyone was quite
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known horseman. Oh yes, it's what's the name, Paul Upton
comes the character. It's like the best. Everyone was quite
tickled and nobody thought he would go through it, but
of course he did. He got in line like he's
a dog, and he got in line for a diving board.
Didn't even like bust his way to the front. He's like,
I don't know th dogs don't know what lines are.
Speaker 1 (17:09):
No, but they're like, I trust you, guys. I've hung
out with you guys long enough to know that I'm
either going to get like a piece of popcorn or
some good times totally.
Speaker 2 (17:17):
If you're standing like this, I'm gonna stand like this.
Speaker 1 (17:19):
Yeah.
Speaker 2 (17:20):
It was not the high dive but the medium hight board.
He successfully jumped and swam to the edge, where he
used the ladder to get out Dylan. He managed to
get three jumps in before the lifeguards were able to
grab him by the collar, or were they even trying.
They knew him and were not afraid. My sister was
dying of embarrassment and told her kids to pretend they
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didn't know him. Shut up, she's terrible, which they obviously
didn't do.
Speaker 1 (17:45):
Right.
Speaker 2 (17:45):
You're the fucking star of the pool.
Speaker 1 (17:47):
Does my brother's doe exactly?
Speaker 2 (17:50):
He was my best friend for fifteen years and I
have only one decent picture of him. Oh I have
that two where it's like I have like three pictures
of my childhood cat, right who I was with twenty years.
I have it framed in several sizes all over my
house to this day.
Speaker 1 (18:04):
I would kill for a picture of our dog PEPSI.
Speaker 2 (18:07):
Okay, you can find one. Oh a, I stay sexy
and always wait your turn.
Speaker 1 (18:15):
Tree Tree legendary email the dog got in lined.
Speaker 2 (18:20):
You know, dogs are like the only animals that understand
what pointing is. Like that you're trying to get her
to look over there there, not like look at my finger.
Speaker 1 (18:28):
Makes sense.
Speaker 2 (18:28):
Sakida's all the time. It's so great.
Speaker 1 (18:30):
I used to say to George when we were at
the dog park and Frank would run up into the hills,
I know I'd go go get that dog, and she
would do it. I knew subject line of this is
trash kid or creepy kid. You decide, Hey ladies, love y'all,
love the pod you want trash kids? I was that
with an extra dash of creepy. So it's a self
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reporting email. I'm nine years old and it's a warm
summer evening at my local softball fields, a wonderful place
that smelled of burghers and hot dogs and a place
where I always had a friend coach or distant family
member throwing in the distance. So my mom and I
always like to arrive extra early before my games. And
then parentheses, it says, probably to get me out of
the house and burn as much energy as possible. We
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quickly run into my teammate, also nine years old, and
her little sister six and dad parentheses, probably with the
same motive, and we ask our parents if we can
go explore. I'm sure they thought we meant to go
to the playground when they said yes, but no, we
didn't have time for the playground. We wanted to find treasure,
and trasure we did find. After getting the nod of approval,
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we march off into the woods that surrounded the field.
We walked for a bit along the railroad tracks that
were just on the other side of the tree line.
And then a parentheses, it says, I know, so unsafe,
but we thought we were so cool. And then it says,
until we see something in the distance, a skull, lake
bones ribs. What a discovery. They must be dinosaur bones.
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What can you believe this? They must be so old.
How much money do you think we could get? Our
questions and dreams filled the air well, we must take
these back with us. People must know of our discovery.
I got the three of us pick up as many
bones as we can carry. What me proudly and carefully
holding the skull?
Speaker 2 (20:20):
Child with a skull's pretty fucking ey.
Speaker 1 (20:23):
It's like, uh, children on the corn, lean on what
is it?
Speaker 2 (20:27):
Me?
Speaker 1 (20:27):
Stand by me, not on me.
Speaker 2 (20:29):
It's totally different.
Speaker 1 (20:30):
That's for the middle aged one.
Speaker 2 (20:32):
I almost said gooonies, and then I was like, that's
stand on me.
Speaker 1 (20:34):
Okay, stand by me, stand on, stand on me, okay, okay.
So colding a skull, we hurry back to our parents,
who are watching a game and blissfully ignorant to our whereabouts.
I shout to them, Mama, look what we found. We
found dinosaur bones. My mother's jaw drops. My friend's father
basically knocks them out of our hands. I'm sure he
must have been terrified of what diseases his two beautiful
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daughters were holding. And every other parent in the stand
is just staring at these three children holding what turned
out to be a deer skeleton.
Speaker 2 (21:03):
Holy shit, that's a big skull. Yes, it is big, long,
leg long.
Speaker 1 (21:09):
It's kind of a small horse. Our hopes are dashed
looking back I'm not sure why we immediately assumed dinosaurs,
especially being kids from the South who had seen their
fair share of dead deer. Anyway, my mom must have
washed on my hands ten times before the game started,
and I was not allowed to roam with friends for
a long time. Thanks for reading, and thanks for being
(21:30):
you stay sexy and don't automatically assume dinosaur bones court me.
Speaker 2 (21:35):
Its are so creepy, so gross.
Speaker 1 (21:38):
And also like, let's bring these bones somewhere.
Speaker 2 (21:41):
Yeah, let's bring them out of here and show the
world it needs to be seen. Yes, which is the
find of a century. We're archaeologists.
Speaker 1 (21:49):
I do have to give a plug right now because
this past two weeks Frank has found a dead deer
in the backyard somewhere because he keeps bringing bones and
another dear.
Speaker 2 (22:01):
Oh, here, this is the start of a fucking one
of our stories.
Speaker 1 (22:03):
I know it sounds like a lie because I'm just
going along with what just happened, But this I believe.
Speaker 2 (22:07):
You have a pictures.
Speaker 1 (22:08):
But if it's a human, no, no, because the first
one he came up with had a little hoof and
it still had a little fur on it. And the
other day I was walking through the front room and
I looked down and there was just a spine. Fuck.
It's wild and it keeps happening.
Speaker 2 (22:23):
Stop, no more bones, I know.
Speaker 1 (22:25):
No, thanks dog, but good dog, but good dog, Frank.
Speaker 2 (22:29):
Send us your fucked up bone stories, Oh, fucked up
bone stories.
Speaker 1 (22:32):
Sucked up bone stories any kind? Did you break a
bone and it stuck out?
Speaker 2 (22:38):
Ye?
Speaker 1 (22:38):
Ye?
Speaker 2 (22:38):
Yeah, yeah yeah. Do you have like metal plates? We
want to know?
Speaker 1 (22:41):
Bring it on, yeah and stay sexy and don't get murdered. Goodbye, Elvis.
Speaker 2 (22:46):
Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 1 (22:54):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 2 (22:56):
Our senior producers are Alle Hundra Keck and Molly Smith.
Speaker 1 (22:59):
Our editor Aristotle las Veda.
Speaker 2 (23:01):
This episode was mixed by Leonis Quillacci.
Speaker 1 (23:03):
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It’s 1996 in rural North Carolina, and an oddball crew makes history when they pull off America’s third largest cash heist. But it’s all downhill from there. Join host Johnny Knoxville as he unspools a wild and woolly tale about a group of regular ‘ol folks who risked it all for a chance at a better life. CrimeLess: Hillbilly Heist answers the question: what would you do with 17.3 million dollars? The answer includes diamond rings, mansions, velvet Elvis paintings, plus a run for the border, murder-for-hire-plots, and FBI busts.
Crime Junkie
Does hearing about a true crime case always leave you scouring the internet for the truth behind the story? Dive into your next mystery with Crime Junkie. Every Monday, join your host Ashley Flowers as she unravels all the details of infamous and underreported true crime cases with her best friend Brit Prawat. From cold cases to missing persons and heroes in our community who seek justice, Crime Junkie is your destination for theories and stories you won’t hear anywhere else. Whether you're a seasoned true crime enthusiast or new to the genre, you'll find yourself on the edge of your seat awaiting a new episode every Monday. If you can never get enough true crime... Congratulations, you’ve found your people. Follow to join a community of Crime Junkies! Crime Junkie is presented by audiochuck Media Company.
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