Charlie Chaplin's corpse was once stolen. Just three months after his death, his body was stolen from the cemetery in Switzerland on Christmas day in 1977 by two unemployed immigrants who thought they could get money in exchange for his body. The plot failed and the grave robbers were arrested and Chaplin's body recovered. To keep this from happening again, Chaplin was buried under 6 feet of concrete the second time around.
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October 18, 2014
Stealing The Tramp
Charlie Chaplin's corpse was once stolen. Just three months after his death, his body was stolen from the cemetery in Switzerland on Christmas day in 1977 by two unemployed immigrants who thought they could get money in exchange for his body. The plot failed and the grave robbers were arrested and Chaplin's body recovered. To keep this from happening again, Chaplin was buried under 6 feet of concrete the second time around.
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October 17, 2014
conk
conk \ kongk, kawngk \ verb
1. to go to sleep (usually followed by off or out )
2. to break or fail, as a machine or engine (often followed by out ): The engine conked out halfway there .
3. to slow down or stop; lose energy (often followed by out ).
4. to lose consciousness; faint (usually followed by out ).
5. to die (usually followed by out ).
I was just about to conk out just a few minutes ago when I heard a loud noise across the street. I got up, looked out and saw some bright lights on the sidewalk, like Christmas tree lights and a man crouched down watching them. They are really some weird people. (and I say that bravely since I know they don't read this blog.) Some of their kinfolk moved in several years back and started mowing their front lawn around one in the morning - they had their cars with head parked out in the middle of the street, the headlights on and pointing towards the yard. (one of the very few times in my life I've ever called the cops on neighbors. Again, they don't read this blog) I don't mind weird people since I are one, but sure I don't like loud ones. I'm a quiet weirdo.
Not sure where the loud noise came from, but last weekend I heard gunshots from down the street, several in a row as if someone had emptied the magazine. I called the cops after five minutes, but mine had been the only complaint.
Just another typical night in the neighborhood.
October 15, 2014
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