The crew was going to a local punk concert, and she was generally a bit more straight laced.
So we were all a bit surprised when she showed up in a red wig, and leather, and said her name was Jackie. We were joking about her maybe thinking we all had 'punk names… that we just all used all the time because we were always dressed a bit punk.
We all go back to the house most of them relived at to crash, and wake up in the morning to them fighting, and her accusing him of sleeping with Jackie. And him being like ‘I thought it was just a bit of role play!’
He goes into the bathroom, and she comes out to the kitchen and wete all just like, really, we all knew it was you the whole time… also your tattoo was showing…
If I remember correctly, it was also a somewhat common method of murdering your husband to drive a nail into his skull. The tiny wound would be easily hidden and apparently quite a few people got away with it.
Allegedly my great (maybe great great, I don’t know) grandmother tried to murder her husband by putting rat poison in his morning coffee. I don’t know if the forensics back then would have been able to identify that, but fortunately it didn’t matter because apparently rat poison floats.
Idk about the forensics part. Were probably talking strychnine back then, which os pretty obvious because it causes muscle spasms and people to contort up and stiffen up pretty unaturally.
Sleep with him while in disguise, then accuse him of sleeping with someone else. Then you’ve managed both!
On of my friends gfs did that back in the day.
The crew was going to a local punk concert, and she was generally a bit more straight laced.
So we were all a bit surprised when she showed up in a red wig, and leather, and said her name was Jackie. We were joking about her maybe thinking we all had 'punk names… that we just all used all the time because we were always dressed a bit punk.
We all go back to the house most of them relived at to crash, and wake up in the morning to them fighting, and her accusing him of sleeping with Jackie. And him being like ‘I thought it was just a bit of role play!’
He goes into the bathroom, and she comes out to the kitchen and wete all just like, really, we all knew it was you the whole time… also your tattoo was showing…
Sounds like a healthy relationship.
If I remember correctly, it was also a somewhat common method of murdering your husband to drive a nail into his skull. The tiny wound would be easily hidden and apparently quite a few people got away with it.
Allegedly my great (maybe great great, I don’t know) grandmother tried to murder her husband by putting rat poison in his morning coffee. I don’t know if the forensics back then would have been able to identify that, but fortunately it didn’t matter because apparently rat poison floats.
I was never told what happened to her, though.
Idk about the forensics part. Were probably talking strychnine back then, which os pretty obvious because it causes muscle spasms and people to contort up and stiffen up pretty unaturally.