Posts Tagged ‘Abuse of a Corpse’

Davis

By ThinkGoat

Corpus Christi, Florida In March of this year, Kevin Davis decided he’d run away from home, so he jumped on his bicycle and peddled his happy ass out of town. Riding along the railroad tracks, he decided to ditch his bike and his backpack behind some brush, walk up to the first house he saw, knocked upon the door and asked the poor residents to call the police because he’d just killed somebody. The most I ever get at my front door are Jehovah’s Witnesses and the pissed off neighbors.

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Nash2

By ThinkGoat

Lancaster, New Hampshire  Jesus Christ . I don’t know who’d be brave enough to head into a cemetery in the middle of the night with someone who looks like that but apparently there were three stupid brave individuals who fit the bill. I have to wonder how she got anyone to go along with her great idea but nowhere did it mention persuasion with drugs and/or alcohol. There had to be something because I’d like to think I have some pretty cool friends, but dude, I have to mention alcohol to get even one of them to show up to help dig a hole to bury a fucking hamster. Even then they bitch about the work it takes and always question the over-sized box I’ve chosen that’s pretty much pointless in the whole scheme of things. Point is: How much bitching did these friends do when they got about 8 shovel-fulls in and realized this bitch was serious about shaking down her dad who’d been dead for about ten years?
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wilson

By ThinkGoat

Memphis, Tennessee  Really? It’s Crime Crawlers. I’m not going to waste my precious time on some idiot who decides to risk life and limb on some sharp-assed metal only to get a few bucks in his pocket for groceries, tuition, whores, drugs, or a 40 oz. This story stood out because of something that prompted this quick-thinking dialog: “I’m like, man, what the hell you got going on, bro? He said something like he didn’t mean to kill him. I said, kill who brother? I don’t want to know who that is, I don’t want to know. You don’t got to tell me.”
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By ThinkGoat

Wyalusing, Pennsylvania Salad Fingers may be a cartoon (which, by the way, it’s an awesome one at that) but I never thought I’d ever run across a prime example of life imitating art – or vice versa. At least not to this degree. And I never in a million years thought I’d be fortunate enough to “happen” upon a story such as this. Although I’ve sat on this “case” for a few days, in idle times I’ve thought about little else. In the original source, the journalist was correct when describing the past decade of Jean’s life’s decisions “a bit sad, and in [their] own peculiar way, sweet.” What they left out was “disturbing”, “twisted”, and plain “fucked-up”. But there’s something endearing about this lady that, if only for a split-second, makes you feel pretty badly for her. Then the cold-hard question of “what the hell?” comes crashing the party and well, Jean has some major issues. (more…)

By ThinkGoat

Kunkletown, Pennsylvania You’re pregnant and you start having contractions. Your loved one is not with you so you call, a little freaked-out and wanting reassurance everything is going to be fine. In a normal world, the loved one promises to high-tail it home and arranges for someone to get to the house who may be a little closer. And if it’s become an emergency situation, they call 911 and defy the speed of sounds getting to the hospital so as to not miss this special moment. In a normal world. But when it involves a 13-year-old girl, her 30-year-old boyfriend, and a self-induced abortion with a pencil, the normalcy goes out of the window and the bizarre takes hold. (more…)