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Boston bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s sick fangirls

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev fangirls

“Though he stands accused of the Boston Marathon bombings, for some girls and women, he’s the ultimate ‘bad boy'” – Charlotte Allen

Yes, the ultimate bad boy alright, one who enjoys “allegedly” maiming innocent women and children.

You don’t see a similar phenomenon with men towards women. Granted, the number of evil men outweighs evil women. That said, the bizarre mental derangement of falling in love and worshiping murderers and accused murderers is largely the domain of women. Sick women, that is– like the ones who think Boy Bomber is not only innocent, but sexy too.

Just look at the image to the left. Lots of law abiding men in America to pursue and admire, and women are placing their interest and attention on him?

Beer and a cadaver leg

Another date, and another unique tale. You can’t make this stuff up.

Met up over a beer a 43-year-old fitness buff. Good pics and bio. Especially compared to what’s on that dating site. In person, she even looked like her pictures. Two thumbs up on that alone. Best of all, she had lots of personality.

She told me she works for a company that sells orthopedic equipment to doctors, and that earlier that day she was working in a room full of cadavers. I was quite intrigued, as human remains have always given me the heebie jeebies.

But I wasn’t prepared for what she did next, show me an iPhone picture of the cadaver leg from earlier that day! At first I didn’t want to even see it. We were both drinking cold beer, and the last thing I needed to cross my eyes was a dead man’s amputated leg.

Curiosity got the best of me, however, and I looked as she tilted her phone in my direction.


Sure enough, she showed me a amputated leg that was on an aluminum operating table. At least the sawed off side was sutured up. My stomach started feeling queasy, and that never happens to me.

I looked up at her and said, “This date will go down in history for as long as I live… I meet a woman on a blind date, and 15 minutes later she shows me a sawed off leg of a dead man’s body.”

I could tell she was quite proud… a big smile across her face the entire time. Not sure if that’s the only reason, but I never called her again…