The Glasgow Ice Cream Wars were less "scoops and sprinkles" and more "pints and punches." In 1980s Scotland, rival ice cream van operators turned their turf battles into a bizarre yet brutal underworld saga, dealing more in drugs and stolen goods than soft-serve cones. Picture Goodfellas with a Mr. Whippy soundtrack, where the stakes weren’t just about who sold more cones, but who controlled the streets. What started as turf disputes escalated into violence, arson, and even murder, proving that in Glasgow, the competition over ice cream routes was chillingly intense.

In this episode, we’re diving into the story of Roselle, the guide dog with nerves of steel who led her human down 78 floors of the World Trade Center on September 11th. While everyone else was losing their minds, Roselle kept her cool, guided her human to safety, and set a new standard for “having it all together.” Join us for a look at this incredible canine hero who was just doing her job…better than any human could.

Katherine Knight stands out as one of Australia’s most infamous figures—think Down Under's answer to Hannibal Lecter, but somehow even more unsettling. Katherine was a butcher by trade, and when she wasn’t slicing meat at work, she was slicing up the hearts of anyone who dared to love her. Enter John Price, her unlucky boyfriend who thought he could handle her fiery temper. Unfortunately, he didn’t realize he’d end up as the main course. One night in 2000, Katherine decided to end things with Price in the most nightmarish way possible. When police arrived at the scene, they found a gruesome display that would leave even seasoned detectives wishing they could unsee it. Let’s just say, she set the table with a horror that looked straight out of a B-grade slasher flick, complete with place settings for his kids as if she was hosting some macabre dinner party. Today, Katherine is serving life in prison—no chance of parole, no knives, and hopefully no more cooking. Her story remains a dark reminder that sometimes, it’s better to swipe left when your date’s past involves a little too much butchery experience.

Our flagship Halloween epsiode. This is a draft of the best movies monsters from history and today. This one is for all the marbles. 

We wanted to get into the Halloween season with some strange and unusual cryptids. We cover real life sandworms, ghost elephants, batsquatches, and the Dildo monster. Enjoy!

The gang relives the Halloween-themed childhood trauma inflicted on them by their parents poor choices. If you needs some dos and don'ts for this years Halloween costume, look no further. 

Richard Montañez: Flamin’ Hot Fraud or Flavor God? So, let me set the scene. You’ve got this guy, Richard Montañez, who started out as a humble janitor at Frito-Lay and skyrocketed to fame by claiming he was the culinary genius behind Flamin' Hot Cheetos—the spicy snack that has burned the mouths (and stomach linings) of millions. But, much like biting into one too many of these fiery corn puffs, his rags-to-riches tale left us feeling a little… queasy. Montañez’s story was the stuff of legend: a Cinderella tale where instead of a glass slipper, we’ve got a bag of spicy Cheetos, and instead of a prince, we’ve got PepsiCo's executives listening to a janitor’s revolutionary pitch. According to him, he took inspiration from Mexican street food and his cultural heritage. Cue Hollywood, right? Literally. Eva Longoria directed the biopic, so this narrative was red-hot. But, oh boy, hold your fire extinguisher. Enter the Los Angeles Times like a bucket of cold water to throw over this spicy fairy tale. Turns out, Montañez didn’t invent Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. Nope. The whole thing was more fiction than fact, like if Hans Christian Andersen had a weird snack obsession. Frito-Lay itself stepped in, like, “Yeah… about that,” and told the Times that “None of our records show Richard was involved in any capacity in the Flamin’ Hot test market.” Ouch. That’s the snack world equivalent of pulling the rug out from under a Dorito’s triangle. It gets worse—Lynne Greenfeld, a Frito-Lay employee, was actually the one who did lead the creation of the spicy snack in 1989. It’s like someone claiming to be the inventor of electricity while Ben Franklin’s there, kite and key in hand, saying, “Excuse me?” But here’s the twist—this man’s boldness is hotter than the Cheetos themselves. Montañez kept running with his story, earning up to $50,000 for speaking engagements, writing memoirs, and being immortalized in the aforementioned Longoria-directed film. He might not have invented Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, but he sure knew how to sell a good origin story. In a way, you can’t help but admire it. The guy took the snack aisle equivalent of Bigfoot and sold it as gospel. He wasn’t just eating Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, he became one: polarizing, fiery, and unforgettable. So next time you pop open a bag of these nuclear-red, crunchy napalm nuggets, remember: the true story behind them might not be as spicy as the myth, but it’s just as wild.

Forrest Fenn, the eccentric art dealer who decided that what the world needed most was an elaborate treasure hunt, spent his final years either reveling in the chaos he unleashed or wondering why anyone would trust a guy who buried literal treasure in the wilds of America. In 2010, after beating cancer, Fenn threw a chest full of gold coins, jewels, and artifacts into the Rocky Mountains, dropped a few cryptic clues in his memoir, and basically told the world, "Good luck, suckers." This wasn’t some harmless scavenger hunt, like searching for the remote control buried under couch cushions. Oh no. Fenn, with a twinkle in his eye and a shovel in his hand, challenged thrill-seekers to find this treasure, knowing full well that some of them couldn’t navigate their way out of a paper bag, let alone the Rockies. But the thing is—people believed him. Thousands packed their camping gear, bought bear spray, and quit their jobs (because who needs income when you’re on the verge of striking gold, right?) to venture into the wilderness. They followed his clues, most of which made sense only if you were either insane or Forrest Fenn himself. Here’s the thing, though: five people died. DIED. This hunt was so dangerous that the police had to beg Fenn to call it off. You know you've really hit peak chaos when the authorities are like, "Hey man, we love a good treasure hunt too, but could you not keep killing people?" To be fair, Fenn wasn’t completely oblivious to the carnage. His reaction to the growing body count? A shrug and something along the lines of, “Well, they should have brought a map.” Classic. For a decade, the Rocky Mountains became a giant Escape Room designed by Satan, with cryptic poetry and vague clues leading people to rivers, caves, and cliffs. By 2020, though, the treasure was found by Jack Stuef, a medical student who apparently had more free time than any med student in history. After thousands of adventurers failed, this guy rolled in, cracked the code, and dug up Fenn’s treasure, while the rest of the world collectively groaned, “Why didn’t I think of that?” But wait, it gets better: Jack didn’t even want the publicity. Like the least fun pirate of all time, he wanted to keep his haul under wraps. Meanwhile, people who had spent years searching for the treasure were left to sit at home in their khakis and mosquito-bitten limbs, feeling the sting of defeat as Jack quietly walked off into the sunset, like Indiana Jones with a medical degree. And then Forrest Fenn died—shortly after the treasure was found, almost as if he had been holding on just to see if anyone would actually finish his bizarre game. He’s gone, but the legend of his treasure lives on, a testament to human greed, stupidity, and the weird lengths people will go to for the promise of shiny objects buried in a box somewhere deep in the mountains. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a copy of Fenn’s poem to decode. There's got to be a sequel, right?

Ah, John Meehan, aka "Dirty John"—the guy who could con the pants off anyone... sometimes literally. The L.A. Times ran a six-part series on this con artist, which made his life sound like a soap opera that went off the rails and landed straight into Dateline territory. Let’s dive into the world of Dirty John, where love, manipulation, and a toxic mix of sleaze are shaken, not stirred. The Tinder Tale Gone Wild John Meehan was the kind of guy who had “walking red flag” stamped on his forehead, but that didn’t stop him from turning into every catfishing nightmare you’ve ever heard of. According to the L.A. Times series, Dirty John wasn’t just dirty—he was filthy. He played the classic “doctor” card to lure his victims, but this wasn’t Grey’s Anatomy. There were no steamy hospital dramas, just a dude with a syringe full of lies and a Tinder profile polished enough to make even the FBI blush. Picture it: a charming guy, oozing confidence, shows up in scrubs. Maybe he’s fresh off a 72-hour surgery or a shift saving orphans. Nope. In reality, John was more likely fresh off a scam or scoping out his next victim. His real skill was manipulating people—specifically, women. And he had a PhD in it, though I'm not sure from what shady online university. Love-Bombing: The Meehan Special John wasn’t your run-of-the-mill, “forget to text back” guy. No, no—John was all about the love bombing. He would swoop in, overwhelm his victims with affection and attention, and then BAM! The red flags start popping up faster than ads on a sketchy website. But by that time, his victims were already hooked like fish at a carnival game, and just like those prizes, the only thing you were winning was a lifetime of disappointment. The L.A. Times documented the lengths Meehan would go to in order to maintain his charade. He'd fake everything—credentials, stories, and even his life. The man had more aliases than a wannabe spy and more shady stories than your drunk uncle at Thanksgiving. The Medical Fraud Maestro John loved to play the “doctor” card, but the closest he got to medical expertise was probably watching re-runs of House. What he did know how to do was order drugs online, intimidate people, and get restraining orders filed against him. It’s like his Tinder bio should’ve just said: “Looking for love, emotional manipulation, and eventual legal action.” His con artistry had a special flavor, with a heavy sprinkle of “gaslighting.” Imagine him telling someone, “No, honey, I didn’t steal your credit card—must’ve been an identity theft thing.” Meanwhile, he's driving around in a car that you technically paid for, probably picking up flowers to gaslight his next victim. The Family that Fought Back Now here’s where things get spicy: his last victim, Debra Newell, wasn’t playing around. Sure, John fooled her initially, but she had a daughter with a finely tuned BS detector (which I imagine was essential growing up around this circus). When things got real dark and John’s true nature was revealed, Debra and her family fought back. In the end, it wasn’t a lawyer or judge that ended Dirty John—it was Debra’s daughter, Terra, who took him down like the villain in a Lifetime movie. By the time Terra was done, John was out of lives and out of luck. The showdown between them is the stuff that action movies are made of—only instead of a big-budget Hollywood blockbuster, we got a real-life "WTF just happened?" moment. Terra wasn’t having it. She put an end to the nightmare with a knife, and in doing so, gave a masterclass in self-defense. She’s the real MVP. Lesson Learned: Swipe Left So, what’s the moral of the Dirty John saga? Maybe it's to always Google your Tinder date before you meet them. Or perhaps it’s that anyone who says “I’m a doctor” but drives a car that screams “loan shark” should be instantly suspect. In any case, the L.A. Times six-part series shined a light on the shadows John Meehan cast over everyone in his life—and like all great villains, he eventually got what was coming to him. Dirty John’s story is a cautionary tale about trust, lies, and the dangers of wearing rose-colored glasses in the world of online dating. Just remember, if someone comes on too strong, too fast, with stories that sound straight out of a bad rom-com—grab your phone, delete the app, and maybe start attending some jiu-jitsu classes. Just in case.

MC Baba, Death Party Enthusiasts, and Shark Whisperers – A Wild Trio 1. MC Baba: The Def Jam from DRC Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round because we're kicking off with a story hotter than a Congolese dance floor in peak dry season. Meet MC Baba, the Def rapper from the Democratic Republic of the Congo. No, that's not a typo. This guy is literally def – as in hearing impaired – but that hasn’t stopped him from spitting rhymes faster than you can say "lingala." MC Baba's life is like a mixtape where every track is a banger, except it's mostly bass and vibes because, well, he can't actually hear the beat. But don’t get it twisted—his fans go wild for it! It's like if Beethoven decided to go gangsta and dropped bars about the struggles of living in Kinshasa while dodging bullets and avoiding the overcooked goat meat at the local market. The man's got rhythm in his bones, even if his ears aren't exactly tuned to the frequency. In a way, MC Baba’s style is the epitome of “feel the beat, don’t hear it.” Critics say his lyrics pack more punch than a kick from a Congolese street vendor protecting his stash of mangoes. So, if you ever find yourself in DRC, keep an ear out (pun intended) for MC Baba—just don’t expect him to hear you back. 2. Meth, Death, and Marital Bliss: The Unconventional Love Story of the Century Next up, we’ve got a love story that’s less Hallmark and more "Breaking Bad" meets "The Notebook." Buckle up, because this one’s a trip—literally. Joe Shur, the 59-year-old Minnesota man with a heart of gold and a syringe full of meth, decided to throw his terminally ill wife a farewell bash that no one will forget—except maybe him, because, let’s face it, meth isn’t exactly a memory enhancer. It’s more of a “forget where you parked your soul” kind of drug. Joe’s wife, Debra, wasn’t just along for the ride; she was the star of the show, the guest of honor at her very own "death party." Forget the white doves and harp music—this party had meth, death metal, and, if you can believe it, their deceased dachshund making an appearance. Yeah, you read that right. Joe couldn’t let their beloved pooch miss out on the festivities, so he decided to preserve the pup in ice until they could all party together in the afterlife. Sounds like someone misunderstood the phrase "all dogs go to heaven." Anyway, after three days of what we assume was a combination of intense emotional catharsis and literal brain-melting, Debra passed away, and Joe was left to explain to the authorities why his idea of end-of-life care included narcotics and necromancy. Spoiler alert: the judge wasn’t buying it, and Joe got three years in prison. If love is a battlefield, then Joe’s relationship was like a meth lab in the middle of a war zone. RIP Debra, you went out in a blaze of glory—meth, we mean meth. Definitely meth. 3. Tristian Turner: The Aussie Dad Who Took Shark Week Way Too Seriously Finally, we travel down under to meet Tristian Turner, the Aussie dad who thought the best way to spend a day at the beach was by wrestling with a 10-foot shark. That’s right, folks—most of us go to the beach for a tan and a cold beer, but Tristian was out there playing Steve Irwin with the local marine life. Picture this: the sun is shining, the waves are crashing, and there’s Tristian, a man whose natural habitat is probably more “barbecue pit” than “shark pit,” suddenly deciding that a big-ass shark needs saving. Why? Because in Australia, apparently, "No worries, mate," also means "Let me just hop into the ocean and have a casual wrestle with something that could bite my arm off." Now, most of us would see a 10-foot shark and think, “Time to get out of the water.” But not Tristian. No, this guy took one look at the apex predator and thought, “Yeah, I can take him.” Unfortunately, the ocean had other plans. Tristian disappeared into the surf, leaving behind nothing but a trail of shocked onlookers and maybe a few disappointed surfers who were hoping to catch a wave, not a live-action National Geographic episode. And so, the legend of Tristian Turner, the Shark Whisperer, was born. Whether he’s out there living it up with the sharks or just doing the backstroke with Davy Jones, we may never know. But one thing’s for sure: when it comes to sheer audacity, this guy’s in a league of his own. Whether you’re dropping bars in DRC, throwing a death party in Minnesota, or diving headfirst into shark-infested waters in Australia, remember—life’s too short not to go out with a bang, or at least a bizarre headline.

Let's dive into a little tale from the "WTF just happened" files, where Australian ingenuity meets a plot twist that would make even Tarantino scratch his head. Picture this: You're at home, minding your own business, probably contemplating whether to crack open another beer or just fall asleep with your TV blaring. Suddenly, the tranquility of your evening is shattered as a masked intruder bursts through your door. Now, most folks would either freeze in fear, grab a weapon, or maybe even consider dialing the cops. But not our guy, Klay Holland. No, Klay had a slightly different game plan—a plan that took "defending your home" to a whole new, unspeakably bizarre level. Klay didn’t just subdue the intruder; he decided to make a lasting impression. Klay, in a stroke of insanity, chose to punish the intruder by—wait for it—sexually assaulting him. Yes, you read that right. Klay turned the tables on his would-be attacker in a way that absolutely no one saw coming, especially not the poor schmuck in the mask. It’s one of those stories where you think, “Well, this escalated quickly.” Because while the intruder might have been ready to swipe a few valuables or even get into a fistfight, we’re pretty sure he wasn’t expecting a one-man BDSM show. And the kicker? Klay didn’t just stop at round one. Oh no, this wasn’t a "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" situation. Klay made sure the intruder got the full experience, over and over again, like some sort of twisted repeat offender in an adult-themed Groundhog Day. Now, you might think this is where the story ends—case closed, a lesson learned the hardest way possible. But we’re not done yet. The intruder died due to the assualt and the justice system had to step in and do its thing. Klay was handed a lengthy prison sentence, but let’s be real—his "defense tactic" left everyone questioning not just his judgment, but his sanity. In the end, this sordid tale is a grim reminder that breaking and entering can lead to some truly unexpected consequences. While most of us might resort to pepper spray or a baseball bat, Klay Holland chose to, um, handle things differently. And let’s just say, it’s the kind of story that leaves you speechless, with a mental image you won’t soon forget—no matter how much brain bleach you try to pour over it.

Aleksey Tartarov: The Man, The Myth, The Jar In the annals of internet history, there are names that echo through time like legends, whispered in hushed tones and shared in dimly lit corners of the web. Among these names, few have reached the same level of infamy as Aleksey Tartarov, the man who bravely, if not painfully brought the world “One Guy, One Jar.” Now, if you’re wondering what that is, let me stop you right there. Because what lies ahead is a tale of bravery, broken glass, and the kind of discomfort that makes you cross your legs and wince. But fear not, dear reader, because this is also a story of resilience, a modern-day epic that makes Odysseus' trials look like a cakewalk. It’s said that Aleksey’s journey began with a simple jar and an idea—an idea that can only be described as an ode to curiosity, albeit the morbid kind. In a world where people challenge themselves with hot peppers and tide pods, Aleksey decided to take it to a new level. With a jar in hand, he embarked on a mission to test the limits of human endurance.  He sat on the jar, inserting it into his anus - there I said.  The jar, now infamous in internet lore, did what jars do best—shattered. And with it, Aleksey’s comfort shattered too, but not his dignity becauase here's where Aleksey's story takes a twist that makes it worth telling. While many might have crawled under a rock (after a trip to the ER, of course), Aleksey embraced his newfound fame—Emboldened, Aleksey would go on to brave an entirely new frontier. This time, with a screwdriver and a much smaller orifice. . .  The internet, in its infinite wisdom, turned Aleksey into a cautionary tale, a meme, and perhaps even a cultural icon for a generation that values daring, no matter how misguided. However, Aleksey's story may have come to an abrupt end. As of the writing of this blog, his whereabouts are unconfirmed. Some have speculated that Aleksey died on the battlefields of Ukraine. There has been no credible information or official reports confirming Aleksey Tartarov's involvement in or death during the Ukraine war. Official reporting from Russia is hard to verify. Not to end on a sour note, but if dear Aleksey is no longer with us, throw one back in his honor.   

Ian Watkins, the former frontman of the Welsh rock band Lostprophets, was once celebrated for his musical talent and success. However, his life and career took a disturbing turn with criminal charges that shocked fans and the world. In this episode of Lesser Known People, we delve into the complex story of Ian Watkins, mixing our usual humor with the seriousness this subject demands. Ian Watkins was born in 1977 in Merthyr Tydfil, Wales. He co-founded Lostprophets in 1997, and the band quickly gained a dedicated following. Their debut album, Thefakesoundofprogress, showcased Watkins’ vocal prowess and lyrical talent, propelling the band into the limelight. As the band’s success grew, Watkins’ personal life began to unravel. He struggled with substance abuse, and his behavior became increasingly erratic. Despite the challenges, Lostprophets continued to release successful albums and tour internationally. In December 2012, the music world was shaken by the arrest of Ian Watkins on multiple charges, including child sex offenses. The news sent shockwaves through the band’s fanbase and the broader music community, leading to the immediate disbandment of Lostprophets. The story of Ian Watkins serves as a grim reminder of the darker side of fame and the importance of justice for victims. We hope our episode sheds light on this complex issue while providing insight into how such events can deeply affect both fans and the industry.

Our story begins in 1985 in a quaint Serbian village, where Đorđe, a farmer, was out in his field tending to the soil. According to Đorđe, he was minding his own business when a group of ethnically Albanian men attacked him and, in an act of inexplicable cruelty, forced a beer bottle in his anus. His story made headlines, and Đorđe found himself at the center of a political maelstrom. In a twist that no one saw coming, his case became a symbol of come Cold War Politicians who led the way to ethnic tensions and ethnic cleansing.  He became a folk hero of sorts. In local taverns, over glasses of rakija, people would toast to the man who brought a beer bottle to a political knife fight. His name became synonymous with resilience, absurdity, and cultural identity.  But unfortunately, unfortune just so happened to rear its unfortunate head and the truth of Đorđe's story started to come out. Were there really two shadowy men with a penchant for penetration? Or was Đorđe too embarrassed to admit that he was a dirty little birdy? 

The Legend of Josef Mencik: The Man Who Defied Nazis with a Spear Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled in Czechoslovakia, there lived a man named Josef Mencik. Now, Josef wasn't just any ordinary man. He was a knight. Not the metaphorical, "he's a knight in shining armor" type, but a bona fide, spear-wielding, armor-clad knight—straight out of the Middle Ages, just plopped into the 20th century. He had the whole ensemble: chainmail, a plumed helmet, and a trusty steed. If there was ever a time-traveling knight, Josef was it. So, let's set the scene. It's 1938. The Nazis are rolling into Czechoslovakia like they own the place, with their tanks, machine guns, and an attitude that said, "We're here to conquer, and we brought snacks." They were the epitome of modern military might, a steamroller flattening anything in its path. But in one tiny village, they encountered a speed bump named Josef Mencik. Josef, ever the chivalrous knight, decided that his village needed defending. He wasn't going to let some goose-stepping bullies march in without a fight. So, he donned his armor, mounted his horse, grabbed his spear, and prepared for battle. As the Nazi soldiers approached, they were met with the sight of Josef, resplendent in his medieval getup, standing defiantly in the middle of the road. The soldiers, expecting maybe some light resistance or a few angry villagers, instead found themselves face-to-face with what looked like a Monty Python sketch. The commander, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, shouted, "What do you think you're doing, old man?" Josef, with all the dignity of a knight errant, responded, "I am defending my village from invaders!" The soldiers burst into laughter. They laughed so hard, some of them had to sit down to catch their breath. Here was a man, in full knightly regalia, armed with a spear, ready to take on the Third Reich. It was the most ridiculous thing they'd seen all year—and remember, these were people who'd seen Hermann Göring's wardrobe. But Josef was not deterred. "Laugh if you must," he declared, "but I will not let you pass!" Now, let's be clear. This was not the climax of some Hollywood blockbuster where the hero miraculously triumphs against impossible odds. Josef did not single-handedly defeat the Nazi army with his spear. The Nazis, still chuckling, gently disarmed him and led him away, probably pondering the sheer absurdity of it all. They took over the village, as they had many others, but Josef's spirit remained unbroken. In a time of great fear and oppression, Josef Mencik's stand was a beacon of courage, a reminder that sometimes, defiance doesn't need to be realistic—it just needs to be memorable. His act of bravery (or insanity, depending on how you look at it) was immortalized in the annals of history, a quirky footnote in the grim pages of World War II. So here's to Josef Mencik, the knight who took on the Nazis with a spear and a sense of humor. His story is a testament to the power of the human spirit—and to the fact that, sometimes, laughter is the best weapon of all.

Let’s face it—sometimes the usual fare just doesn’t cut it. The world of adult entertainment is nothing if not inventive, and some scenarios push the boundaries of creativity to hilarious new heights. From the utterly absurd to the strangely specific, these scenarios prove that when it comes to fantasy, anything goes. Ready to have a laugh and maybe scratch your head a bit? Let’s jump in!

Marie Bonaparte: The Great-grandniece of Napoleon Who Was Way Too Interested in Your Lady Bits Ah, Marie Bonaparte. You’d think being the great-grandniece of Napoleon Bonaparte would be enough to carve out a comfortable, mundane life—maybe dabble in some hobbies, attend fancy parties, and ride out the rest of your days basking in the glow of inherited glory. But no, Marie Bonaparte decided that simply being a royal wasn’t enough. She had to dive headfirst into the murky waters of psychoanalysis and the female orgasm. Born in 1882, Marie was rich, titled, and, like every member of the Bonaparte family, had that lingering "my relative was a big deal" complex. She married a prince, lived in a palace, and had the kind of life that most people can only dream of. But Marie was haunted by something far more sinister than her family’s Napoleon complex—she was plagued by an unsatisfying sex life. That’s right; while her ancestor was busy conquering Europe, Marie was more concerned with conquering her bedroom woes. Marie’s journey to sexual enlightenment led her straight to the couch of the man himself, Sigmund Freud. Yes, that Freud, the guy who thought everything was about sex and your mother. Freud must’ve thought he hit the jackpot with Marie—rich, famous, and utterly obsessed with getting her rocks off. She became his most famous patient, and in true Bonaparte fashion, she didn’t just want to be cured; she wanted to be the Empress of Orgasm. But Marie’s life wasn’t just about personal satisfaction—no, she was a giver. She dedicated her life to the study of female frigidity, which, let's be honest, sounds like a super fun topic for cocktail party conversation. Her magnum opus was the idea that the key to sexual fulfillment lay in the distance between the clitoris and the vagina. The "Napoleon's grandniece’s clit-to-vag ratio" theory. It’s like the Pythagorean Theorem, but, you know, for getting laid. Marie even went so far as to undergo several surgeries to try and move her clitoris closer to the vagina, because why wouldn’t you want to go under the knife for some experimental hoo-ha rearrangement? I mean, the only thing riskier than that was Napoleon’s decision to invade Russia in the winter. And we all know how that turned out. But the real kicker? Marie Bonaparte wasn’t just some bored royal with too much time on her hands—she was a woman on a mission. She translated Freud's work into French, brought psychoanalysis to France, and even smuggled Freud out of Nazi-occupied Austria. So, while she was obsessed with orgasms, she also saved one of the most influential minds of the 20th century. Talk about multitasking. In the end, Marie Bonaparte’s legacy isn’t just her connection to Napoleon or her efforts to understand the female orgasm. It’s the reminder that even the most privileged among us can have deep-seated insecurities and curiosities. And sometimes, those curiosities lead to groundbreaking research… and some very awkward conversations at the royal dinner table. So next time you find yourself struggling with some personal issues, just remember: if a Bonaparte can chase after orgasms with the same fervor her great-granduncle chased after European domination, then you can handle whatever life throws at you.  

 Death, the great equalizer, can sometimes arrive in the most unexpected and downright bizarre ways. There are occasions where the circumstances are so outlandish that they warrant a raised eyebrow, a shake of the head, and even a dark chuckle. Here, we delve into some of the most unusual deaths that have ever been reported. Buckle up, chumps. The Atomic Wedgie of Doom First on our list is the strange and tragic case of Brad Davis, an Oklahoma man who found himself at the intersection of sibling rivalry and homicidal rage. Brad was sentenced to 30 years in prison for killing his stepfather, Denver St. Clair, with an "atomic wedgie." Yes, you read that correctly. An atomic wedgie is a prank where the waistband of a person's underwear is pulled over their head. On that fateful day, Davis and St. Clair got into a heated argument, and in a fit of rage, Davis administered the ultimate wedgie. Tragically, the waistband cut off St. Clair's air supply, leading to his death. It's a grim reminder that pranks, no matter how juvenile or hilarious they might seem, can sometimes go disastrously wrong. The Elephant’s Vengeful Return Next, we turn to a tale that seems ripped straight out of a darkly comedic horror movie. In a village in India, a woman met her untimely end at the hands (or rather, trunk) of an elephant. As if being trampled to death wasn't bizarre enough, the story takes an even stranger twist. At her funeral, the same elephant reportedly returned, stormed through the ceremony, and attacked her corpse. It's as if the elephant had a vendetta, wanting to make absolutely sure she was dead. It's hard to know whether to laugh or shudder at the surreal nature of this event. While elephants are known for their memory, this one might have taken the concept of holding a grudge to a whole new level. The Tale of Margaret Wise Brown Margaret Wise Brown, beloved author of the classic children's book "Goodnight Moon," met an end that was as unexpected as it was peculiar. While in France, Brown was hospitalized for appendicitis. After surgery, feeling quite chipper and eager to prove her recovery, she playfully kicked her leg in the air. This seemingly harmless act dislodged a blood clot, leading to her sudden death. The juxtaposition of such a joyful gesture resulting in tragedy is a poignant reminder of life’s fragility. One minute you’re celebrating the small victories, and the next, the rug can be pulled out from under you in the most unpredictable way. The Dublin Whiskey Fire: Cheers to the End Lastly, let’s visit the Dublin Whiskey Fire of 1875, where death by alcohol poisoning took on a whole new meaning. When a fire broke out in a whiskey warehouse, thousands of barrels burst open, flooding the streets with whiskey. Instead of running away from the inferno, many Dubliners ran towards it, armed with anything that could hold the precious liquid. In the chaos that ensued, 13 people died—not from the fire or smoke inhalation, but from alcohol poisoning. It's a tragic tale with an almost slapstick twist, illustrating that sometimes, in their quest for a good time, people can go to extraordinary lengths with deadly consequences.

The Ballad of James Rhein: Demolition Dynamo or Middletown's Madman? Let’s set the scene: Middletown, New York—a quaint little slice of America where the biggest excitement usually involves a new flavor at the local ice cream shop or someone’s cat getting stuck in a tree. But in January 2015, James Rhein decided to change all that. With a mission, a vision, and absolutely no f*cks left to give, Rhein turned the quiet town into his own personal episode of "Extreme Home Makeover"—without the makeover. Our hero, James Rhein, had a bit of a problem. His wife had a house, and the house had some, let’s say, "issues." We’re not talking about a leaky faucet or a creaky floorboard here. No, no. James took one look at the house and decided it was better suited for the trash heap than for any human habitation. So, what does any reasonable man do when faced with a house he doesn’t like? He grabs a bulldozer, of course! But hold up—before you think this was some grand act of vandalism, James Rhein had a plan. A ridiculous, poorly thought-out, and ultimately disastrous plan, but a plan nonetheless. He was going to knock down the house and rebuild a better one, like Bob the Builder with a side of midlife crisis. However, there was one teeny, tiny problem: He forgot to tell his wife. And by "forgot," we mean he didn’t even attempt to inform her. Imagine coming home from work, grocery bags in hand, only to find out your house has gone from fixer-upper to pile-of-rubble. Honey, I bulldozed the house—it’s not exactly the "honey-do list" item she had in mind. Rhein’s explanation? "I was planning to rebuild it." Well, that’s sweet, James, but maybe next time a heads-up would be nice? You know, just a little text—"BRB, demolishing the house." Instead, he left a heap of debris and a whole lot of questions for his now very confused spouse. The local authorities were, understandably, a bit concerned. It’s not every day someone turns their house into a DIY demolition derby without so much as a permit. But when the cops showed up, James was cool as a cucumber. No big deal, guys, just making some home improvements. What’s the problem? The problem, as it turns out, was that James Rhein wasn’t exactly on HGTV’s payroll. He was, however, on the radar of local law enforcement, who slapped him with a criminal mischief charge. Who knew knocking down your own house could be such a legal minefield? And let’s not forget the aftermath. While the town of Middletown was still reeling from this real-life Looney Tunes episode, the internet did what it does best: turned James Rhein into a meme. It’s not every day a guy bulldozes his house because he felt like it, and the world wasn’t going to let him live it down anytime soon. So, what did we learn from this? Well, if you’re going to demolish a house, maybe make sure everyone’s on the same page. And if you’re James Rhein, maybe next time just stick to renovating the kitchen. In the end, James Rhein may not have rebuilt that house, but he certainly built a legacy. Middletown will never forget the day one man, a bulldozer, and a whole lot of bad judgment gave them something to talk about for years to come. Cheers to you, James—you may not be a hero, but you sure are unforgettable!

Joyce McKinney: The Unconventional Love Story That Tabloids Dream Of Welcome to another episode of Lesser Known People, where we dig up the most jaw-dropping, head-scratching tales from history. Today, we’re rolling out the red carpet for Joyce McKinney—a woman whose life was like a soap opera written by someone who forgot to take their meds. Prepare yourself for a saga of love, scandal, and the kind of obsession that makes your Aunt Karen’s collection of cat figurines look tame. Joyce McKinney was born in North Carolina in 1949, a state famous for its barbecue and, apparently, captors of Mormon missionaries. As a young woman, Joyce had her eyes set on Kirk Anderson, a Mormon missionary who had no idea he was about to be cast in the most bizarre rom-com/drama of the 1970s. In 1977, Joyce decided that love couldn’t wait and allegedly kidnapped Anderson, taking him to a secluded cottage in England. The British tabloids, always hungry for a juicy story, dubbed it the “Manacled Mormon” case. According to Joyce, their relationship was like a fairytale, with her playing the role of a love-struck princess and Anderson the prince. Anderson, however, told a slightly different story, where he was more of a trapped prince, shackled by a very determined princess. The scandal turned Joyce into an instant celebrity. She was arrested, but proving that love knows no bounds—and apparently no bail conditions—she skipped bail and went on the lam. The media couldn’t get enough of her, and honestly, who could blame them? It’s not every day you get a story that’s one part romance, one part true crime, and five parts “Wait, what?” So, strap in and get ready for the ride of a lifetime as we dissect the adventures of Joyce McKinney, a woman who redefined the term “love story.” Join us on Lesser Known People as we unravel a narrative that’s as unbelievable as it is unforgettable.

The Fulton surface-to-air recovery system, or as I like to call it, the "Skyhook Surprise," is a nifty little trick the CIA and US Military use when they need to pick someone up without bothering to land. It involves using a harness and a self-inflating balloon with an attached lift line. A B-17 swoops in with a V-shaped yoke and snatches you up like a claw machine. Then the flyboys reel you into the cargo bay. It's the world's most intense Uber ride.

Grady Stiles: The Lobster Boy Who Really Got Under Our Skin Welcome to another episode of Lesser Known People, where we dive into the lives of individuals who make us think, “Wait, did that really happen?” Today’s feature is none other than Grady Stiles, aka the Lobster Boy. Yes, you read that right—our man of the hour had a nickname that sounds like a superhero’s alter ego. But instead of fighting crime, he had a knack for shocking the circus world and stirring up family drama. Buckle up for a ride through a life that was anything but ordinary! Grady Stiles was born in 1937 with a condition called ectrodactyly, which resulted in hands and feet resembling lobster claws. If that sounds like a rough start, don’t worry—Grady didn’t just endure; he thrived in the circus. The Lobster Boy was a headline act, showcasing a set of hands that could grip and pinch like nobody’s business. Move over, Spider-Man; Grady’s got the ultimate crustacean superpower. The Circus Life: A Crustacean in the Big Top Life under the big top was never dull for Grady. Picture this: a circus where your star attraction is a human lobster. Sounds like the plot of a fantastical movie, right? Grady’s performances were legendary, with crowds lining up to see him snap his claws in ways that would make any lobster jealous. But behind the scenes, the circus life wasn’t all fun and games. Grady’s life was filled with the kind of drama that could give reality TV a run for its money. Grady’s life offstage was a bit of a soap opera. His family wasn’t just his support act; they were also his co-stars in a tangled web of personal disputes. The Lobster Boy’s family drama reached its climax when Grady’s wife and son became entangled in a murder plot that could have been ripped from the pages of a crime novel. You know things have escalated when your lobster claws are involved in a family feud! Despite the chaos, Grady continued to perform until his life took a dramatic turn. In the 1970s, he was convicted of murder—talk about a career change! His crimes, which involved the untimely demise of a few individuals (including a very unfortunate neighbor), brought an end to his circus career and introduced him to a different kind of spotlight. Grady Stiles may have left us with a mixed bag of performances and crimes, but his legacy is a curious one. He’s a reminder of the strange and sometimes absurd realities of human life. The Lobster Boy's story is a perfect blend of circus spectacle and real-life drama that makes you wonder, “How did we get here?” So there you have it—Grady Stiles, the Lobster Boy, a man who lived a life as unexpected and captivating as his nickname suggests. From circus fame to criminal notoriety, Grady’s story is one for the books, or at least for a bizarre (bizarreish) episode of Lesser Known People. 

Billy Mitchell: The King of Kong or Just a High-Score Hoarder? Welcome to another episode of Lesser Known People, where we delve into the lives of those who make us question our understanding of normalcy. Today’s spotlight is on Billy Mitchell—yes, the man, the myth, the legend in his own high-score hall of fame. Whether he’s clashing with arcade legends or trying to reclaim his title, Billy Mitchell’s life is a pixelated rollercoaster that’s hard to ignore. Grab your joystick and get ready for a dive into the world of competitive gaming and its most controversial figure! In the golden era of arcade games, Billy Mitchell was a name that flashed across screens like a power-up. With a mullet that could deflect bullets and a penchant for high scores, Mitchell quickly became the “King of Kong” (though he was more of a Pac-Man guy). His claim to fame? Setting world records in games like Pac-Man and Donkey Kong, proving that while others were out in the real world, he was busy mastering the art of digital pixel domination. Mitchell’s arcade glory years were marked by impressive feats that made him a legend in the gaming community. He was the guy everyone wanted to beat, the gamer who could make a joystick do the cha-cha with finesse. The high scores he racked up were the stuff of legend—until, of course, things started to get a bit... complicated. In a twist that could only be rivaled by a soap opera, Mitchell’s high scores came under scrutiny. Accusations of cheating and the infamous debate over whether his records were achieved on original arcade hardware or emulated systems turned his reign into a whirlwind of drama. Picture this: a courtroom of arcade nerds debating the authenticity of joystick movements. It’s like the plot of a legal thriller, but with more 8-bit sounds and less actual crime. Undeterred by the scandal, Mitchell attempted a comeback, reclaiming some of his lost glory and attempting to set things right. His comeback wasn’t without its own set of hiccups, including more controversy and the occasional social media showdown. It seems that while his Pac-Man might have been perfect, his public relations game was still a bit glitchy. So, next time you’re scrolling through your leaderboard or reminiscing about the golden age of arcade games, remember Billy Mitchell. He’s the man who turned joystick mastery into an art form and managed to keep us entertained with his digital escapades. Tune in to Lesser Known People for the full rundown of a gaming legend whose life was as unpredictable as a game of Pac-Man on fast mode.

Do you go to the bathroom in some kind of weird, observable way? Well, knock that shit off.

Five straight guys present their manliest choices for their personal man crush. Michael Fassbender, Tucker Carlson, and Elliot Page make the cut.

A group of thieves band together to carry out what would become one of the most famous bank heists in the history of Argentina. This is a true story and a hilarious episode. 

The title is literally the description. A medical professional inserts a drug designed to produce abortions into his sleeping girlfriend's vagina. Also, he's married to someone else. Scandalous

The 1904 Olympic Marathon: A Race to Remember (or Forget) Ladies and gentlemen, gather ‘round as we embark on a journey back to the 1904 Olympic Marathon—a race so unforgettable, it’s a wonder it wasn’t sponsored by a circus tent and a side of popcorn. If you thought modern marathons were intense, buckle up, because the 1904 race was a chaotic masterpiece of historical hilarity, where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. The Setting: St. Louis, 1904 Welcome to the St. Louis World’s Fair, where the 1904 Olympic Marathon was the main event, and by “main event,” we mean “a test of human endurance in the most bizarre conditions imaginable.” Picture this: a scorching hot day, a race route with more dust than a Victorian-era attic, and athletes who looked like they had stumbled into a carnival sideshow. The marathon course was an Olympic-sized mess. The route was a mere 24.85 miles of uneven terrain, including unpaved roads, steep hills, and a delightful stretch of dusty trails that would have made a desert look like a water park. The runners were probably thinking, “Did we sign up for a marathon or a survival challenge?” The Contenders:  Meet the athletes of the 1904 marathon, a colorful cast of characters who faced more obstacles than a reality TV contestant: Fred Lorz: Our man of the hour who thought a little nap and a ride in a car were just what he needed to win. After being disqualified for cheating, he later claimed he was just “testing out his endurance.” Thomas Hicks: The real winner, who managed to cross the finish line despite the odds. He received some “help” from a little brandy and strychnine, which made his victory a bit of a chemical cocktail. Fritz “The German” Riehle: A competitor who could have used a GPS and a water bottle but instead bravely battled through the marathon with all the grace of a fish on a bicycle. As if the marathon weren’t already a masterpiece of mayhem, let’s talk about the refreshments—or lack thereof. Athletes were greeted with the finest in 1904 hydration technology: a few sips of water and some questionable concoctions. While modern runners enjoy Gatorade and energy gels, these runners made do with whatever was left over from the fair’s concession stands. If that doesn’t scream “peak athlete preparation,” we don’t know what does. When the dust settled (literally and figuratively), the 1904 marathon became a legend, not for its athletic prowess, but for its sheer absurdity. It was a race that had everything: cheating scandals, dubious victories, and a whole lot of laughter from future generations. So there you have it—the 1904 Olympic Marathon, a race so uniquely chaotic that it’s earned a place in the annals of history as a glorious example of what happens when endurance sports meet early 20th-century lunacy. Join us on Lesser Known People as we revisit this marathon of madness and remember why, sometimes, history’s most memorable moments are the ones that make us laugh the hardest.

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KY-Jelly and J-Money get too high and bother Conman with a story about a drunk guy that calls in an Amber Alert.

The boys talk about burial practices in this exclusively post-mortem episode. Do you have plans for your body after you die? Can I have it? Your dead body, I mean.

James Joyce’s Fart Letters: The Literary Legacy of Flatulence Welcome to another episode of Lesser Known People, where we dig deep into the most curious corners of history. Today, we’re unraveling a tale from the literary world that’s both highbrow and hilariously lowbrow. Yes, we’re talking about James Joyce, the legendary modernist writer, and his not-so-legendary fart letters. Forget “Ulysses” and “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”—we’re diving into the world of flatulence and romance. Hold your noses, folks; this is going to be a wild ride! James Joyce, the mastermind behind some of the most complex and influential literature of the 20th century, was also a man who had a surprisingly cheeky side. Known for his groundbreaking novels and his profound impact on literature, Joyce had a softer side that revolved around his love letters. But not just any love letters—these were letters filled with... well, let’s just say they were inspired by the digestive system. It might sound like the stuff of comedy sketches, but Joyce’s “fart letters” to his wife, Nora Barnacle, are a real part of literary history. During their time apart, Joyce decided to send Nora a series of letters that mixed romantic sentiments with, shall we say, more gustatory expressions. If you think James Joyce’s writing is dense, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve read his descriptions of the digestive aftermath of a hearty meal. James Joyce was a man of many talents, and his letters to Nora demonstrate that even literary giants have their moments of levity. These letters, filled with vivid—and sometimes embarrassing—descriptions of his bodily functions, are a testament to his unique way of blending the mundane with the romantic. It’s like if Shakespeare had decided to write sonnets about his morning coffee runs. The fart letters add an unexpected layer to our understanding of Joyce’s personal life. They remind us that behind the highbrow literary façade was a man who wasn’t above a good fart joke. Joyce’s letters were a mix of endearing affection and, well, less endearing bodily functions. It’s a reminder that even the greatest minds have their moments of hilarity. So there you have it—James Joyce, the literary genius, also had a knack for turning flatulence into a form of romantic expression. His fart letters to Nora Barnacle are a hilarious reminder that even the most revered figures in literature had their own brand of silliness. Tune in to Lesser Known People as we celebrate the quirky, the bizarre, and the downright amusing aspects of history. Because sometimes, the greatest stories are told with a bit of humor—and a lot of love.

The most sexually awkward podcast on the market. Follow us down the deep dark rabbithole of first time masturbations, fingers in stinky holes, and the biggest cock blocks of them all. . . . parents.

Martina Big: The Woman Who Took “Bigger is Better” to a Whole New Level Welcome back to Lesser Known People, where we uncover the wild, weird, and wonderfully outrageous stories of individuals who make us question reality. Today, we’re diving into the life of Martina Big, a woman who turned the phrase “go big or go home” into a personal motto—literally. Buckle up for a rollercoaster through the eccentric life of the woman who redefined the term “larger than life.” Martina Big—now known as Martina Bader after her marriage—is a German model who has achieved fame for her, shall we say, expansive appearance. With her larger-than-life personality and even larger-than-life proportions, Martina has made headlines for her dramatic transformations. From ballooning her breasts to a size that could easily cause a traffic accident, to her penchant for extreme body modifications, Martina has proven that if you’re going to make a splash, you might as well make a tsunami. Martina’s journey began with what many would consider a modest request: to enhance her bust size. But when you’re Martina Big, “modest” isn’t in your vocabulary. She embarked on a series of cosmetic surgeries, inflating her bust to proportions that could only be described as cartoonishly oversized. In her quest for the ultimate “wow” factor, Martina’s body modifications have included everything from breast implants to skin-darkening treatments, all executed with a flair that could only be rivaled by a circus performer. Martina’s wardrobe choices are as bold as her body modifications. She’s known for her flamboyant and often bewildering outfits, which range from outfits that look like they’re straight out of a circus tent to ensembles that scream “Why blend in when you can stand out?” Her fashion sense—or lack thereof—has made her a fixture in the world of extreme fashion, where subtlety is considered a dirty word. Martina’s dramatic transformations haven’t been without controversy. Critics have often questioned her choices, but Martina has shrugged off the naysayers with the kind of confidence only someone with an oversized ego—and an oversized bust—could muster. She’s faced criticism, fascination, and everything in between, but has remained steadfast in her commitment to being unapologetically, and often absurdly, herself. So there you have it—Martina Big, a woman who has turned the art of self-exaggeration into a career. From her jaw-dropping body modifications to her equally eye-popping fashion choices, Martina’s story is one of bold statements and even bolder choices. Tune in to Lesser Known People as we navigate the whimsical, wacky world of a woman who’s made “larger than life” her very own mantra.

As a follow up to our wildly popular dentists episode - Sean's dentist gets high on his own gas, goes into the future, and brings back alien tooth technology.

Bryan Johnson and the Quest for Eternal Youth: A Cautionary Tale of Kale Smoothies and $2 Million You know those “live forever” schemes that seem straight out of a sci-fi flick? Like freezing yourself, waiting for the day scientists can download your brain into a robot, or injecting yourself with the blood of young people? Well, hold onto your protein shakes, because Bryan Johnson, the Project Blueprint guy, has taken it to a whole new level. And by "new level," I mean he's leading the charge in making immortality as cringey as your Aunt Linda’s Facebook selfies. Bryan Johnson is a tech billionaire who's decided that simply being rich and successful isn’t enough. No, he needs to cheat death itself. Enter Project Blueprint, the kind of venture that makes Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop look like a Dollar Store knockoff. Johnson claims to spend $2 million a year on a regimen that includes, but is not limited to, eating a diet more restrictive than a monk on a juice cleanse, tracking every bodily function with the enthusiasm of a Fitbit addict, and engaging in therapies that sound suspiciously like things the X-Men would be subjected to in a lab. First off, let's talk about the diet. This guy eats like he’s preparing for a post-apocalyptic world where the only survivors are him and a field of kale. Bryan's daily intake is so meticulously measured and weighed, it makes counting calories look like a Vegas buffet. Who knew that in the pursuit of eternal youth, you had to make your taste buds go extinct first? His diet is so devoid of joy, even vegans feel bad for him. Then there’s the exercise routine. Johnson’s workout regime could make a Navy SEAL tap out. It’s like he’s training to be the last human standing when the robots take over. But if you're spending $2 million a year on this, you'd expect the results to be more…exciting? Yet here we are, looking at a guy who's transformed himself into a caricature of midlife crisis meets dystopian health guru. Seriously, Bryan, it’s okay to have a cheat day. Maybe a donut won't rob you of a few milliseconds off your lifespan. Oh, and let's not forget the daily blood tests, the supplements that could stock a GNC for a year, and the “young blood” infusions that sound like a plot twist in a low-budget horror movie. Johnson's on a mission to have the body of an 18-year-old, but what he’s really done is turn himself into a real-life Benjamin Button: a man desperate to age backwards, but somehow ends up just looking... weird. His body might be getting younger, but the man in the mirror seems to be asking, “Was all this really worth giving up the sweet, sweet pleasure of pizza?” The irony of all this is that Bryan’s desperate attempt to stave off the ravages of time is doing just the opposite. His project, instead of making him the poster child of longevity, has turned him into a walking, talking warning sign of what happens when you let Silicon Valley ego meet a midlife crisis. This isn’t just about living longer—it’s about living well. And, frankly, if living well means never enjoying a burrito again, maybe it’s time to rethink what the hell we’re doing here. But let’s be honest, Bryan Johnson is really just a reflection of our collective anxiety about getting older. He’s the billionaire embodiment of that nagging feeling we all have that time’s ticking away, and we’re not going to accomplish everything we want before we shuffle off this mortal coil. But instead of embracing the inevitable with grace, Bryan’s decided to wage a $2 million-a-year war against nature. So, here's to you, Bryan Johnson, the guy who’s willing to sacrifice everything—money, taste buds, and probably a good chunk of his sanity—in the hopes of outsmarting Father Time. Spoiler alert: Time always wins. But hey, at least you’ll be able to say you went down swinging... with a kale smoothie in hand.

Dennis Parada and the FBI: When Your Treasure Hunt Ends with a Gold Star... for the FBI Let's set the scene: Dennis Parada, co-founder of the treasure-hunting group Finders Keepers, is knee-deep in Pennsylvania dirt, convinced that he's on the brink of finding the holy grail of treasure—the legendary cache of Civil War gold that’s been lost since Abraham Lincoln could rock a top hat without irony. Parada’s group has been searching for this gold with the same level of conviction that a middle-aged man has when he's certain the gas station sushi won’t come back to haunt him. Dennis and his merry band of modern-day pirates had been sniffing around Dents Run for years, and one fateful day, they thought they struck gold—literally. They just knew it was there, deep under the ground, probably guarded by the restless ghost of a Union soldier who just wanted to keep his stash from a bunch of dudes with metal detectors and overactive imaginations. But, of course, Dennis and his crew weren't alone in their quest. Enter the FBI, who rolled in like the parents who show up to your wild high school party, ready to confiscate your booze (or, in this case, your gold). The feds descended on Dents Run with equipment that screamed, “We’re here to make sure you don’t get a sniff of this treasure.” The whole situation was like watching a group of toddlers getting their toys taken away because someone realized that letting them play with actual dynamite was a bad idea. The FBI cordoned off the area, and suddenly, the treasure-hunting enthusiasts were demoted from Indiana Jones to that one guy who’s convinced there’s a leprechaun in his backyard. Dennis, naturally, wasn't thrilled. He claimed the FBI did the old "Look over there!" trick, swooping in and making off with the gold while he was left holding nothing but a shovel and some broken dreams. The FBI, of course, said that there was no gold, no treasure—just a whole lot of nothing. But hey, who are you going to believe? A guy who’s been chasing ghost stories, or a government agency that's really good at keeping secrets? (Hint: Neither of them.) Parada’s next move was to go on a quest not unlike Don Quixote tilting at windmills. He’s filed lawsuits, made accusations, and generally behaved like someone who refuses to accept that maybe, just maybe, there was never any gold to begin with. It’s like watching someone insist that Bigfoot stole their car keys while the rest of us just want them to get a cab. In the end, Dennis Parada’s tale is a classic story of a man versus a system. Or, more accurately, a man versus his own inability to accept that he might have been duped by a myth that was never real. It’s a cautionary tale for treasure hunters everywhere: sometimes, the real treasure is the friends we made along the way. Or in Dennis’s case, the frustration, the legal fees, and a serious distrust of anyone wearing a suit. So, what’s the moral of this story? If you think you’ve found a hidden stash of gold, don’t call the FBI. Because they might just find it first... or at least tell you that they did, even if there’s nothing there but dirt and disappointment.

Gypsy Rose Blanchard: The Ultimate Plot Twist Welcome back to Lesser Known People, where we bring you stories so wild they make reality TV look like a trip to the DMV. Today’s spotlight is on Gypsy Rose Blanchard, a young woman whose life story reads like a twisted fairy tale—think Cinderella meets Breaking Bad. If you’re looking for a tale of deception, intrigue, and one unforgettable wig collection, you’ve come to the right place! Gypsy Rose was born in 1991 and grew up with her mother, Dee Dee Blanchard, who dedicated her life to ensuring Gypsy’s was, well, eventful. Dee Dee’s special talent was making sure Gypsy had every illness under the sun, whether Gypsy liked it or not. Wheelchairs, feeding tubes, and medical jargon became the backdrop of Gypsy’s life, turning every day into a new episode of Medical Mysteries. Gypsy’s life was a never-ending parade of doctor visits and sympathy cards. Dee Dee was a regular at charity events and fundraisers, garnering support and donations from everyone who heard about Gypsy’s “tragic” condition. Gypsy, meanwhile, was living in a plot twist that would make M. Night Shyamalan proud. Underneath it all, Gypsy knew she was healthier than a marathon runner, and the wheels in her mind were turning faster than the ones on her chair. As Gypsy entered her late teens, the internet became her gateway to the world. It was here that she met Nicholas Godejohn, a man who was about to become her knight in shining armor—or, in this case, her accomplice in a plot to end her mother's reign of medical tyranny. Gypsy and Nicholas concocted a plan to free her from Dee Dee’s grasp, a plan that would land them both in the headlines and on the front page of the true crime community. In 2015, Gypsy and Nicholas put their plan into action. The result? A murder that shocked the nation and left people questioning everything they thought they knew about mother-daughter relationships. Gypsy’s escape was a plot twist worthy of a Netflix docuseries, complete with wigs, secret Facebook messages, and a daring escape to freedom. Gypsy Rose Blanchard’s life is a rollercoaster of deception, courage, and resilience. As we explore her story in this episode of Lesser Known People, we invite you to join us on a journey through one of the most extraordinary true crime tales of our time. Get ready for a story that proves life can be stranger than fiction, and Gypsy’s life was definitely no ordinary story.

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Robert Chesebrough: The Slick Salesman Who Made the World Shiny Welcome to another enlightening episode of Lesser Known People, where we uncover the stories of individuals who left an indelible mark on history, sometimes literally. Today, we’re diving into the life of Robert Chesebrough, the man who brought us Vaseline. Yes, the slick stuff that’s been a household staple since your great-grandma’s time. Get ready to slip and slide through the life of a man who turned a sticky situation into a smooth empire. Born in 1837, Robert Chesebrough was a chemist with an unquenchable thirst for innovation and a knack for making the best of a gooey mess. While most people would run in the opposite direction upon encountering a substance like “rod wax” (the stuff that clogged up oil rig machinery), Chesebrough saw potential. Because why not bottle it up and sell it? Chesebrough wasn’t just a chemist; he was a showman, too. After patenting his petroleum jelly as “Vaseline” in 1872, he took to the road with a fiery demonstration. He’d burn his skin with acid or an open flame and then slather on Vaseline, claiming it healed faster with his miracle jelly. Now, you’ve got to admire a man willing to set himself on fire to prove a point. Move over, modern influencers—Chesebrough was doing extreme product demos before it was cool. Robert Chesebrough wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty—or greasy, for that matter. He reportedly ate a spoonful of Vaseline every day to demonstrate its safety. While we don’t recommend this as a balanced diet, you’ve got to hand it to the guy for committing to his product. If only every CEO had this level of dedication, imagine the possibilities (or maybe not). Thanks to Chesebrough’s slippery sales tactics, Vaseline became a staple in medicine cabinets worldwide. Need to soothe a burn? Vaseline. Chapped lips? Vaseline. Squeaky door? You guessed it—Vaseline. It’s the Swiss Army knife of ointments, thanks to the entrepreneurial spirit of a man who saw potential in the most unlikely places. Robert Chesebrough’s legacy is a testament to the power of perseverance, creativity, and a little bit of chutzpah. From a sticky substance on an oil rig to a product found in almost every home, Chesebrough’s Vaseline has stood the test of time. Join us on Lesser Known People as we explore the life of a man who didn’t just smooth things over—he slicked them up with style.

When Pranks, Plants, and Punk Pay the Price: A Triple Feature of Darwin Award Runners-Up Ah, the internet—the digital Wild West where you can be whoever you want, do whatever you want, and face absolutely no consequences whatsoever! Except when you do, and it's spectacularly painful, embarrassing, or fatal. Let’s take a moment to chuckle darkly at three individuals who learned the hard way that the universe loves irony almost as much as we do. Tanner Cook: The Prankster Who Took One in the Gut Remember that old saying, “It’s all fun and games until someone gets shot in the gut”? No? Well, Tanner Cook sure does. This up-and-coming YouTube prankster decided to turn a public space into his personal playground, underestimating just how much people hate being harassed for views. Turns out, one of his pranks finally caught up with him—literally. The poor schmuck ended up with a lead souvenir in his abdomen, courtesy of someone who apparently didn’t appreciate the punchline. Who would’ve guessed that people don’t enjoy being the butt of some kid’s viral joke? To his credit, Tanner survived to tell the tale (and, undoubtedly, milk it for all it’s worth on social media). But let’s be honest: this dude learned the hard way that you can only push people so far before they push back—sometimes with bullets. Zhana Samsonova: The Vegan Influencer Who Died for Her Diet Ah, veganism. For some, it’s a way of life, a moral compass that guides their every meal. For Zhana Samsonova, it was a one-way ticket to the grave. Zhana, a Russian influencer known for her strict raw vegan diet, preached the gospel of plant-based living like she was auditioning for a role as Mother Nature’s right-hand woman. Sadly, it turns out you can’t survive on vibes and leafy greens alone. Her Instagram was a showcase of emaciated glory—think the crypt keeper, but make it fashion. Friends and followers watched as she withered away, all the while posting about how amazing she felt. Spoiler alert: she wasn’t amazing. Zhana’s death was ruled as a result of malnutrition, proving that sometimes, the food pyramid isn’t just a suggestion; it’s a survival guide. Mizzy: The British Punk Who Finally Found His Place—in Jail Last but certainly not least, we have Mizzy, the punk from across the pond who finally learned that not all rules were made to be broken. This British bad boy built his brand on being an absolute menace, with a rap sheet of petty crimes and public nuisances that would make any mom clutch her pearls. He thought he was untouchable, flipping the bird at authority and laughing in the face of consequences—until the law finally decided it had enough. Mizzy’s downfall came swiftly, and with it, the sweet, sweet justice of watching someone who thought he was above it all realize that jail cells aren’t as glamorous as they seem. Now, this lad has plenty of time to think about his life choices, one cup of prison chow at a time. The Moral of the Story: Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes And there you have it, folks—three shining examples of what happens when the internet fame game goes horribly wrong. Whether it’s a prank gone awry, a diet taken to deadly extremes, or a punk finally getting punked by the justice system, these stories serve as a reminder that maybe, just maybe, it’s time to log off and rethink our life choices. But then again, where would the fun be in that?

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The Northern Boys: Bringing the Golden Years to the Mic In a world where hip-hop is often associated with youth, energy, and, let’s face it, sometimes indecipherable slang, one group is breaking all the rules. Meet The Northern Boys—Britain’s answer to the question, “What if retirement was just the start of a new rap career?” In today’s episode of Lesser Known People, we’re diving into the lyrical stylings and unexpected fame of this silver-haired sensation. The Northern Boys didn’t just stroll into the music scene; they made a grand entrance, walking canes and all. Picture it: three gentlemen in their golden years, stepping up to the mic with the swagger of rappers half their age. If you’ve ever doubted that life begins at 70, think again. These guys are living proof that you’re never too old to drop a sick beat. With tracks that combine the wisdom of their years with a healthy dose of humor, The Northern Boys are a breath of fresh air in the hip-hop scene. Their lyrics cover everything from reminiscing about the good old days to tackling modern topics with a twist that only decades of experience can provide. Who knew that rhyming about bridge club could sound so cool? Forget about the bling and the flashy cars; The Northern Boys are all about comfortable cardigans and sensible shoes. Their style is as unique as their sound, proving that you don’t need a gold chain to make a statement. Whether they’re performing at the local pub or headlining at festivals, they bring an authenticity and charm that’s hard to resist. The Northern Boys are more than just a novelty act; they’re breaking stereotypes about aging and music. Who says you can’t learn new tricks? They’ve mastered the art of the viral video and social media, capturing the hearts of fans young and old. Their presence on stage is a celebration of life, laughter, and the power of music to bring people together. While some might think their audience would be limited to their contemporaries, The Northern Boys have a surprisingly broad appeal. From teenagers to fellow seniors, their fan base spans generations. It’s not every day you see a crowd of all ages grooving to tracks about everything from retirement plans to the joys of early bird specials. The Northern Boys are a delightful reminder that age is just a number, especially when it comes to music. Their journey from retirement to rap stardom is a testament to the power of passion, humor, and a good beat. So, tune in to this episode of Lesser Known People and discover how these hip-hop heroes are redefining the golden years, one rhyme at a time.

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Joseph Pujol: The King of Flatulence  Welcome to another riveting episode of Lesser Known People, where we explore the lives of those who left an indelible mark on history by doing the unthinkable. Today, we honor Joseph Pujol, a man whose talent was, quite literally, a gas. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s dive into the remarkable story of Joseph Pujol, also known as Le Pétomane—the man who turned passing gas into a celebrated art form. Born in 1857 in Marseille, France, Joseph Pujol was destined for greatness—though not the kind you’d expect. While most boys were learning the ABCs, young Joseph discovered he could control his abdominal muscles like a maestro conducting an orchestra. It wasn’t long before his unique gift—being able to inhale air through his rectum and expel it with finesse—propelled him onto the world stage. And you thought your weird talents were impressive! Joseph’s ability to produce musical tunes, mimic animal sounds, and even play the flute with his derrière made him a sensation. His stage name, Le Pétomane, translates to “The Fartiste,” and boy, did he live up to it. Imagine a sold-out theater in Paris with an audience eagerly awaiting the world’s only flatulence virtuoso. His performances were nothing short of magical, turning a bodily function into a symphony of sounds that left audiences both astounded and amused. Pujol’s shows were more than just a series of comedic fart noises. He elevated flatulence to an art form, complete with storytelling, musical numbers, and crowd participation. From impersonating the sounds of thunder and cannon fire to recreating the melodies of popular songs, Joseph’s act was a multi-sensory experience that tickled the fancy of everyone from commoners to kings. Who knew that a human wind instrument could bring so much joy? Joseph Pujol’s fame didn’t just stop at his performances; he inspired other artists and entertainers to think outside the box—or in his case, the digestive system. His legacy reminds us that sometimes the most peculiar talents can bring the most profound laughter and wonder. While he retired in 1914, his spirit lives on in the annals of history, proving that humor truly has no boundaries. So here’s to Joseph Pujol, the man who dared to dream big and fart even bigger. His unique talent blew away the competition, and his legacy is a breath of fresh air in the world of entertainment. Join us in this episode of Lesser Known People as we celebrate a man whose story is as timeless as it is flatulent. Tune in for a gas and prepare to be blown away!

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