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I was liveing in Brunswick for a while after this kind of ended, not long after the guy was shot in a pub on Sydney road.. Then just after I moved out this wierdo who ran a second hand store I used to walk by near the supermarket was killed, garoted, a friend of mine was actually there when they found him, she was just after some second hand junk.. Even though the gang war is aparently over it still goes on.
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Has anyone heard of the two boys who killed their father with a Baseball Bat 'coz a Pedo told them to do so? Yeah, happened in Pensacola.
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Oshkosh,Wi, where do I begin. I worked with a guy who drove forklift at a Union shop I once worked at. He gets hammered one night and kills his girlfriend who lives in the apartments my Mother-in-law works at. He slit her throat, set her head on fire, and then threw her in the tub before cutting off her arms and legs and gutting her like a deer. I've heard he also jacked off on her corpse but that part is just speculation. Then he drives 45 mins. to a near by town bar and orders a beer. He told the bartender what he had just done, covered in blood, and orders a beer. The bartender served him his beer before calling the police. When the cops came he gave himself up peacefully. We called him Rocky, he was a funny guy, he always had a joke. My friend who got me the job there grew up with the guy. My mother-in-law helped clean up the apartment after the police were done.
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Hm...in the outskirts of my city there are shantytowns where the poor people live. In these places there are drug dealers in charge, they are a sort of "kings" of such places and frequent enough, they order the murder of some people. I've been told that you don't get robbed there, because if you are, you can talk to the drug dealers from that place and they WILL find who did that and burn them alive. Besides, they kill people who own they money and there are shootings betwen them and police officers, where many innocent people die too...pretty sad...
not as bizarre as the case milktoaste mentioned, but if there's something that is not lacking in my city is killers :-S Last edited by skull_fracture; 02-06-2009 at 04:18 PM. |
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uh oh-lake ahavsu!
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why do illiterate new members flock to the true crime section?
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Now that that's out of the way, last summer a truck driver had a heart attack while hauling a trailor full of cows. I'm talking over 20 cows. The truck and trailor flips over and spews cows all over Highway 41. Cows are incredibaly tuff, and few were injured, but all became either deathly afraid or super pissed off. Like a disorganized stampede, cows began running around and slamming into cars on the freeway. And they would not stop! Eventualy the majority of the cows had to be 'put down' by law enforcement. Noone was killed, and it wasn't really a crime, oh well. It still made for some awesome front page news.
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America's first serial killers, the Harpe brothers, ran around my neck of the woods. I always thought they'd be a good subject for a movie.
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