MFM Minisode 512

This is exactly right. I believe that whoever was in that room and did that was a murderer. A new podcast series, "Fault Line Haditha," tells the story of a shocking crime and a cover-up at the highest levels of the United States Marine Corps. If you've got five players and you offer immunity to four, you better be right about the fifth because if you're not, then you've just given immunity to your color. Listen to "Fault Line Haditha" on the iHeart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. "There was no anything inside those eyes. They turned black. It scared the hell out of me." "Evil wake up! I'm the one that saw the murder! Take place by Kremeth Indepipo!" Anthony DePipo showed no signs of remorse, appearing unfazed after being sentenced to the maximum. "I said I'm not guilty. I'll take it to the grave." Listen to the devil's quarre in the Bone Valley feed on the iHeart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. The detective said he had stalked her before she died. Years later, they said he remained the person they continued to focus on. "My favorite murder, and welcome to my favorite murder." The mini-show. We read you your stories and you love it. You love it. We love it. Let's do it. I'm going to go first this time, right? Do it. Yeah, okay. This is called "How I met the third man in Hawaii." And the third man is that story I've done before. I did a long time ago of like a ghosty person helping save your life, and then there was nobody there. Yes, I love these stories. This is kind of long, but hopefully so is their life. Okay. Hello, kind strangers who give us weekly tales of ghastly deeds and human triumph. Last month, while vacationing in Hawaii, I had the unfortunate, or maybe fortunate, luck of, quote, "meeting the third man." I'm a 46-year-old male and a decent swimmer, though slightly overweight, which, as I found out, does not equate to buoyancy. I've been snorkeling and not a little before when I was younger, and because of this, I probably overestimated my current abilities. Yeah, 46, we do that a lot. You're just like, "I've done that before. So easy." I'm still in great shape. Let's go. It happened three days into vacation when my wife and I headed to the beach with our two boys, 17 and five. Afternoon winds and waves tend to churn up the waters a bit on the beach, so I couldn't see the reef when I headed into the water for what I thought would be some light snorkeling. Unfortunately, as I would later find out, I picked a spot on the beach right in the middle of what is listed on the map as Grey's Channel, which happens to have very little reef and is actually the deepest stretch of the whole ocean. Oh, the whole thing? I mean, of that ocean? I don't know. A few other vacationers nearby were snorkeling in the same area, and I heard one excitedly call out that there was a sea turtle, probably 50 or 60 feet to my right. After staring down at sand for the last 15 minutes, I turned to their voices and put in some good kicks hoping to catch some video of the turtle with my GoPro wristwatch. Just experience it. Why are we always filming? Why do you have to capture it and make, why do you have to make it into content? We'll be right back. Right. Speaking up. And as I approached them, that's when things went sideways. My chest tightened up. I felt lightheaded and I realized that I was in trouble. This was an asthma attack. What? A scuba diving asthma attack? Who knew? Fuck. I turned ahead to shore, and that's when I realized how far out I had gone. I could see the shore, but I was about a hundred yards away. Now, when you're having an asthma attack on land, for most cases, it's not a huge deal. You take a few puffs of your inhaler and on your way. In the water though, there are complications. First of all, I went out like a dummy with no flotation. Just me, a snorkel, and some flippers to keep myself afloat. Less air in your lungs means less buoyancy to stay up. Breathing through a tube in this state is not ideal and to pile on further, kicking your legs is drawing away critical oxygen in the blood that you're trying to use to breathe. And when I started to have trouble keeping my head above water and tried raising my hands and calling for help, that's also when I realized no help was coming. In addition to being in the deepest part of the beach, I was also in a section that had zero life guards and nobody could hear me. I rolled onto my back, switched on the camera, and started to say goodbye to my family. Wow. Yeah. That's so scary. No. It just turns like that. A hundred yards is so far like when you think about it as like shore and how far you have to swim through an asthma attack. Yes. And no one seeing or hearing you or no. That's when I, quote, met the third man. I never saw anyone with my eyes, but there was suddenly the sensation of another person there and a voice that I could hear, quote, stop talking to the camera. You're burning air. You might still be able to make it. Take a bearing on the shore, float on your back and start kicking. Even if you don't get all the way on your own, you'll be closer to shore and someone might be able to get to you in time the closer you are. So I did what I was told and started kicking my way back while still struggling with the tightness in my ribcage. No talking. Every movement calculated on getting back to shore. Get a few breaths. Keep going. It took me about 10 minutes until I finally felt my flippers hit the bottom by which point the family had realized something was wrong. My oldest son had to haul me out onto dry land as waves carried me up the last 50 feet or so. And that's when the voice departed with, see, you made it. My legs and arms were numb from exhaustion. And for the next hour, I could not move. I just yacked and then laid their focusing on breathing. Fun note, I had also left my inhaler back in the hotel room. So no relief from that. That's, that is an unrealistic asthmatic, right? Probably. I'll be fine. It's fun. I haven't talked with too many people about what happened because I feel like even after reading about the third man and hearing you guys talk about it, a disembodied voice telling you to shut up and giving you directions in the middle of the ocean would probably sound a bit nuts to most. Thanks for taking us along for the ride every week. Stay sexy and fight for every last effing breath. Smarticus is the name they use. Not a mess. Smarticus. Wow, that's, first of all, very meaningful to me that smarticus would share his third man experience with us because it's like, yeah, you would be kind of embarrassed, but we love this shit. Right. And then I wonder if he hadn't listened to that episode if he would have either not listened to it or just blown it off. Right. So we saved his life as what I'm trying to say. Yeah, it absolutely was us there in Hawaii. It might as well, we are the third man. Yeah, third and fourth. Now you always a trip to Hawaii. That's what we have figured out. But I do love that idea where in the stories I've heard, like that one and others, where it isn't a familiar voice. It isn't like my grandmother came to me. It's literally like some weird right in your ear like do this. Don't do that. Get it together. And do this in a way like you weren't thinking that you could do that. Like floating on your back and doing backstrokes to tell you can get close enough and they can find you like didn't cross his mind. He had to like hear it from an outside voice. Right. And kind of like a voice that said don't give up. Yeah, you have to start and here's how you can't start. It's not impossible. Just like cut through. Totally. I know I've talked about this before, but I recommend the podcast snapped a bunch of times. It's amazing. But it's people telling their own first-person stories. And there is a woman who tells a childhood story of the third man coming to get her to basically run away from people who are trying to kid like a truck that was trying to follow her when she was on her bike. Yeah. And it was a third man voice in her ear basically going run now stop. Yeah. It is like snap the podcast. You snapped. God, it's so good. Amazing. You broke me. You do not deserve happiness. I'm Andrea Gunning. On this season of Betrayal, Carl thought he was living a normal drama-free life until the messages started. Someone's not going to make it out of this alive. Every piece of evidence pointed to the wrong guy. He was not going to stop unless we stopped him. Listen to Betrayal season six on the iHeart radio app Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Anyway, very similar story here. This subject line of this email is Lemonade Stan Scam. Hello, I heard a Lemonade Stan story in many so 508 and I knew I needed to tell my Lemonade Stan story. It says I live in a northern cold place where winter lasts nine months and summer must be fully taken advantage of. A couple years ago it was the first nice day of the year. It was a Sunday morning a nice 65 degrees and everyone was coming out of their homes to enjoy the weather. I was driving listening to music with the windows down and feeling extra chipper. So when I saw a little kid manning a lemonade stand, I decided to pull over. I asked the little boy how much he was charging and he said 25 cents for a small and 50 cents for a large. I felt like spending the big buckets so I told him I'd take a large and I rummaged through my car for two quarters. Once I handed him the money, he broke the news to me. He said, "Well, we don't have any lemonade yet. We just have water." I was a little shocked, but I said I'd take the water. He proceeded to pour me warm water in a glass tiki man cup, yes, like those souvenir cups you get that look like you're drinking out of a tiki man, but glass. He then handed it to me as I took a sip and then he said, "I'm going to need that cup back when you're done." At that point, I took one more sip, handed him back the warm water in a cup and politely told him, "I'm not thirsty and he can use the water for his nearby plants." So many things went through my head. Where did this water actually come from? Had he used this cup on other people already? Would he clean it after I drank out of it? Would he actually dump out the water? Yes, exactly. The whole thing seemed a little too sketchy for me, too sketchy after you took the sip. But I do appreciate his strategy to make sure he secured that 50 cents. Anyway, stay sexy and make sure you have the product in hand before handing over the cash. Wow. Learning and growing here are a lot of scammers. That's fucking hilarious. We don't have lemons right this moment. I would go wash my mouth with the antibacterial, so I was just thinking about gross children are. Yes. And where the cup could have been sitting next to their front porch gathering really. Totally. It's a rainwater cup. Pour it out. Turn on the spiket outside. Get your lead pipes. Get the tadpoles out of there. Grints it. Why are we also obsessed with romance? On the Radio 831 podcast, join us, Sanjana Basker, and Tyler McCall, as we unpack all the trending tropes, fuzzy adaptations, book talk drama, and celebrity love stories with hot takes and sharp guests. Each episode digs into what these stories reveal about desire, fantasy, identity, and how we love now. Listen to the radio 831 podcast on the I Heart Radio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. There was no anything inside those eyes. They turned black. It scared the hell out of me. Evil wake up, and the woman saw the murder take place by Kriveth Indipipo. Anthony DePippo showed no signs of remorse, appearing unfazed after being sentenced to the maximum. I said I'm not guilty. I'll take it to the grave. Listen to the devil's quarre in the bone valley feed on the I Heart Radio app, Apple podcasts, wherever you get your podcasts. In the 1970s, my grandma and grandpa were having a vacation and had just arrived at their hotel. Grandpa decided to go play at the casino, while my grandma jumped in the shower after a full day of travel. After a few minutes, she heard pounding on the door. The door being forced open and then yelling, this is the FBI come out with your hands up. My grandmother terrified, jumped out of the shower, covered herself with the robe, and went out to her hotel bedroom to find five armed FBI agents. Apparently, my aunt was dealing with her. Apparently my grandma looks a lot like the kidnapped Patty Hearst, who had just robbed the bank in San Francisco and was wanted. Who? Leash it. Someone in the lobby of the hotel, some nosy fucking bitch. You know what I saw? Patty Hearst. Sorry. I called your grandma bitch. Yeah. Someone in the lobby of the hotel called the police while grandma and grandpa had been checking in. As grandma is explaining everything, someone alerted my grandpa and he came up from the casino to help sort out the mess and describe it. No. My grandma was not Patty Hearst after a bit the FBI left. Turns out throughout this entire mess, my grandma was more panicked about the two joints left on the dresser, all caps, in plain sight of the FBI agents. So this is what the 70s are. 80s. Yes. Yes, there's joint. Like that's early 70s. That is straight to jail. Yes. Right? Oh, yeah. Straight to jail. Straight to jail. Straight to jail. She knew she couldn't hide them covertly so she just had to wait to see if they would arrest her for the pot. Once they realized she had not robbed any banks. I think fully grandma and grandpa didn't get arrested and we still laugh about it to this day. Where did you get pot back then? I mean, yeah, they either live next to a pot farm or they actually were drug dealers and should have been arrested that day. Thank you for everything. I've been here since 2016 and you've gotten me through so many tough patches and beautiful moments. Thank you for all of your discussions on mental health. It was what inspired me to finally start medication and wow, this stuff works. You have a listener for life here and remember, don't put anything on a dresser. You don't want the FBI to see Taylor and then side by side of grandma and Patty Hearst. Are you ready? Yes. Okay. Tell me if you think they look alike. Oh. See, not enough. That person was being so nosy. They do not look close enough. Well, here's the thing. This was like the monoculture where this was the only thing that happened that day. Totally. It wasn't like, oh, well, flip, flip, flip. And there's a bunch of other exciting stuff. It's like this. And what if they were right? Yeah. All right. Cool. Thank you for having that in Taylor. We love grandparents stories. We love like rebellious grandparents. Also false identity, mistaken identity, FBI being involved. Grandparents, mistaken identity within the FBI. Yeah. So everything we love. Very similar to this subject line, tornado slash grandparent slash dog survival story. It says, hello, I heard a call for tornado stories. As someone who was born and raised in Oklahoma, I could not resist sharing mine exactly who we want to hear from Oklahoma. On May 3rd, 1999, an F five tornado devastated my hometown with wind speeds reaching 301 miles per hour, a total of 8,132 homes, 1,041 apartments, 260 businesses, 11 public buildings, and seven churches were damaged or destroyed. That's an entire large town. It took out a town. Holy shit. And I think, I mean, F five, obviously. But it's like, that's what they do in a swath, in a strip of, I mean, it's just tornadoes man. So the tornado lasted for over an hour and tracked a 38 mile path through the state. Amongst the rubble was my grandparents, Jerry pronounced Gary, sorry, Gary pronounced Gary. That's like the parks and right two parks and a wreck in one. So it was Gary and Kathy's home. So Gary spells it, Jerry and pronounces it. No, you're not. That's not allowed. I've never been angrier. They had been in downtown Oklahoma City at a minor league baseball game when the sirens rang out, signaling that a tornado had touched down and they had to take cover. Upon returning home to the suburbs of Oklahoma City, they found their home destroyed. To be able to get in and out of their neighborhood after that, they had to prove their identity to the National Guard who patrolled the streets armed with guns at all times. Amongst the shock and horror of seeing their entire home destroyed, they realized something horrifying. Their pug puppy, Popeye, named this because she was missing an eye had been at home and in the backyard when the tornado hit. Not only had they lost their home, but they lost their puppy who was less than a year old at the time. The next day while sorting through rubble, my papa called out near what had been his backyard workshop. There, burrowed under the rubble, was little Popeye scared but alive and well. Just a little girl, a little one, a girl, it's only just a baby. My grandparents have only been able to assume that she sensed what was coming and took cover. They had thought that they heard a whimper coming from the ruins of their backyard all day and they were right. Because my papa documents everything with photos, I'm able to include pictures of papa in this spot where she had sheltered herself. Where they found her. Just like, I don't know what's going on, did that little dog fly up into the eye of that fucking storm? I mean, like, that's a baby. Just a little one. Papa I want on to live a full life in my grandparents' new home, fully equipped with a tornado shelter, passing away in 2011 at the age of 12. Despite her generally grumpy attitude, she was my fiercest protector. It's so sweet. And it says, I've heard you mention about whether newscasters being a serious job and you ladies are so right, I'm now engaged to a newscaster, director at one of the major stations here in Oklahoma. And he frequently pulls 12 to 13 hour shifts. Wow. I'm grateful for my fiancee and his co-workers that work so hard to keep us safe. And before I go, So I want to thank you ladies for showing me that loving true crime can be something you can make a career out of. When I began listening to this podcast, I was a community college student with absolutely no idea of what I wanted to do with my life. Because of you, I had the courage to pursue my master's degree in forensic psychology. Oh my God. I earned it in May, 2026, master's, a master's, and I'm speechless. And I'm currently getting my doctorate in forensic sciences. Stay sexy. Support your local news stations and take cover when you hear tornado sirens. Z. She's incredible. Oh, and here's another picture of her grandparents' home, the devastation. Wow. That is trashed. It's just like, have you ever seen the footage where it's just like, and then every once while they'll just be one home untouched. Totally. It's so crazy that we've been on long enough that someone could not know what to do with their life. Decide what to do with their life. Do the thing. Do it. And then start working up in the thing. Yeah. Get a serious credit. Accredation. What do they call it? Yes. Okay. It's yes, that. I survived nine months in captivity, and I've spent my life exploring how other people survive what should have destroyed them. I'm Elizabeth Smart, and these are the survivor files. Every week, I'm with survivors who live through the unthinkable, abducted, stalked, controlled, and merely silenced. These are stories about what it takes to make it out alive. Listen to the survivor files with Elizabeth Smart on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Lisa, tell them about our new show. We have a new podcast. It's called Don't Lie to Me. I'm Lexi Iwanyu, we're two best friends, 22 years apart, but so close at heart. I'm Lisa Julio, the old one, which means we have wildly different references, occasionally different opinions, and at this point in my 50s, I've lived it all. Now in my 30s, being the founder of new shoes, good taste is my business. Listen on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Teacher drug dog confession story is my last one. Nice. Hi Karen, Georgia. You didn't ask for this, but what the hell here goes. In my first month of being a public high school math teacher, the drug dogs came around campus, standard procedure, and a student immediately raised his hand and told me that he had a little pot and asked if he could just give it to me now instead of waiting for the dogs to come by. I started absolutely panicking like all caps, oh my god, why would you tell me that? And he starts begging me to take the pot from him and I'm sweating, telling him and the whole class that I'm going to have no choice but to call the front desk and have them bring the dogs straight to our classroom. Now he's like reaching into his bag, well I'm screaming, do not touch anything and I'm freaking out and walking towards the classroom phone and he walks towards me and turns open his palm. And inside his hand is the tiniest little terracotta pot I have ever seen in my entire life. Like so small, it was basically a thimble, quote, a little pot, no idea why they even make terracotta pots that small for me. I fucking love them or why he had this in his backpack, but it was an all time prank. The kid was in on his own joke. It was his joke. It was his joke. It was his joke. I have a little pot. Can you hold on to my little pot for me? It's a joke or is it a narc test? Right. Now he knows. And we know you got up to walk toward that phone. Right. Never trust you. You can always keep a little pot in your bag. I mean, I literally was like, could they open the window and put the backpack outside? I'm like, wouldn't you help? She wouldn't. I mean, she could get fired and probably arrested for that. Well, that or a teen, teen going to jail? True. Okay. This is going to be a nice roundus out because we've really talked about everything today. Surely. So the subject line of this email is my boyfriend won a baby modeling contest. Okay. Baby model. What is this? What is this? What is this? I'm just imagining a mom holding him up, turning on this side, like a cat show when they hold the cat. And they're like, yep. And they're like, here's the stretch. Here's the tail. Open the mouth of the baby. I got the tail. When you show a sheep, you have to hold their jowls down and stick your knee into their chest. Same with the baby. Right? So that the baby bloats out. I didn't want to know that. Okay. Hello, MFM crew. Too bad. That's how I live from age eight. Hello, MFM crew. Listening to your most recent mini-sode, you asked for baby mall contest. Who are we? Just total lunatic. When I have a strange one, my boyfriend told me on our first date, oh, I love that. And I make him tell it at all dinner parties/family gatherings/to random people we meet. My boyfriend Gus had two truths in a lie on his hinge profile that led to a very interesting conversation on our first date. When he was a baby, his family was living in Malaysia for his dad's job. His mother entered him into the highly competitive baby racing contest that plagued the early 2000s malls, not only in the United States, but also in Malaysia. Do you remember the baby races? It's like a dog, like a docks and race where they just, like, they kind of put out little lanes. I love them. I know, right? I'm fine with those. Because some babies just hang out. Totally. And the screaming makes them stop or go faster. It's always funny. It's very random. He's on par parallel to chicken shipping go. So a baby Gus dominated the competition and won the crawling race. And unbeknownst to him caught the attention of a baby modeling agent who approached his mom with an offer for a cover modeling shoot for a popular baby magazine. His mother accepted the offer and has gifted me 23 years later the most hilarious photos in parentheses and blackmail of my boyfriend. I've attached them to this email and I would love to point out the headlines of toxoplasmosis and failure to thrive surrounding his face. Oh my God. Just making a bizarre situation even more hilarious. The idea of this happening in 2026 and our different generational perspectives on privacy for children online makes an agent scouting out babies at the mall seem just a little creepy. If one day we do have children, I know I will not be continuing the baby modeling legacy. But it's nice to know the cute baby jeans are strong. I'm incredibly lucky to have met such a sweet, interesting and caring guy. I'm sending this two years after that first date where we could not stop talking for hours until we were asked to leave the restaurant at closing so cute. My boyfriend had many other interesting life stories and I'm lucky to have him in my life. And he has listened. Okay, he's because he's such a good looking baby doesn't mean you need to brag about him all day long. What if she's dating just a really handsome baby? Baby model. This baby model. My boy from the baby model. The baby model's got a red corvette and he's real. He's got a lot of wins races. He's got charisma. He's on come modeling covers. He wears a blazer and a shirt with no tie. Ask God. Okay, grateful for him, blah, blah, blah. He's listening to many MFM episodes as I've been falling asleep to your podcast for years now. You don't wear headphones. I know. How could you do that? Oh my god. At night. Yeah. Good night, sweetie. La, la, la, la, la, la. In the background. He's never seen that as a red flag. Well, that's nice. Yeah. I love you, lady, so much. You've been in my ears for my freshman year of high school during geometry class to my commute as I work as a board certified music therapist. Shit. She did it. She did it. And then stay sexy and stay away from baby modeling agents. Bailey, she, her, are you ready for this baby modeling picture? Bailey, let's see. Of a lifetime. Wow. Wow, that's a serious looking baby. That baby is went from this straight to public library shoots. Yeah. That says the failure to thrive right now. Failure to thrive. He's like, fuck you. I'm thriving. Me, bitch. I'm thriving. I'm from Bailey to thriving. Who's paying for these overalls? I am, bitch. I'm a baby model. That's how we do it. Oh my god. Bailey, amazing job. Thank you for writing that and becoming a becoming Mrs. Baby model. One day fingers crossed. That's like your whole wedding has to be themed on baby models. It's just that. It's just that. That picture's on the top of the case. Yes. The, the, the invitations. Yeah. The other baby models are invited. Yeah, what's hidden? Yeah. I'm at table. Baby model three. I'm the one with all this. The high chairs. So much crying. But it's fun. And he wears overalls. They both wear overalls. Overall, Tuxedo. Yes. Yes. Overall wedding dress. Right. We love you overall. Send us your emails. And my favorite murder at Gmail. Here's the, here's one I was going to do. Well, that was a great show. Overall. Haha. That was good. And don't get murdered. This has been an exactly right production. Our Managing Producer is Molly Smith. Our Consulting Producer is Kate Shellenbach. Our Creative Lead is Alice in Agosti. Our Associate Producer is Tessa Hughes and our Editor is Aristotle Acevedo. This episode was mixed by Leona Squalachi. Email your hometowns to my favorite murder at gmail.com and follow the show on Instagram at my favorite murder. Listen to my favorite murder on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Or watch new episodes every week on Netflix. Search for my favorite murder, add us to your list, and hit the double thumbs up button. Goodbye! There are thousands of podcasts that can tell you how to better yourself. Get worse with Kyle Prue is not one of those podcasts. So if you're interested in getting thinner, going to therapy, starting peptide, setting boundaries, taking supplements, making your better getting closer, then I would humbly recommend other podcasts. If you're interested in blackmail, love, bomb, and cloning yourself or getting revenge, then we've got a little something-something for a dastardly individual like you. Listen to Get Worse with Kyle Prue on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. I'm Lexi Juanu, we're two best friends, 22 years apart, but so close at heart. And I'm Lisa de Julio, the old one, which means we have wildly different references, occasionally different opinions, and at this point in my footies, I've lived it all. Listen on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Every week, I'm with survivors who live through the unthinkable, abducted, stalked, controlled, and nearly silenced. Listen to the survivor files with Elizabeth Smart on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.