Iowa Hog Farmer Kills His Wife With A Corn Rake

Pictured from left to right: Hog Farmer Todd Mullis, Corn Rake That Not Only Rakes Corn, and Hog Farmer’s Wife Who Is Now Deceased Thanks To Todd And The Corn Rake

NY Post – An Iowa hog farmer was found guilty of first-degree murder this week in the rage-fueled corn-rake slaying of his wife, who was reportedly having an affair. Todd M. Mullis, 43, was convicted Monday in the November slaying of Amy Mullis, 39, at their farm about 40 miles west of Dubuque.

Jurors came to their verdict after about 7½ hours of deliberations spanning two days. Prosecutors charged that Todd Mullis had wanted to kill his wife for four years and was fuming that she was having an affair. He worried that he’d lose his farm if she divorced him. That claim was backed up by Jerry Frasher, who testified during the trial that he was having an affair with Amy Mullis.

“I know she wasn’t happy,” said Frasher, a hog farm field manager. “She said she felt like a slave or a hostage around there. She said she was wanting [to leave Todd]. One time, she said if he ever found out [about the affair], she would disappear.” Authorities initially reported that Amy fell and landed on the corn rake.

Todd told investigators that the couple’s son found Amy impaled on the four-pronged rake, which he removed before driving her to the hospital, where she was later declared dead. But in December, an autopsy revealed that the woman had six puncture wounds — not four —  and her death was ruled a homicide.

Police also revealed that Todd searched disturbing topics online, including “organs in the body,” “killing unfaithful women” and “what happened to cheating spouses in historic Aztec tribes.”

But during the trial, Todd’s attorney suggested Amy startled someone in the farm’s shed — prompting that person to impale her in the back while Todd worked in a nearby barn. The jury clearly sided with the prosecution.

You have to give the defense attorney credit for creating the “she must have startled someone other than Todd, then they corn raked the shit out of her” theory. Although, you’d like to think it takes more than being startled to impale someone, which is why it’s common for us to clutch our chest and say “oh my heavens, you startled me”, and everyone has a good laugh once the goose bumps go down. We don’t get startled and go “oh YEAH? (looking around for a sharp instrument) Well take THIS you motherfucker” and then plunge a meat cleaver into their chest. That’s not how startling works, otherwise there would be dead bodies literally everywhere. Unfortunately for defense attorneys, sometimes your client leaves you nothing to work with, especially when they are doing moronic Google searches that ultimately become Exhibit A in the murder trial.

Among the several, guilty verdict inducing Google searches here, “killing unfaithful women” has to be my favorite. I’m not even going to waste my time searching that, because I already know how the results come back: “Kill them the same way you’d kill anyone else.” Perhaps the most puzzling search he tried was “organs in the body”, because, to be honest, once you’re past the third grade you should have a pretty good grasp of what’s in there. And finally, “how did the Aztecs deal with cheating spouses in ye olden days.” Well, spoiler alert, Todd, they didn’t go to fucking marriage counseling. It was probably just like in the movie “Apocalypto”, they’d bring the chick to the top of the pyramid, cut off her head, then roll it down the stairs almost like a reverse Skee Ball. And even though this was all enough to convict, at least Todd had enough common sense not to search “how to kill someone with one of the corn rakes that says ‘Property of Todd’s Pig Farm’ on it.”

Finally, how about this guy Jerry Frasher? Lucky for him Todd didn’t search “how should I kill a certain hog field manager?” Speaking of which, that sounds like the easiest job of all time. Other than building a fence around the field so the pigs can’t get out, and making sure there’s enough slop for them to eat, what else is there to do? I guess, looking back, one of the high priority items booked on Jerry’s hectic schedule was banging Todd’s wife.

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Well, Hello, Madame President!

Ladies and Gentlemen, please rise for the future first female president of the United States…..Ivanka Trump! We hear a lot of talk about Michelle Obama, Elizabeth Warren, or even, ick, Hillary Clinton, being women of style and grace, but this is class personified. Her ensemble is made up of a Prada skirt, black heels, and a silk blue button up top that probably wasn’t purchased from Kohl’s which stands absolutely no chance against those two nipples. Fortunately, we don’t operate in the same circles, otherwise…

Ivanka: “Hi, I’m Ivanka, nice to meet you.”

Me: “Hi, I’m Martin Nipples. Are you from around this areola I MEAN AREA?”

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Antonio Brown Not Only Receives, But He Also Delivers (i.e. Flatulence To His Doctor’s Face)

(Watch the video, and then see how the media twists the story to fit the whole “Antonio Brown is an asshole” narrative)

NY Post – Antonio Brown’s former doctor says the football star repeatedly farted in his face and laughed about it during a consultation where he showed up three hours late — and claims the receiver still owes him $11,000 in unpaid fees, according to a new report.

Dr. Victor Prisk said he was wary of signing the then-Pittsburgh Steeler because he had a reputation for being “flighty” and not paying his bills, but agreed to take him on as a client anyway, Sports Illustrated said Monday.

One of Brown’s acolytes took video of the noxious meeting in August 2018, obtained by TMZ, in which the footballer can be heard farting and laughing about it as Prisk tests his body fat. “It seemed just childish to me,” Prisk told Sports Illustrated. “I’m a doctor and this man is farting in my face.”

In the video, Brown jokes, “I had a lot of fiber, bro,” to one friend laughing off-camera. Prisk, a former bodybuilder and gymnast who runs Prisk Orthopaedics and Wellness in Monroeville, Pa., filed a suit against Brown earlier this month in Pennsylvania, claiming Brown — now a New England Patriot — owes him $11,500 in unpaid fees.

“He tells you he’s going to make it totally worth your while,” Prisk said, claiming the footballer wanted to go into business with him but “demurred” every time the doctor mentioned his agreed-upon $500 hourly rate. “He’s gonna invest in your business, invest in you. You’re part of my family. Call God and all that. But he doesn’t do that, and he doesn’t even pay the bill.”

First of all, if burping is a compliment to the chef, and we all agree that a subtle queef is a compliment to a lover, then farting should absolutely be a compliment to your doctor. So, a couple of things we should breakdown here:

  1. The doctor heard thru the grapevine that AB was a difficult patient, didn’t pay his bills, etc., and yet, took him on as a patient anyway. Now, ask yourself why a doctor would take on a patient who is flighty and doesn’t pay. Not only does this sound like a doctor who wants to rub elbows with famous celebrity clients, and rub ultrasound wands all over them, but it also sounds like someone who may have breached HIPAA compliance by discussing a patient’s personal attributes.
  2. Antonio Brown doesn’t fart “in his face”, which to be honest, was a complete disappointment when it didn’t happen. It felt like one of those old advertising scams where you’re promised one thing but get another, which in this case was the ol’ Fart n’ Switch. I’m not sure what I was expecting, I mean, I didn’t think he’d be spread-eagled with his legs in stirrups, but this isn’t farting in a face. I know what farting in your face truly is, because I have four older brothers, and you never forget the touch or scent of an anus that makes direct contact with your nose.
  3. Antonio IMMEDIATELY apologizes! “My bad.” He said my bad! What’s he supposed to do? You can’t put farts back in. Yeah, the second fart comes along (effortlessly, I might add) with more power and vibrato, but, we weren’t there, and no witness account can truly detail what, if any, smell there was. Anyone offering testimony to the contrary would be discounted as hearsay (or, hearsmell? sorry.)
  4. The doctor rubbed a wand around on his stomach to determine body fat (spoiler alert, dude, you’re ripped and an elite athlete, and to this layman it’s probably 4%.) In return, he wants $11,000? I’m not sure how many sessions AB signed up for with this guy, but he could have given him $500 and told him to take the balance of $10,500 and shove it up his ass.

Meanwhile, as these grifters continue coming out of the woods accusing Antonio of rapes and farts, the Patriots are playing the NY Jets this weekend. While the Jets have a star in L’veon Bell at running back, they basically have a paper boy playing quarterback. Pats 70, Jets 3.

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Adult Film Star Jessica Jaymes Found Dead at 43

Gone t(o)(o) soon

Well, with all due respect, there are a lot of zippers out there flying at half mast today. With all of the truly evil, despicable people in the world, for some reason god decided today was the day to wrap his long ass arms around this angel and bring her home. Nice going, dick.

Anyway, Jessica started doing soft core porn way back in 2002. Why do they call it soft core? Well, due the fact they wouldn’t show any penetration, you’d only get about half way hard. Before that, she was an elementary school teacher, which means it was the only time in history that dads actually looked forward to PTA night. Just imagine those phone calls:

Wife: “Don’t forget, tonight is PTA.”

Husband: “I’m already in the parking lot.”

While starring in over 200 films, Jessica went on to win such acclaimed awards as Penthouse’s “Honey of the Year”, “Best American Starlet” (for porn), and made the AVN’s “Hall of Fame.” And even though porn awards may not seem valuable to you or I, just like winning an Oscar in Hollywood, these accolades typically guarantee future work (as well as larger paydays). Still, I’ve always found it kind of ironic when a porn star gets all choked up when receiving an award for Best Deepthroat. Jessica’s acting talents didn’t stop with adult films, as she also had roles in Showtime’s “Weeds”, and “Celebrity Rehab Sober House”, which I didn’t watch but have to assume Tom Sizemore was there.

In closing, just because she was a porn actress doesn’t mean she wasn’t a kind, loving human being. Our thoughts and prayers go out to her friends and family, and now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to continue my research on this story over on Pornhub.

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Ric Ocasek Has Passed On

“For the millionth time, I’m not Howard Stern”

Ric Ocasek, lead singer of The Cars, has passed away at the age of 70 (or 75, depending on which news source you believe.) He sang a lot of hits you hear on the radio to this very day, songs like “Good Times Roll”, “You’re All I’ve Got Tonight”, and “Just What I Needed.” There are others, but I’m not gonna sit here all night typing out the whole fuckin discography. While song lyrics and their meanings are often the subject of debate, I believe virtually all of The Cars songs are about banging (if not now, eventually) or at the very least probably fingerblasting. Not “My Best Friend’s Girl” though, which, with the chorus of “She’s my best friend’s girl/she’s my best friend’s girl (girlll)/ but she used to be mine” appears to be a song about being cuckolded. But, perhaps he wrote the song at a time in his life where he said, you know what, things just didn’t work out for her and I, it wasn’t a good match for whatever reason, and now she’s dating my friend who’s a great guy, and maybe he was in such a good place where he was like “I’m genuinely happy for both of them.” There’s another, possibly even more likely scenario, in which he dated her first, then she turned into one of those chicks who never leaves and keeps asking when you’re going to write a song about her. His friend swoops in to relieve him of his duties, and maybe the song is just about the utter relief one feels when they’ve dodged a bullet.

While Ric has left us to go play on that big stage in the sky where everyone knows the lead singer’s name but the rest of the band are still nobodies, we are fortunate enough to be alive here on the same earth where his wife still resides. Obviously, our thoughts and prayers are with their entire family, but I would be remiss if I did not point out the fact that Paulina is a total Wilf.

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This Story Gives A Whole New Meaning To The Term “Dick Wrecker”

“Victoria Frabutt, alleged penis hacker off-er”

NY POSTVictoria Frabutt faces malicious castration charges for allegedly committing the heinous act at her Newport home, news station WITN reported.

Deputies were called around 4 a.m. early Tuesday after Victoria  allegedly mutilated her 61-year-old hubby, James Frabutt, according to Carteret County Maj. Jason Wank. Wank said that deputies were able to locate the detached body part and placed it on ice. It wasn’t immediately known whether doctors were able to reattach the severed member.

The injured husband was brought to Vidant Medical Center, where his condition is unknown, according to WITN. The motive behind Frabutt’s alleged action was not immediately clear, authorities said. Victoria was also charged with kidnapping and booked on $100,000 bond. She’s set to appear in court Wednesday.

Well, where to begin? So many angles on this unplanned, and absolutely unauthorized dickectomy. There is no way Mrs. Frabutt has a license to practice dick medicine. And, unless this guy is guilty of something so vile, so despicable, that it would even make Jeffrey Epstein’s ghost blush, then I simply cannot stand for guys having their dicks hacked off. We just cannot have it in our society. Did he cheat on her? Maybe, I mean, scroll back up and have another look for yourself. But to hack off a dick? Come on, that’s a bit extreme and seriously not fair. You want to spike his Gatorade with antifreeze until his pancreas falls out his bhole, fine. While I’m staunchly opposed to poisoning your spouse, I would have preferred it in this case because, like god (?), I feel strongly about men having the right to take their dicks with them from the starting line all the way to the finish line.

Now, as if all this hackin’ and sawin’ and gnawin’ wasn’t bad enough, you have these poor cops walking around the lawn looking for Mr. Frabutt’s missing dick. We’ll never know if they actually put out an APB (aka All Penis Bulletin) on this thing, but can you even imagine the call coming in over the radio?

Dispatcher: “We have a domestic dispute over in Carteret County.”

Cop: “On my way, roger, breaker breaker, over and out” (or whatever they say)

Dispatcher: “All units, be advised, you are gonna need flashlights, and hopefully one of y’all have an old Taco Bell cup with ice in it and some salad tongs.”

Still, I would have liked to have seen the look on the doctor’s face when they brought this thing to the hospital. He was probably like “What’s this, a Dr. Pepper, for me? OH, IT’S THE DICK? You guys brought me the dick in a Taco Bell cup? omg, that’s cute, and I appreciate your level of confidence, but who am I, Dr. Frankenstein over here? You may as well toss that thing in the rubbish bin.”

Anyway, I cannot be the only person who was reading this story and said, outloud, “you have got to be kidding” when it was mentioned the spokesman’s name is Major Wank.

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Watch Naked Guy Elude Cops (Safe For Work As His Privates Are Pixelated)

By now, you may have heard this young man “allegedly” murdered some family members (the mother in law, wife, and child of minor league pitcher Blake Bivens), but what you haven’t heard or seen is this video. Never in all my years have I seen someone just casually jogging with their dick flapping around in the wind, especially with triple homicide charges looming. Now, I have seen a guy doing what I previously thought was the impossible, which is sprinting with a raging boner, but that’s a blog for another time. Anyway, if you’re looking down the barrel of 30 to life (or especially the death penalty), you might want to think about getting your giddy up on. I don’t know, maybe show a little hustle? This guy looks like he thinks he’s involved in the world’s slowest game of TV tag.

I’ve watched this video at least ten times, and no, not because I hope the pixelation will eventually go away. Speaking of, someone’s entire job out there is editing videos and putting blurry boxes in front of dicks and pussies.

Wife: “How was work today?”

Husband (whose only job is to blur out privates): “HOW DO YOU THINK IT WAS, DIANE?”

Anyway, why bother, we all know what they look like by now. They’re both ugly. Dicks are gross, and everybody knows it. And, I’m sorry, but vaginas are no picnic, either. As a young man, all I ever heard was “just wait until you see one”, and then one day I did see one, but I didn’t know what to do so I went back to the arcade to play Donkey Kong. And yet, one of life’s great joys is how when you eventually do put it in there (thank you, Tinder) it feels like a unicorn’s horn is going into a fun, squishy rainbow.

Now, I commend this officer for playfully jogging around in circles and spraying mace, rather than doing what I would have done, which is to shoot him eleven times with my rifle. I’m sorry, we are all innocent until proven guilty, but this case appears to be a slam dunk, and for christ’s sake, this naked guy is trying to touch me with his dick? Aww, hell no. I didn’t go thru Police Academy and spend 19 years on the force so a lunatic could dry hump me on the lawn while some asshole does nothing except film it. In retrospect, perhaps my unique, law enforcement theory of ‘shoot first ask questions later’ is why I’m not a cop.

Bonus LOL at the 0:32 mark when the K9 unit is ready to fuck this guy up, but then sees his dick bouncing around and decides to take a powder.

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The Media Stopped Talking About It, So I Guess The Amazon Fires Must Be Out

“fuck it, just cut and paste an old picture of the same fires that have been burning since the beginning of time” – celebrities (and now, me)

Right around the time President Donald Trump was announcing that he would be waiving outstanding student loan debt for disabled military veterans (pretty cool, right?), the mainstream media and a few celebritards decided now was a good time to sow discord and release dated pictures of typical fires in the Amazon. Among them, Emmanuel Macron, a politician, Madonna, a singer, and Cristian Ronaldo, who is a soccer ball kicker. Unfortunately, the student loan waiver does not apply to soldiers like me, who served my country during COUNTLESS tours on both American soil and overseas, where I took heavy fire from terrorists in a little game known as Call of Duty 4.

Now, while I admit fires in the Amazon are somewhat concerning, it should be noted that over the past 15 years, per NASA fuckin scientists, there have been more fires in the Amazon than what is currently burning right now. This is why you don’t see celebrities, or really anyone else, running around with five gallon buckets of water and shitting their pants trying to put this thing out. So, relax baby, it’s called the Amazon rainforest for a reason.

Meanwhile, Leonardo DiCaprio has just pledged $5 million to help with the fires, but obviously where that money goes (or proof of such a transaction ever taking place) is anyone’s guess. While I commend him for his efforts, writing a check for $5 million to him is like you or I throwing fifty cents down the sewer. That’s maybe 50% of his earnings for “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood”, which, thru no fault of his, was an utter piece of garbage. No spoilers, but at one point during the movie, I daydreamed that a shooter came into our theater and I was totally okay with it.

So, don’t worry about the media-projected crisis du jour (mmm, the crisis of the day, I’ll have that), instead, worry about what story is being broomed to make way for this fear mongering bullshit. Let’s get a conversation going in the comments regarding broomed stories. Here, I’ll go first: The Las Vegas Shooting. Here, I’ll go second: Anthony Weiner’s laptop. Here, I’ll go third: Young men keep dying in high-powered Democratic donor Ed Buck’s apartment. Here, I’ll go fourth, and fucking so on and so on.

Thanks,

Martin

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“Collide” Singer Howie Day Arrested For Assaulting His Ex-Girlfriend. No Word Yet On Whether Or Not He Has Any Other Songs.

“hey, can I borrow 500 bucks? Like, right now?”

NY Post – “Collide” singer Howie Day was arrested for assaulting his ex-girlfriend in a Manhattan hotel, authorities said. Howard K. Day, 34, was charged with assault and arraigned Saturday in Manhattan Criminal Court.

The Seattle-based singer allegedly began arguing with his girlfriend Friday afternoon when he angrily grabbed the woman, threw her around and wrapped his hands around her throat, police said. “I’m going through Xanax withdrawal, I’m going to pass out,” he apparently told an officer after he being taken into custody, according to prosecutors.

The victim, who sought medical attention after the assault, got an order of protection against Day, who is currently on tour. Day also faces charges of criminal obstruction of breathing, assault, and criminal possession of a controlled substance. Day did not enter a plea and is being held on $500 bail.

I’m not sure who edits this celebrity story excrement at the NY Post, but the article says he assaulted his ex-girlfriend in a hotel, and then the very next paragraph starts with “began arguing with his girlfriend Friday afternoon.” Well, which one is it, is she the ex, or is she the current girlfriend? In the grand scheme of things, I suppose it doesn’t matter much, but at least have a disclaimer like “We no longer edit or proofread our articles because the majority of people who are genuinely interested in stories like this are vapid morons. Don’t forget to click around on our ads!”

Plus, this seems like it went further than just getting a little physical. Arguing with a woman? ok. Angrily grabbing a woman? Not ok, but we’ll allow it without knowing all the circumstances. Threw her around? That’s really not okay. Wrapped his hands around her throat, or, “criminal obstruction of breathing”, which I guess is a new fancy legal term for choking? That no longer seems like assault, that sounds like attempted murder. And, while it’s nice for Howie to blame his current condition on Xanax (and will probably use that in his upcoming defense), I want my rock n’ roll stories to be riddled with coke and heroin use. I mean, copping to Xanax addiction would be like Tommy Lee getting pulled over because he was wasted on White Claws. Can you even imagine the headline? “Motley Crue Bad Boy Arrested For Driving His Ford Fusion While Intoxicated On Ruby Grapefruit Hard Seltzers.”

There are no winners in this story, so to quote Howie Day’s own song, Collide, ♫ even the best fall down some times ♫ (you just hope it’s not your former lover who’s been touring the low-level rock club circuit playing the same one hit, night in and night out, and ends up putting you in a fucking choke hold.)

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