In our local paper, one of the day's major headlines is that "Duluth Police Search for Rubber Ball Fetish Burglar."
Apparently, some guy in town has a major thing for big exercise balls. He's broken into several health clubs and medical practices to slash and pop large exercise balls.
Only in the Twin Ports.
A couple years ago, it was a guy who, ahem, had his way with a dead deer on the side of the road. After his release from prison, he was sent back to the clink after violating the conditions of his parole by staring longingly at a cow at the county fair.
I'm serious about this.
I know it's sick, but I also find it extremely hilarious.
I also found one of the comments on today's newspaper article extremely hilarious:
"Don't knock it until you try it, prudes."
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My friend Karen (aka Nikkisixx) lives in South Superior where the dude was having his way with the carcass. She then sang me a song about it called "I'm In Love With a Deer Carcass"(in the tune of the "I'm in love with a stripper" song). Her use of the word "rigamortis" was pure magic.
Exercise Ball Fetish. The appeal is - big? round? rubbery? HUH?
as H was leaving tonight to visit Mr. W in the garage, he said "i'll lock the front door, just in case. we do have a fitness ball in the basement you know...." ha!
i wonder how long until the national news picks up that story? duluth is going to get teased.....
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