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The sickest serial killers you never heard of ▲ What happens when a psycho calls his girlfriend “Ma”▲ Why sex in a van = death ▲ How Halloween went from Charlie Brown’s Great Pumpkin to gorn ▲ The 21st century calisthenics that cause obesity ▲ Why you should always heed a creepy feeling ▲ Do you know a serial killer? ▲ Are you a serial killer?

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How did we go from Charlie Brown’s Great Pumpkin to the twisted gorn now emblematic of America’s 2nd biggest revenue producing “holiday?” And what the fuck ever happened to Thanksgiving?

You know any day now, the history revisionists will re-cut the Pilgrims as they did Columbus, rendering Thanksgiving a celebration of shame and savagery. But that’s for another show.

There’s no denying the savagery of two of L.A.’s weirdest serial killers, Douglas Clark and his girlfriend/roomie, Carol Bundy.

As you can see, Doug was mister average, though he does have the same psycho glint in his eye as most politicians. That expression that says “I’m a diseased and worthless pile of shit, but look how sincere I can appear when I want to.” I’m always leery of guys doing the no-pressure hand-to-chin pose. Seems like every phony CEO uses that pose.

Doug is doing life at San Quentin. You can write to him at inmate # C63000, San Quentin CA, 94964.

This is Dougie circa 2015. Don’t know if somebody got his eye. Maybe it was look like a pirate day at the big house. He still has the psycho look in his remaining eye.

Below is Carol Bundy, now deceased. In her day, she was quite a hot number. Not a hot looking number, but she did manage to bed quite a few guys. One, she gut-stabbed nine times, slashed his ass and then shot him in the head. Then she sawed off his head. She was a nurse. And a 2x mom. So maternal. A real nurturer.

This the Little Nashville – the bar where Doug and Carol met. It was in North Hollywood. Wonder who the biker was obstructing the view. Maybe he was there the night Carol shanked, shot and decapitated the guy she had just screwed outside that honkey tonk.

Below are two heads stuffed in a fridge. I couldn’t locate an image of the actual hooker head Doug Clark stuck in Carol’s Whirlpool Frost-Free, but this is a reasonable facsimile. Carol made the hooker head up real pretty for Doug – foundation, rouge, mascara, eye-liner, lip-gloss, and hair, so Doug could take it in the shower and have his way with it.

There now, is that enough Halloween sickness for you? Makes you almost pine for Charlie Brown’s boring, G-rated pumpkin.

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