September 22, 2025 • 23 mins
This week’s hometowns include a sorority stalker and unhinged team-building questions.
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello and welcome to my Favorite Murder the minisode.
Speaker 2 (00:21):
We read you your stories? Are you ready be care?
Should I go first?
Speaker 1 (00:25):
Sure?
Speaker 3 (00:26):
This is called Rural Wisconsin, Shenanigan's Alcoholism and a fire,
perfect pleasantries, pleasantries. I love MFM and listening to your banter.
Thank you for being a part of my life for
the past eight years. Let's dive in because it's long,
but worth it. My family is very Wisconsin, Like very Wisconsin,
where beer runs in our veins, our favorite hobby is fishing,
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and our kids grow.
Speaker 2 (00:49):
Up next to hunting rifles.
Speaker 3 (00:52):
I heard the story after a couple of heavily poored
margaritas at a family gathering. My grandfather, who I nicknamed
Bapa when I was little, began the story by explaining
the morning ritual, a shot of yeagermeister.
Speaker 2 (01:05):
Oh wow, what a start.
Speaker 3 (01:07):
The hard shots were taken at dawn in a forgotten
cabin on a rough road before Bapa, his thirteen year
old son aka my uncle Gary, my great uncle Bobby, Charlie,
and my cousin Parker said off with loaded rifles into
the forest. What they were hunting has been lost to history.
Speaker 1 (01:23):
Sorry, they were doing yeager shots before they go hunt.
Uh huh, that's serious.
Speaker 2 (01:29):
Ugh, yeah, I want to start.
Speaker 1 (01:31):
It's like swallowing your toothpaste spit and then going to
kill animals. Yeah, look, no judgments. We so judge a
lot of people like it, but.
Speaker 2 (01:38):
That's what we're here for.
Speaker 3 (01:39):
It's not for me at this point in telling a story,
but Papa needed a margarita refill, so my now adult
uncle Gary took over. Uncle Gary explained that the day
ended with the adults handing his thirteen year old self
a six pack of beer and telling him to entertain
himself and his cousin on the porch.
Speaker 2 (01:56):
Six packs or thirteen year old with an ankle, It's
a good way to babysit kids. Yeah, right, like Goby
drunk on the porch.
Speaker 3 (02:05):
With an incredulous laugh, My adult uncle Gary continued to
say that they finished the six pack, but the sun
hadn't set yet, so he stumbled into the wooden structure
to ask.
Speaker 2 (02:13):
What to do next.
Speaker 3 (02:15):
Like an old eighties cliche, he was handed another six
pack and told to return.
Speaker 2 (02:19):
When he finished it. Oh shit.
Speaker 3 (02:21):
It's unclear the amount of the next pack that he drank,
but he remembers suddenly being inside the cabin and hearing
a dreamy knock on the front door neighbors, My uncle
Gary boozily opened the door to find a middle aged
man sweating and frantically waving his hands. The man at
the door stated that his house was across the street
and on fire, with no thoughts in his brain.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
My uncle blinked and then.
Speaker 3 (02:43):
Closed the door on the poor panicked man. The shit
faced thirteen year old answers the door, take care, can't.
The man continued to knock intently on the door, intill
one of the now plastered adults finally noticed the disturbance.
Bobby and Charlie heard that the house across the street
was on fire, and, fueled by alcohol, ran into the
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burning building to check for animals and turn off the
gas line.
Speaker 1 (03:07):
I'm sorry, check for animals on the weekend where they
go to kill animals.
Speaker 2 (03:12):
Pets are different.
Speaker 4 (03:13):
No, you know, vicious, vicious? Sure, we don't want an
animals to die. Wait, what have you been doing all day?
In real time at the margarita bar, My uncle Gary
turns to my Bapa, who sheepishly returned to the conversation
refill drink in hand. My Bapa sighs, but continues telling
the increasingly ridiculous story. My theater inclined Bapa grabbed the
neighbor by the shoulders and began to sing the first
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song that popped into his head at the time, This
little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, so
show face.
Speaker 2 (03:40):
I mean.
Speaker 3 (03:41):
Imagine a strong tenor voice carrying across the street, staring
at a burning house while praising the light. A roaring
siren interrupts the poorly chosen ballad as the fire truck
appears down the road, but stop short. That's when everyone
realizes something is blocking the road. My thirteen year old
uncle Gary was lying drunkenly, passed out in front of
the fire.
Speaker 2 (04:00):
This is Jesus Christ.
Speaker 3 (04:03):
He doesn't know how he got there or anything else
about that night, but he was moved.
Speaker 2 (04:06):
The house was put out, and no one.
Speaker 1 (04:08):
Got tickets or killed or CPS called on them.
Speaker 3 (04:11):
Right somehow, all family members involved turn out to be okay,
human beings and productive members of society. Hey, hey, I
love them all to death and will never trade their
recklessness for anything. Wisconsin may be rough and tough, but
the beauty of Wisconsin's nature is unparalleled.
Speaker 2 (04:27):
Bring a gun into it.
Speaker 3 (04:28):
I mean, stay saxy and don't give your thirteen year
old a couple of six packs.
Speaker 1 (04:32):
See, I mean it is true that, like, if you're
going away for a hunting weekend and that's what you're doing.
Speaker 2 (04:39):
Yeah, and you're in nature, there's a safety to it. Yeah,
you're just kind of out and about but intense. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (04:46):
Well, this is a bit of a left turn because
this is more serious. The subject line of this email
is sorority stalker, and it says Hi, Karen and Georgia
and pets. I spent my freshman at sophomore years of
college at a state university in upstate New York, though
my whole life I was already living in upstate New York.
Apparently living two hours north of NYC does not count
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as upstate. I would have thought it that it would,
but then I found myself an hour away from the
Canadian border in a small college town that perpetually smelled
of cowshit.
Speaker 2 (05:17):
That's how I grow anyway.
Speaker 1 (05:18):
Greek life was a huge part of the culture there,
so practically everyone was either in a frat or a
sorority or knew someone who was. Being such a small
school word started to travel fast. My sophomore year that
there was an anonymous stalker on campus who was terrorizing
one group of sorority girls. In particular, about a dozen
girls in the Sigma Kappa sorority had been receiving ominous
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warnings and threatening text messages from an unknown number, saying
things like it's not safe out there tonight Kappa's and
I'm not the threat, but harm is coming. At one point,
he even texted one of the girls saying I'm in
the house.
Speaker 2 (05:56):
Oh my god. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (05:58):
At the time, no one could figure out who this
person was or how they had found the girl's numbers,
but it was pretty apparent that the anonymous texter somehow
knew the sorority's social calendar as well. At one point,
Sigma Kappa had planned a wedding with their brother frat, which,
as far as I can remember, it was just a
party where the girls were all white and got fake
married to a guy from the brother frat. Before the wedding,
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one of the girls got a message from the anonymous
number saying I'm excited for the wedding. Hope you don't
wear anything that can stain. Please don't cancel again. I
want to have fun this time. Creepy, so creepy. Later
he went on to say that he wanted to cause
as much harm as possible, even if that resulted in death,
and that he was willing to die by the police.
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Needless to say, everyone on campus was pretty freaked out
by this point. Parties were canceled, Vague emails from the
university administration were sent to students to alert them to
a possible threat, and the university police got involved. They
tried to trace the number but found it was actually
registered to a fake number generator online. Some students tried
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calling it, and eventually one person got through, but whoever
picked up on the other line was using a voice
changing app, so they couldn't tell if the voice was
someone they knew or not. From what a news article says,
the conversation was pretty bizarre, with the anonymous creep saying
that he knew he was unstable, his parents were divorced,
and then he was also on xanax. I remember some
of my roommate sorority sisters trying to add the number
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on Snapchat to see if the person had their snap
location on. I don't remember if that worked, but my
guess was it didn't because the harassment stayed anonymous, and
it also got worse. Pretty soon after the text started.
Some of the girls started receiving random phone calls from
around five dozen men who are trying to solicit them
for sex. No turns out the anonymous texter had posted
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their phone numbers to a website advertising for sex workers.
After a while, the harassment started to narrow down to
one sorority girl in particular, she received an anonymous package
in the mail containing a book entitled I'm Waked You,
and she even started to receive drugs like cocaine and
meth in the mail, which the anonymous stalker notified the
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school about in an email in an attempt to get
her arrested.
Speaker 2 (08:10):
Holy shit.
Speaker 1 (08:11):
The crazy part is at that time I was working
in the university mail room, and I didn't even know that.
I vaguely remember the other student workers around that time
talking about the police coming in to confiscate someone's package
because it had drugs in it, but I had just
assumed some dumbass had mailed themselves weed or something like that.
Our boss, who was not a student, had a habit
of smelling suspicious packages and then calling the police if
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it smelled even vaguely like weed.
Speaker 2 (08:36):
She was lame as hell.
Speaker 1 (08:37):
Long story short, the FBI got involved and tracked the
creep to Long Island. He ended up being one of
the girls controlling ex boyfriends who just could not get
over the breakup and obviously had some serious mental health issues.
When they arrested him, they also found an AR fifteen
semi automatic rifle, which he owned legally.
Speaker 2 (08:59):
Of course.
Speaker 1 (09:00):
It actually was really terrifying to think about what this
guy might have been capable of if he wasn't caught
in time. And all I can say is I'm glad
I transferred shortly after that, not only because that school
was the target of a crazy stalker, potential murderer, but
as it turns out, it was also absolutely chock full
of asbestos too. Holy shit, stay sexy and don't terrorize
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an entire group of people just because you can't handle rejection.
Speaker 2 (09:24):
Abby, Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (09:26):
And then Abby left a note. The story got picked
up by page six.
Speaker 2 (09:30):
It was so bad. That is, before it got like
really kind of personal.
Speaker 3 (09:35):
I thought it was just going to be one of
the girl, other girls in the sorority, maybe just extending
threatening texts, just like.
Speaker 2 (09:41):
Being an asshole to somebody. Yeah, but that is fucking scary.
Speaker 1 (09:44):
It's also like to do it to an entire sorority
is so ted bundy coated.
Speaker 2 (09:51):
If I may use that language.
Speaker 3 (09:52):
It's like if I'm against one woman, I'm against all women.
Speaker 2 (09:55):
Yeah kind of a thing. Yeah, it fucked up, so
fucked up.
Speaker 3 (10:01):
This one's called trash mom question mark. Hi, all can't
think of anything witty, so I'll just jump in. Back
when I was seven or eight, so ninety four or
ninety five, I had been out all day with my
mom and on the way home, we stopped at the
Safeway to grab me a lunchible and snacks. I had
a field drip the next day and we had to
bring our own bag lunch fuck y.
Speaker 2 (10:20):
Allunchibles.
Speaker 1 (10:21):
Lunchibles were banned at my sister's school because there's not
one ounce of protein or vitamins or anything in them.
They're like, it's literally like just eating something bad.
Speaker 2 (10:31):
Yeah, I love it.
Speaker 3 (10:32):
On a road trip, we shopped and checked out, but
on our return to the car, my mother realized that
she had locked the keys inside in the ignition.
Speaker 2 (10:41):
Oh remember when you used to I did that before
for sure.
Speaker 3 (10:44):
This was before cell phones were a big thing, So
she summoned help from people in the parking lot. Hey, everyone,
gather around, I really need you to help me. They
tried to jimmy the door but were unsuccessful. So what
did my mom do? Send me with the courtesy driver
that was outside of the store or asking people if
they needed rides?
Speaker 2 (11:02):
Is that a thing? I mean, I got sounds like
a stranger offering people rides.
Speaker 1 (11:07):
A weird stranger in a car who's like, I'll be
courtesy driver at the grocery store.
Speaker 2 (11:11):
What is a courtesy driver?
Speaker 1 (11:13):
Is that like a small town thing? Maybe must be
like older people. That might mean yeah, if they can't drive.
Speaker 2 (11:17):
Yeah, says that's right.
Speaker 3 (11:20):
She sent me with a stranger to go home and
get her spare keys from my grandmother, Peggy.
Speaker 2 (11:27):
Peggy.
Speaker 3 (11:28):
Luckily I'm able to tell this story, so I didn't
get kidnapped or murdered. But how crazy is that? I
don't understand why we both didn't ride with him. Yes,
since I had to bring the key back. Maybe she
thought someone would break in and steal the car since
the keys were in there.
Speaker 2 (11:42):
But better your daughter than the car.
Speaker 1 (11:45):
I mean, I don't know how you'd deal with that.
Speaker 3 (11:48):
The thinking and this person's seven or eight years old.
By the way, this isn't a teenager.
Speaker 2 (11:53):
It's just such a trader.
Speaker 3 (11:54):
Yeah, wow, who knows stay sexy and don't send your
daughter with a strange man.
Speaker 2 (12:00):
Basic parenting one on one Jay she her.
Speaker 1 (12:04):
There's so many layers. It's so many layers of questions.
Speaker 3 (12:08):
Yeah, but most importantly, what the hell is a courtesy driver?
And can and do have stories about that as well?
I think the older person thing is sounds right, yeah,
or like people who got drunk at the Safeway and
you'd like a designated driver.
Speaker 1 (12:21):
There's all these people just go to the liquor aisle, yeah,
and just start cracking beer lugging. Also, you know, there's
that like thought puzzle of there's a guy and he's
got a fox and a chicken and a bag of grain,
and he has to get them all across the river
on his raft, and how do you do it so
that the fox doesn't eat the chicken and the chicken
doesn't eat the grain combinations. That's like that with this
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seven a seven year old and a courtesy driver and
a mom and some keys, and the keys in the
edition don't eat those keys. The subject line of this
email is my grandma faked her death?
Speaker 2 (12:53):
Hometown what?
Speaker 1 (12:55):
And then it starts Okay, so maybe she didn't create
some elaborate scheme for insurance fraud, but she definitely faked
her death and it's my favorite story. My Abulita Francis
was born in nineteen twenty nine and grew up in
rural northern Colorado. When she was about twelve years old,
she used to get picked on by a group of
older girls while walking home from school. These girls would
call her names, kick her shins, pull her hair, push her,
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tease her, etc. They were always really mean to her.
One day, my Abulita decided she'd had enough after school
one afternoon, She ran ahead of everyone and laid down
in a ditch and waited.
Speaker 2 (13:29):
She took her braids out and messed up her hair.
Speaker 1 (13:32):
She even went as far as to pick the scabs
on her shins and smeared the blood all over her
arms and legs. Gross but smart for a twelve year
old what She closed her eyes and lay in wait
as she waited for the mean girls to walk past
the shallow ditch, knowing that she would be within eyesight
of the girls. Sure enough, the group of girls walked
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by and saw her quote unquote lifeless body. They screamed
and panicked until my Abolita sat up laughed at them hysterically.
Those girls never bothered her again.
Speaker 2 (14:04):
Yeah, like God, capable of anything.
Speaker 1 (14:08):
Maya believe to always said they probably thought she was
crazy after that, but she didn't care because they stopped
picking on her. I have plenty of other grandma stories
from her, but this one is my favorite. She was
my best friend and I miss her dearly. She was
never afraid to speak what was on her mind, and
she was definitely down for a prank or two. She
was feisty but kind, My favorite person. Thanks for the
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best podcast ever and for being wonderful humans. Stay sexy,
and don't pick your scabs. You might need them to
fake your own death.
Speaker 3 (14:36):
Rachel, Oh my god, I can like feel that for
some reason, like the scab picky things. So yes, unhinged
team building questions. Hey, hello, and hi like the good
lesbian I am. I've spent most of my life playing
and coaching softball.
Speaker 2 (14:56):
Nice. Yeah.
Speaker 3 (14:57):
Getting a group of eighteen year old girls to work
together on and off the field has always been a challenge,
but post COVID rough it felt like they had completely
forgotten how to connect with each other, even on a
surface level. So I started doing a question of the
day during stretch circles. In practice, it began innocently enough.
What's your dream vacation spot? If you could have any superpower,
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what would it be? You're on a road trip and
stop at a gas station? What are you grabbing? But
after a month of this, my inner murderino slash unhinged
self took the wheel and that's when things got fun.
Some favorites what's your personal version of hell? Top answers
included having to turn around in high five people after
bowling like new fear and luck.
Speaker 2 (15:39):
I get it.
Speaker 1 (15:39):
Do you know that the first time I went bowling,
I was very stoned.
Speaker 2 (15:43):
I went to walk up bowl as a kid. No,
the first time you went bowling you were old enough
to be stoned. Yeah, it's in college. I don't know why.
I'm like floored by that.
Speaker 1 (15:51):
Yeah, we never did it, and we had a wonderful
bowling alley, but we just never did it.
Speaker 3 (15:55):
There's a lot of activities I did a lot of
as a kid because my parents were divorced, so my
dad had to find things to do with us.
Speaker 2 (15:59):
On the base. He so bowling was one bowling a
miniature golf.
Speaker 1 (16:03):
I did a lot of yeah, point being just that
when I went to stand up to go bowl, it
looked like there was like a spotlight, because you know
how it's like all dark here and then there's light
up there and then and I didn't know how to
do it, so I was like, I can't do it.
My friends were like, shut up, Karen.
Speaker 2 (16:18):
It was like center stage.
Speaker 1 (16:20):
You clearly have no problem with showing off and being
in spotlight, but it like all became too much pressure
and like so crazy. It was hilariously, I'm that's delayed
bowling experience.
Speaker 3 (16:32):
And then and being stuck on a never ending zoom
call where no one hangs up and you're forced to
small talk until the end of time. Absolutely chilling, so true.
But my all time favorite was this question. Hypothetically, if
you became a serial killer and ended up with a
documentary about your life, what's the one thing you did
as a kid that your family would say was the
first sign? My answer, when I was five years old,
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I stripped my cat's tail with wire strippers.
Speaker 2 (17:00):
What the actual fuck?
Speaker 3 (17:01):
My dad worked for Kenwood at the time, and these
were very common around the house.
Speaker 2 (17:05):
I swear, I'm okay, and so is the cat. Yeah okay.
Speaker 3 (17:08):
One of my players said she used to collect roly polies,
build them little families and keep them as friends. She
would bring them to bed, name them, feed them the
whole nine yards the first sign that's something that's not right.
These daily questions became something we all looked forward to,
and it helped those girls bond in the weirdest, most
beautiful way. Some of them are still close friends to
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this day. My wife and I are beyond excited to
see you in Seattle for both shows.
Speaker 1 (17:33):
Hey, thank you, thank you. That's nice.
Speaker 2 (17:35):
That is nice for going to be different stories.
Speaker 3 (17:37):
I swear, if you hadn't had one already, you have
to try a Seattle dog while you visit a delicious
blend of cream cheese, onions, and hot dog.
Speaker 2 (17:47):
Don't knock it until you try it blend.
Speaker 1 (17:49):
So are they saying it's the hot dog itself is
blended up?
Speaker 2 (17:52):
No, it can't be. No. No, like chopped chop tk
dogs like creamed with cream cheese. It's creamed. It's like
a hot dog salad, like a ham salad.
Speaker 3 (18:03):
I need a picture of this SSDGM Amanda Amanda amazing job.
Speaker 1 (18:09):
And also I think when you're little sometimes you like
I remember I got a kitten and I washed it
because I gave it a bath. Yeah, washed it, and
it freaked out, hated it. And then the next day
it ran away and it was really little, and I
felt guilty about it for years and years, and then
it was just like, yeah, you were just trying to
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get it had fleas on it, like you were just.
Speaker 2 (18:31):
Trying to Yeah.
Speaker 1 (18:32):
But that's how you learn to treat animals nicely as
you see the results of what you do.
Speaker 3 (18:38):
I whiskers, I covered whiskers and barettes once, my childhood cat. Yeah,
my mom's she remembers standing in the kitchen and seeing
whiskers run by covered in barettes.
Speaker 2 (18:50):
This is how we know. Yeah, Okay.
Speaker 1 (18:52):
My last email is I married an urban legend, so
it says hello, my favorite ladies. I was a kid
growing up in the eighties in Connecticut. My three siblings
and I had the kind of childhood that was of
eighties legend, riding bikes until dark, roller skating around the
cul de Sac, catching snapping turtles in the local pond, wow,
and running around past sunset with no supervision, you know,
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classic eighties chaos. As a kid, I always remembered my
mom telling us a story of her high school friend's
son who was my age. One day, he was jumping
from bed to bed and he fell and landed on
a pair of scissors, which punctured his lung and nicked
his heart. This accident nearly killed him, but thankfully he
recovered after months in the hospital. My mom used this
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tale as a constant warning, don't jump on the bed,
don't leave scissors out. Even our babysitter told the same
story to other kids. It was practically a local folk tale.
Cut to fifteen years later. I had moved from Connecticut
to Oregon, and I was working as a barista while
attending community college and generally trying to figure my life out.
That's literally what figuring your life out in the twenties
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looks like.
Speaker 2 (19:57):
Yeah've seen it.
Speaker 1 (19:57):
I started working with an amazing woman and we instantly connected.
We became fast friends, and she introduced me to her family,
who made me feel like I was back home. They
were warm and loud and wonderful. We quickly found out
why we were so connected. My mom and her mom
grew up together in Connecticut. Holy shit, they even double
dated at senior prom when my mom was dating my dad.
Speaker 2 (20:20):
Wow. Crazy Yeah.
Speaker 1 (20:21):
After high school, her mom moved to California and eventually Oregon,
which brings us to when I met them. After about
a year of meeting her and her family, I met
her brother, he had recently moved home after serving as
a marine. At first, we were both dating other people,
but there was something between us. Our paths kept crossing,
and eventually we started seeing each other. There was something
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about this guy. He was kind, generous and funny as hell.
One day we were lying around swapping childhood stories, and
he started telling me about this accident he had.
Speaker 2 (20:51):
When he was a kid.
Speaker 1 (20:52):
He and his sisters were playing carnival and were cutting
up tickets. They had left a pair of those huge
steel scissors on his bed. Later, he was jumping from
bed to bed and he fell. And then then this
is written as him talking. They punctured my lung and
nicked my heart, He said, casually, wait what, He lifted
his shirt and showed me the two scars. After the accident,
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he somehow managed to walk into the kitchen, looked at
his mom and said, hey, mom before collapsing. His mom
threw him and his sisters into the station wagon and
hauled asked to the hospital. He arrived near death and
spent six months in the ICU.
Speaker 2 (21:29):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (21:30):
We were dating for a little over a year before
I brought him back home to Connecticut to meet my family.
I told my siblings the story of the scissors, and
my brother exclaimed, you're dating an urban legend. We've been
together twenty five years, have two amazing daughters, and were
celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary this month, says I love
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you Billy Brown. Wow, that's why she wrote it in
It's their twentieth anniversary. I love you Billy Brown, and
I'm so glad you survived your injuries forty something years ago.
Stay sexy and don't let your kids play with scissors, LB,
And it says ps, I grew up going to Action
Park every summer and definitely have a.
Speaker 2 (22:11):
Few more near death experiences to share. Stay tuned. Oh
my god, that's lby so cute. Oh, I love you
Billy Brown. I love you Billy. That's the cutest thing
of all time.
Speaker 3 (22:22):
Tell us your urban legend town stories. But also I
think it's really important. My favorite murder at Gmail tell
us your the one thing that you did as a kid,
but they would say it's the first time something is
wrong with you.
Speaker 1 (22:33):
Yes, And also it should probably be something you still
feel bad about to this day, which is the proof
that you're not a serial killer.
Speaker 2 (22:40):
Feel bad about, are embarrassed about? I like embarrassed and
we're like, wow, who was that? Or hey, tell us
the story about your kid and what they do too. Yeah.
My favorite murder at Gmail.
Speaker 1 (22:50):
Nark and your children here on this podcast.
Speaker 2 (22:52):
It could be anonymous. That's true? Was that it? That's it?
I think that was fast. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (22:57):
Well, you know, we've got all kinds of categories for
you to write in and tell us your personal stories.
Speaker 2 (23:02):
Yes, please do. We appreciate it so much.
Speaker 1 (23:05):
And you know, if you just love Billy Brown and
you want to write in about it.
Speaker 2 (23:08):
We'd love to hear about that too. Sure, why not
say sexy and don't get murdered?
Speaker 3 (23:12):
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We read you your stories? Are you ready be care?
Should I go first?
Speaker 1 (00:25):
Sure?
Speaker 3 (00:26):
This is called Rural Wisconsin, Shenanigan's Alcoholism and a fire,
perfect pleasantries, pleasantries. I love MFM and listening to your banter.
Thank you for being a part of my life for
the past eight years. Let's dive in because it's long,
but worth it. My family is very Wisconsin, Like very Wisconsin,
where beer runs in our veins, our favorite hobby is fishing,
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and our kids grow.
Speaker 2 (00:49):
Up next to hunting rifles.
Speaker 3 (00:52):
I heard the story after a couple of heavily poored
margaritas at a family gathering. My grandfather, who I nicknamed
Bapa when I was little, began the story by explaining
the morning ritual, a shot of yeagermeister.
Speaker 2 (01:05):
Oh wow, what a start.
Speaker 3 (01:07):
The hard shots were taken at dawn in a forgotten
cabin on a rough road before Bapa, his thirteen year
old son aka my uncle Gary, my great uncle Bobby, Charlie,
and my cousin Parker said off with loaded rifles into
the forest. What they were hunting has been lost to history.
Speaker 1 (01:23):
Sorry, they were doing yeager shots before they go hunt.
Uh huh, that's serious.
Speaker 2 (01:29):
Ugh, yeah, I want to start.
Speaker 1 (01:31):
It's like swallowing your toothpaste spit and then going to
kill animals. Yeah, look, no judgments. We so judge a
lot of people like it, but.
Speaker 2 (01:38):
That's what we're here for.
Speaker 3 (01:39):
It's not for me at this point in telling a story,
but Papa needed a margarita refill, so my now adult
uncle Gary took over. Uncle Gary explained that the day
ended with the adults handing his thirteen year old self
a six pack of beer and telling him to entertain
himself and his cousin on the porch.
Speaker 2 (01:56):
Six packs or thirteen year old with an ankle, It's
a good way to babysit kids. Yeah, right, like Goby
drunk on the porch.
Speaker 3 (02:05):
With an incredulous laugh, My adult uncle Gary continued to
say that they finished the six pack, but the sun
hadn't set yet, so he stumbled into the wooden structure
to ask.
Speaker 2 (02:13):
What to do next.
Speaker 3 (02:15):
Like an old eighties cliche, he was handed another six
pack and told to return.
Speaker 2 (02:19):
When he finished it. Oh shit.
Speaker 3 (02:21):
It's unclear the amount of the next pack that he drank,
but he remembers suddenly being inside the cabin and hearing
a dreamy knock on the front door neighbors, My uncle
Gary boozily opened the door to find a middle aged
man sweating and frantically waving his hands. The man at
the door stated that his house was across the street
and on fire, with no thoughts in his brain.
Speaker 2 (02:41):
My uncle blinked and then.
Speaker 3 (02:43):
Closed the door on the poor panicked man. The shit
faced thirteen year old answers the door, take care, can't.
The man continued to knock intently on the door, intill
one of the now plastered adults finally noticed the disturbance.
Bobby and Charlie heard that the house across the street
was on fire, and, fueled by alcohol, ran into the
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burning building to check for animals and turn off the
gas line.
Speaker 1 (03:07):
I'm sorry, check for animals on the weekend where they
go to kill animals.
Speaker 2 (03:12):
Pets are different.
Speaker 4 (03:13):
No, you know, vicious, vicious? Sure, we don't want an
animals to die. Wait, what have you been doing all day?
In real time at the margarita bar, My uncle Gary
turns to my Bapa, who sheepishly returned to the conversation
refill drink in hand. My Bapa sighs, but continues telling
the increasingly ridiculous story. My theater inclined Bapa grabbed the
neighbor by the shoulders and began to sing the first
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song that popped into his head at the time, This
little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, so
show face.
Speaker 2 (03:40):
I mean.
Speaker 3 (03:41):
Imagine a strong tenor voice carrying across the street, staring
at a burning house while praising the light. A roaring
siren interrupts the poorly chosen ballad as the fire truck
appears down the road, but stop short. That's when everyone
realizes something is blocking the road. My thirteen year old
uncle Gary was lying drunkenly, passed out in front of
the fire.
Speaker 2 (04:00):
This is Jesus Christ.
Speaker 3 (04:03):
He doesn't know how he got there or anything else
about that night, but he was moved.
Speaker 2 (04:06):
The house was put out, and no one.
Speaker 1 (04:08):
Got tickets or killed or CPS called on them.
Speaker 3 (04:11):
Right somehow, all family members involved turn out to be okay,
human beings and productive members of society. Hey, hey, I
love them all to death and will never trade their
recklessness for anything. Wisconsin may be rough and tough, but
the beauty of Wisconsin's nature is unparalleled.
Speaker 2 (04:27):
Bring a gun into it.
Speaker 3 (04:28):
I mean, stay saxy and don't give your thirteen year
old a couple of six packs.
Speaker 1 (04:32):
See, I mean it is true that, like, if you're
going away for a hunting weekend and that's what you're doing.
Speaker 2 (04:39):
Yeah, and you're in nature, there's a safety to it. Yeah,
you're just kind of out and about but intense. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (04:46):
Well, this is a bit of a left turn because
this is more serious. The subject line of this email
is sorority stalker, and it says Hi, Karen and Georgia
and pets. I spent my freshman at sophomore years of
college at a state university in upstate New York, though
my whole life I was already living in upstate New York.
Apparently living two hours north of NYC does not count
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as upstate. I would have thought it that it would,
but then I found myself an hour away from the
Canadian border in a small college town that perpetually smelled
of cowshit.
Speaker 2 (05:17):
That's how I grow anyway.
Speaker 1 (05:18):
Greek life was a huge part of the culture there,
so practically everyone was either in a frat or a
sorority or knew someone who was. Being such a small
school word started to travel fast. My sophomore year that
there was an anonymous stalker on campus who was terrorizing
one group of sorority girls. In particular, about a dozen
girls in the Sigma Kappa sorority had been receiving ominous
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warnings and threatening text messages from an unknown number, saying
things like it's not safe out there tonight Kappa's and
I'm not the threat, but harm is coming. At one point,
he even texted one of the girls saying I'm in
the house.
Speaker 2 (05:56):
Oh my god. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (05:58):
At the time, no one could figure out who this
person was or how they had found the girl's numbers,
but it was pretty apparent that the anonymous texter somehow
knew the sorority's social calendar as well. At one point,
Sigma Kappa had planned a wedding with their brother frat, which,
as far as I can remember, it was just a
party where the girls were all white and got fake
married to a guy from the brother frat. Before the wedding,
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one of the girls got a message from the anonymous
number saying I'm excited for the wedding. Hope you don't
wear anything that can stain. Please don't cancel again. I
want to have fun this time. Creepy, so creepy. Later
he went on to say that he wanted to cause
as much harm as possible, even if that resulted in death,
and that he was willing to die by the police.
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Needless to say, everyone on campus was pretty freaked out
by this point. Parties were canceled, Vague emails from the
university administration were sent to students to alert them to
a possible threat, and the university police got involved. They
tried to trace the number but found it was actually
registered to a fake number generator online. Some students tried
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calling it, and eventually one person got through, but whoever
picked up on the other line was using a voice
changing app, so they couldn't tell if the voice was
someone they knew or not. From what a news article says,
the conversation was pretty bizarre, with the anonymous creep saying
that he knew he was unstable, his parents were divorced,
and then he was also on xanax. I remember some
of my roommate sorority sisters trying to add the number
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on Snapchat to see if the person had their snap
location on. I don't remember if that worked, but my
guess was it didn't because the harassment stayed anonymous, and
it also got worse. Pretty soon after the text started.
Some of the girls started receiving random phone calls from
around five dozen men who are trying to solicit them
for sex. No turns out the anonymous texter had posted
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their phone numbers to a website advertising for sex workers.
After a while, the harassment started to narrow down to
one sorority girl in particular, she received an anonymous package
in the mail containing a book entitled I'm Waked You,
and she even started to receive drugs like cocaine and
meth in the mail, which the anonymous stalker notified the
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school about in an email in an attempt to get
her arrested.
Speaker 2 (08:10):
Holy shit.
Speaker 1 (08:11):
The crazy part is at that time I was working
in the university mail room, and I didn't even know that.
I vaguely remember the other student workers around that time
talking about the police coming in to confiscate someone's package
because it had drugs in it, but I had just
assumed some dumbass had mailed themselves weed or something like that.
Our boss, who was not a student, had a habit
of smelling suspicious packages and then calling the police if
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it smelled even vaguely like weed.
Speaker 2 (08:36):
She was lame as hell.
Speaker 1 (08:37):
Long story short, the FBI got involved and tracked the
creep to Long Island. He ended up being one of
the girls controlling ex boyfriends who just could not get
over the breakup and obviously had some serious mental health issues.
When they arrested him, they also found an AR fifteen
semi automatic rifle, which he owned legally.
Speaker 2 (08:59):
Of course.
Speaker 1 (09:00):
It actually was really terrifying to think about what this
guy might have been capable of if he wasn't caught
in time. And all I can say is I'm glad
I transferred shortly after that, not only because that school
was the target of a crazy stalker, potential murderer, but
as it turns out, it was also absolutely chock full
of asbestos too. Holy shit, stay sexy and don't terrorize
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an entire group of people just because you can't handle rejection.
Speaker 2 (09:24):
Abby, Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (09:26):
And then Abby left a note. The story got picked
up by page six.
Speaker 2 (09:30):
It was so bad. That is, before it got like
really kind of personal.
Speaker 3 (09:35):
I thought it was just going to be one of
the girl, other girls in the sorority, maybe just extending
threatening texts, just like.
Speaker 2 (09:41):
Being an asshole to somebody. Yeah, but that is fucking scary.
Speaker 1 (09:44):
It's also like to do it to an entire sorority
is so ted bundy coated.
Speaker 2 (09:51):
If I may use that language.
Speaker 3 (09:52):
It's like if I'm against one woman, I'm against all women.
Speaker 2 (09:55):
Yeah kind of a thing. Yeah, it fucked up, so
fucked up.
Speaker 3 (10:01):
This one's called trash mom question mark. Hi, all can't
think of anything witty, so I'll just jump in. Back
when I was seven or eight, so ninety four or
ninety five, I had been out all day with my
mom and on the way home, we stopped at the
Safeway to grab me a lunchible and snacks. I had
a field drip the next day and we had to
bring our own bag lunch fuck y.
Speaker 2 (10:20):
Allunchibles.
Speaker 1 (10:21):
Lunchibles were banned at my sister's school because there's not
one ounce of protein or vitamins or anything in them.
They're like, it's literally like just eating something bad.
Speaker 2 (10:31):
Yeah, I love it.
Speaker 3 (10:32):
On a road trip, we shopped and checked out, but
on our return to the car, my mother realized that
she had locked the keys inside in the ignition.
Speaker 2 (10:41):
Oh remember when you used to I did that before
for sure.
Speaker 3 (10:44):
This was before cell phones were a big thing, So
she summoned help from people in the parking lot. Hey, everyone,
gather around, I really need you to help me. They
tried to jimmy the door but were unsuccessful. So what
did my mom do? Send me with the courtesy driver
that was outside of the store or asking people if
they needed rides?
Speaker 2 (11:02):
Is that a thing? I mean, I got sounds like
a stranger offering people rides.
Speaker 1 (11:07):
A weird stranger in a car who's like, I'll be
courtesy driver at the grocery store.
Speaker 2 (11:11):
What is a courtesy driver?
Speaker 1 (11:13):
Is that like a small town thing? Maybe must be
like older people. That might mean yeah, if they can't drive.
Speaker 2 (11:17):
Yeah, says that's right.
Speaker 3 (11:20):
She sent me with a stranger to go home and
get her spare keys from my grandmother, Peggy.
Speaker 2 (11:27):
Peggy.
Speaker 3 (11:28):
Luckily I'm able to tell this story, so I didn't
get kidnapped or murdered. But how crazy is that? I
don't understand why we both didn't ride with him. Yes,
since I had to bring the key back. Maybe she
thought someone would break in and steal the car since
the keys were in there.
Speaker 2 (11:42):
But better your daughter than the car.
Speaker 1 (11:45):
I mean, I don't know how you'd deal with that.
Speaker 3 (11:48):
The thinking and this person's seven or eight years old.
By the way, this isn't a teenager.
Speaker 2 (11:53):
It's just such a trader.
Speaker 3 (11:54):
Yeah, wow, who knows stay sexy and don't send your
daughter with a strange man.
Speaker 2 (12:00):
Basic parenting one on one Jay she her.
Speaker 1 (12:04):
There's so many layers. It's so many layers of questions.
Speaker 3 (12:08):
Yeah, but most importantly, what the hell is a courtesy driver?
And can and do have stories about that as well?
I think the older person thing is sounds right, yeah,
or like people who got drunk at the Safeway and
you'd like a designated driver.
Speaker 1 (12:21):
There's all these people just go to the liquor aisle, yeah,
and just start cracking beer lugging. Also, you know, there's
that like thought puzzle of there's a guy and he's
got a fox and a chicken and a bag of grain,
and he has to get them all across the river
on his raft, and how do you do it so
that the fox doesn't eat the chicken and the chicken
doesn't eat the grain combinations. That's like that with this
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seven a seven year old and a courtesy driver and
a mom and some keys, and the keys in the
edition don't eat those keys. The subject line of this
email is my grandma faked her death?
Speaker 2 (12:53):
Hometown what?
Speaker 1 (12:55):
And then it starts Okay, so maybe she didn't create
some elaborate scheme for insurance fraud, but she definitely faked
her death and it's my favorite story. My Abulita Francis
was born in nineteen twenty nine and grew up in
rural northern Colorado. When she was about twelve years old,
she used to get picked on by a group of
older girls while walking home from school. These girls would
call her names, kick her shins, pull her hair, push her,
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tease her, etc. They were always really mean to her.
One day, my Abulita decided she'd had enough after school
one afternoon, She ran ahead of everyone and laid down
in a ditch and waited.
Speaker 2 (13:29):
She took her braids out and messed up her hair.
Speaker 1 (13:32):
She even went as far as to pick the scabs
on her shins and smeared the blood all over her
arms and legs. Gross but smart for a twelve year
old what She closed her eyes and lay in wait
as she waited for the mean girls to walk past
the shallow ditch, knowing that she would be within eyesight
of the girls. Sure enough, the group of girls walked
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by and saw her quote unquote lifeless body. They screamed
and panicked until my Abolita sat up laughed at them hysterically.
Those girls never bothered her again.
Speaker 2 (14:04):
Yeah, like God, capable of anything.
Speaker 1 (14:08):
Maya believe to always said they probably thought she was
crazy after that, but she didn't care because they stopped
picking on her. I have plenty of other grandma stories
from her, but this one is my favorite. She was
my best friend and I miss her dearly. She was
never afraid to speak what was on her mind, and
she was definitely down for a prank or two. She
was feisty but kind, My favorite person. Thanks for the
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best podcast ever and for being wonderful humans. Stay sexy,
and don't pick your scabs. You might need them to
fake your own death.
Speaker 3 (14:36):
Rachel, Oh my god, I can like feel that for
some reason, like the scab picky things. So yes, unhinged
team building questions. Hey, hello, and hi like the good
lesbian I am. I've spent most of my life playing
and coaching softball.
Speaker 2 (14:56):
Nice. Yeah.
Speaker 3 (14:57):
Getting a group of eighteen year old girls to work
together on and off the field has always been a challenge,
but post COVID rough it felt like they had completely
forgotten how to connect with each other, even on a
surface level. So I started doing a question of the
day during stretch circles. In practice, it began innocently enough.
What's your dream vacation spot? If you could have any superpower,
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what would it be? You're on a road trip and
stop at a gas station? What are you grabbing? But
after a month of this, my inner murderino slash unhinged
self took the wheel and that's when things got fun.
Some favorites what's your personal version of hell? Top answers
included having to turn around in high five people after
bowling like new fear and luck.
Speaker 2 (15:39):
I get it.
Speaker 1 (15:39):
Do you know that the first time I went bowling,
I was very stoned.
Speaker 2 (15:43):
I went to walk up bowl as a kid. No,
the first time you went bowling you were old enough
to be stoned. Yeah, it's in college. I don't know why.
I'm like floored by that.
Speaker 1 (15:51):
Yeah, we never did it, and we had a wonderful
bowling alley, but we just never did it.
Speaker 3 (15:55):
There's a lot of activities I did a lot of
as a kid because my parents were divorced, so my
dad had to find things to do with us.
Speaker 2 (15:59):
On the base. He so bowling was one bowling a
miniature golf.
Speaker 1 (16:03):
I did a lot of yeah, point being just that
when I went to stand up to go bowl, it
looked like there was like a spotlight, because you know
how it's like all dark here and then there's light
up there and then and I didn't know how to
do it, so I was like, I can't do it.
My friends were like, shut up, Karen.
Speaker 2 (16:18):
It was like center stage.
Speaker 1 (16:20):
You clearly have no problem with showing off and being
in spotlight, but it like all became too much pressure
and like so crazy. It was hilariously, I'm that's delayed
bowling experience.
Speaker 3 (16:32):
And then and being stuck on a never ending zoom
call where no one hangs up and you're forced to
small talk until the end of time. Absolutely chilling, so true.
But my all time favorite was this question. Hypothetically, if
you became a serial killer and ended up with a
documentary about your life, what's the one thing you did
as a kid that your family would say was the
first sign? My answer, when I was five years old,
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I stripped my cat's tail with wire strippers.
Speaker 2 (17:00):
What the actual fuck?
Speaker 3 (17:01):
My dad worked for Kenwood at the time, and these
were very common around the house.
Speaker 2 (17:05):
I swear, I'm okay, and so is the cat. Yeah okay.
Speaker 3 (17:08):
One of my players said she used to collect roly polies,
build them little families and keep them as friends. She
would bring them to bed, name them, feed them the
whole nine yards the first sign that's something that's not right.
These daily questions became something we all looked forward to,
and it helped those girls bond in the weirdest, most
beautiful way. Some of them are still close friends to
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this day. My wife and I are beyond excited to
see you in Seattle for both shows.
Speaker 1 (17:33):
Hey, thank you, thank you. That's nice.
Speaker 2 (17:35):
That is nice for going to be different stories.
Speaker 3 (17:37):
I swear, if you hadn't had one already, you have
to try a Seattle dog while you visit a delicious
blend of cream cheese, onions, and hot dog.
Speaker 2 (17:47):
Don't knock it until you try it blend.
Speaker 1 (17:49):
So are they saying it's the hot dog itself is
blended up?
Speaker 2 (17:52):
No, it can't be. No. No, like chopped chop tk
dogs like creamed with cream cheese. It's creamed. It's like
a hot dog salad, like a ham salad.
Speaker 3 (18:03):
I need a picture of this SSDGM Amanda Amanda amazing job.
Speaker 1 (18:09):
And also I think when you're little sometimes you like
I remember I got a kitten and I washed it
because I gave it a bath. Yeah, washed it, and
it freaked out, hated it. And then the next day
it ran away and it was really little, and I
felt guilty about it for years and years, and then
it was just like, yeah, you were just trying to
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get it had fleas on it, like you were just.
Speaker 2 (18:31):
Trying to Yeah.
Speaker 1 (18:32):
But that's how you learn to treat animals nicely as
you see the results of what you do.
Speaker 3 (18:38):
I whiskers, I covered whiskers and barettes once, my childhood cat. Yeah,
my mom's she remembers standing in the kitchen and seeing
whiskers run by covered in barettes.
Speaker 2 (18:50):
This is how we know. Yeah, Okay.
Speaker 1 (18:52):
My last email is I married an urban legend, so
it says hello, my favorite ladies. I was a kid
growing up in the eighties in Connecticut. My three siblings
and I had the kind of childhood that was of
eighties legend, riding bikes until dark, roller skating around the
cul de Sac, catching snapping turtles in the local pond, wow,
and running around past sunset with no supervision, you know,
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classic eighties chaos. As a kid, I always remembered my
mom telling us a story of her high school friend's
son who was my age. One day, he was jumping
from bed to bed and he fell and landed on
a pair of scissors, which punctured his lung and nicked
his heart. This accident nearly killed him, but thankfully he
recovered after months in the hospital. My mom used this
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tale as a constant warning, don't jump on the bed,
don't leave scissors out. Even our babysitter told the same
story to other kids. It was practically a local folk tale.
Cut to fifteen years later. I had moved from Connecticut
to Oregon, and I was working as a barista while
attending community college and generally trying to figure my life out.
That's literally what figuring your life out in the twenties
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looks like.
Speaker 2 (19:57):
Yeah've seen it.
Speaker 1 (19:57):
I started working with an amazing woman and we instantly connected.
We became fast friends, and she introduced me to her family,
who made me feel like I was back home. They
were warm and loud and wonderful. We quickly found out
why we were so connected. My mom and her mom
grew up together in Connecticut. Holy shit, they even double
dated at senior prom when my mom was dating my dad.
Speaker 2 (20:20):
Wow. Crazy Yeah.
Speaker 1 (20:21):
After high school, her mom moved to California and eventually Oregon,
which brings us to when I met them. After about
a year of meeting her and her family, I met
her brother, he had recently moved home after serving as
a marine. At first, we were both dating other people,
but there was something between us. Our paths kept crossing,
and eventually we started seeing each other. There was something
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about this guy. He was kind, generous and funny as hell.
One day we were lying around swapping childhood stories, and
he started telling me about this accident he had.
Speaker 2 (20:51):
When he was a kid.
Speaker 1 (20:52):
He and his sisters were playing carnival and were cutting
up tickets. They had left a pair of those huge
steel scissors on his bed. Later, he was jumping from
bed to bed and he fell. And then then this
is written as him talking. They punctured my lung and
nicked my heart, He said, casually, wait what, He lifted
his shirt and showed me the two scars. After the accident,
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he somehow managed to walk into the kitchen, looked at
his mom and said, hey, mom before collapsing. His mom
threw him and his sisters into the station wagon and
hauled asked to the hospital. He arrived near death and
spent six months in the ICU.
Speaker 2 (21:29):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (21:30):
We were dating for a little over a year before
I brought him back home to Connecticut to meet my family.
I told my siblings the story of the scissors, and
my brother exclaimed, you're dating an urban legend. We've been
together twenty five years, have two amazing daughters, and were
celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary this month, says I love
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you Billy Brown. Wow, that's why she wrote it in
It's their twentieth anniversary. I love you Billy Brown, and
I'm so glad you survived your injuries forty something years ago.
Stay sexy and don't let your kids play with scissors, LB,
And it says ps, I grew up going to Action
Park every summer and definitely have a.
Speaker 2 (22:11):
Few more near death experiences to share. Stay tuned. Oh
my god, that's lby so cute. Oh, I love you
Billy Brown. I love you Billy. That's the cutest thing
of all time.
Speaker 3 (22:22):
Tell us your urban legend town stories. But also I
think it's really important. My favorite murder at Gmail tell
us your the one thing that you did as a kid,
but they would say it's the first time something is
wrong with you.
Speaker 1 (22:33):
Yes, And also it should probably be something you still
feel bad about to this day, which is the proof
that you're not a serial killer.
Speaker 2 (22:40):
Feel bad about, are embarrassed about? I like embarrassed and
we're like, wow, who was that? Or hey, tell us
the story about your kid and what they do too. Yeah.
My favorite murder at Gmail.
Speaker 1 (22:50):
Nark and your children here on this podcast.
Speaker 2 (22:52):
It could be anonymous. That's true? Was that it? That's it?
I think that was fast. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (22:57):
Well, you know, we've got all kinds of categories for
you to write in and tell us your personal stories.
Speaker 2 (23:02):
Yes, please do. We appreciate it so much.
Speaker 1 (23:05):
And you know, if you just love Billy Brown and
you want to write in about it.
Speaker 2 (23:08):
We'd love to hear about that too. Sure, why not
say sexy and don't get murdered?
Speaker 3 (23:12):
Goodbye, Elvis, Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 1 (23:22):
This has been an exactly right production.
Speaker 2 (23:24):
Our senior producers are Alle Hundra Keck and Molly Smith.
Our editor is Aristotle las Veda. This episode was mixed
by Leoni Squillacci.
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Speaker 2 (23:45):
Ye bye bye
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