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Imagine you’re sleeping. Suddenly you wake up and someone is rubbing spices on you and hitting your buddy with a sausage. Both the spices and the sausage came from your own kitchen. What the fuck. Then the guy runs out in only a shirt, boxer shorts and socks. You discover some money is mmissing, but …
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>Here’s another one for the wackos doing crazy things files. The poor unnamed ATV-driver was just driving along in a ditch when he was hit by a pickup truck. The driver of the truck doused him in gasoline and tried to set him on fire! Luckily he failed, but what the hell is that? That …
Wow. This whole greyhound beheading thing just keeps getting weirder. Now, there are articles saying that Li cut off pieces of flesh from the victim and ate them. What the hell happened in this guy’s brain? Was he really that hungry? I mean, they just left a rest stop. Couldn’t he have bought a sandwich …
Australia’s Brendon Alan Erhardt, 39, was recently stopped by police for speeding. Not only was he speeding, he was also driving the old stick shift if you catch my drift. But he wasn’t just playing the pink oboe either. He was also filming himself. Filming himself in a car full of drugs and a loaded …
When I take a trip on a Greyhound, I usually have some kind of adventure. Either there’s a goofy driver who thinks I’m too short to ride alone, or there was that time that a woman came into the customer service office crying because her purse had been snatched and then told me *I* was …
>What the hell is Robyn Lee’s issue? Why the hell would Shenna Ferguson be hanging around with her? People usually don’t go from nice neighbour/friend to completely deranged lunatic in a millisecond. At least I hope they don’t, or I’ll have to be on high alert for the rest of my life! Threatening someone who …
Uh, I think we may have found the rest of Timothy Placko’s stuff. It was found smothering Joyce Germain. A foot spa? An iron chord around her neck? A construction hat on top of the pile of household items? A toaster hanging over the shower rail? A clothespin on her genetals? But two autopsies cannot …
The best word I can come upwith to describe this one is what the fuck? Timothy J. Placko was stopped by police in Port St. Lucie, Florida, who noticed his van driving down a wooded trail Sunday night. I don’t quite know how to describe what happened next, so some snips will have to do. …
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That’s a new one. Is it good enough to belong in the oompa loompas/Egypt-obsessed stranglers/drunken stuffed dog-screwers/teddy-bear plant stand shrines files? I’m not sure, but it’s weird. Picture this old guy in a convenience store buying some stuff. As he leaves, he gets ker smucked in the shoulder by a random yellow bag. It happens …
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Huh? Why did she let him into her house at 3 in the morning if she never talked to him except online and he called with a strange request to sleep somewhere else? And…hoola hoops and hay? And…pink glitter? We’re developing a set of cases for the What the Fuck Department. bongo drum teddy bear …
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