Catherine Scalia (aka Hot Dog Hooker), is back on the streets and offering “a wiggle with your wiener.” Wonderful slogan, by the way. I hope I have the opportunity to work that into conversation today. Even though she pleaded guilty to misdemeanor prostitution after giving an undercover cop a side of lap dance with his hot dog last week, she is adamant that she isn’t a hooker. Hooker’s suck and f**k, strippers wiggle. She’s a stripper. So please, refer to her as “Hot Dog Stripper” when you order your wiener/wiggle combo. Or we could call her Hot Dog Mom since she has four teenage sons. I really want Hot Dog Stripper and Tanning Mom to do a reality show together. I’d love to watch those two conversate. [Bossip]
Remember the name Raymond Williamson because you’re gonna want to steer clear of this guy romantically … or just in general. After a domestic dispute with his girlfriend, the 20-year-old New Yorker got physical with her while trying to steal her cell phone. When Plan A didn’t work, Williamson headed to the grave of her dead pet chinchilla. From there her proceeded to exhume the remains of the rodent, which had been dead for weeks, and take photos of its carcass, which he then sent to his girlfriend’s cell phone. To add insult to injury, he allegedly returned the following night and stole $260 cash from her. This charmer was charged with grand larceny, harassment and disrupting the eternal slumber of a chinchilla. Consider him dumped. [Daily Mail]
Vaginas are not meant to be storage units. They are not meant to be purses. They are not meant to be secret hiding places. You are not supposed to put unsterilized foreign objects in them. Most of us understand these rules. But you’d be surprised. Some women cannot be stopped from violating the terms and conditions of their vaginas. If you dare, click through to see the weirdest things women have stashed in their kitties, the poor things.
She was lovin’ it a little too much. Manatee resident Christine Faith Baker, 47, was arrested after she allegedly offered sexual favors for two McDonald’s dollar-menu cheeseburgers, according to the Miami Herald.
An undercover officer invited Baker into his car on Friday and started talking about sex. Baker allegedly said that her fee was two McDoubles — the dollar-menu version of a double cheeseburger — costing a grand total of $2.75. Read more …
Things you don’t want to hear after you’ve been shot: “I’m sorry, I thought you were a bird.” This was Colorado man Derrill Rockwell’s excuse for shooting a 23-year-old woman in the head with .22-caliber rifle. He thought he was taking down a pesky, red-feathered bird who was harassing his cats. But it turns out it was just a woman with a red mohawk. An easy mistake to make? I guess it didn’t help that he was 90-feet away and she was passed out drunk. Even though the woman survived the head wound, she may be in trouble for the bag of meth found near her. How did I know meth would be involved in this story somehow? Eh, just had a hunch. Not that this makes it her fault for being mistaken for a bird. That blame lies squarely with her mohawk. As for Rockwell, he was slapped with five years probation (he was banned from owning a gun after an attempted burglary conviction in 1995) and a $10,000 fine. He also clearly needs a pair of binoculars if he plans to do any further bird watching. [Boing Boing]
Dear Robert Wilkinson (aka drunk guy who sang “Bohemian Rhapsody” to a cop),
Hello. Nice to meet you. Queen is also my favorite band, although I prefer “Fat Bottomed Girls” or “Somebody to Love.” Sometimes when the world feels overwhelming and I don’t know what to do, I sing Queen. There’s something soothing about singing their songs aloud. They help put life in perspective. Speaking of “Somebody to Love” … I think you should drop me a line if you’re sober now. I’m not into drunks. Plus you live in Canada. I don’t know if serenading cops is a regular thing for you — I really hope not. But this happened back in November, so I’m assuming you’ve got your shit together by now. I should tell you, I really liked your message about “brotherhood of men on the planet earth.” I can tell you are a peaceful man at heart and that “physical violence is the least of [your] priorities.” I think we should go do some karaoke together. What say you?
A Florida woman accused by authorities of illegally injecting toxic substances such as flat-tire sealant and glue into women’s buttocks as an enhancement procedure is facing new charges.
Broward Sheriff’s Office deputies say 32-year-old Oneal Ron Morris faces unlicensed practice of medicine and related charges after three new victims were identified. Read more …
While you were eating your breakfast this weekend, a Pennsylvania woman was being assaulted by hers. The 51-year-old was rushed to the emergency room after her 11-year-old son attacked her with a toaster pastry. Because that’s what you do when you get into a verbal altercation with your mother, you strike her in the face with a Pop Tart. I’ve never thought of using a Pop Tart as a weapon, but I suppose they are rather dense. Hopefully this argument didn’t start because the boy hated his breakfast. Maybe next time she’ll serve him something less dangerous … like scrambled eggs. [Boing Boing]
We often joke that Australia is a country of criminals, so it’s fascinating to see a little snapshot from the country’s actual criminal past. The New South Wales Police Department released around 2,500 mugshots of some of its finest female criminals picked up between 1910 and 1930. The snapshots provide a fascinating glimpse into the lives and livelihoods of the criminal underworld.
A good number the women arrested were brought in because of their involvement in the back alley illegal abortion industry, while another large subsect were charged with petty thievery. Another crime of the time — drug use and cocaine possession.
The criminal life certainly was hardknock — many of the women look much older than their rap sheets belie. Let their weathered faces be a warning to you — crime certainly doesn’t pay in moisturizing cremes. Click through to see their vintage mug shots and read their fascinating stories. [Daily Mail UK]
What happens when you offer oral sex in exchange for an order of McDonald’s Chicken McNuggets? I’m sure you’ve asked yourself this very question a number of times as you passed the golden arches, dreaming of eating an order of heavily processed chicken product, but not quite being able to scrape up the $3.41 for the luxury. We’ve all been there. But who among us has had the guts to find out?
Los Angeles woman, Khadijah Baseer, had the courage to find out. The 31-year-old stood outside her local Mickey D’s drive-thru and told a number of male customers that she would blow them if they bought her an order of Chicken McNuggets. Her venture did not go well. She never got any nuggets. All she got was a lousy misdemeanor solicitation charge. We admire her for trying. We dearly hope she was at least trading her services for a 20-piece nuggets. Otherwise she was severely devaluing herself. [Oddity Central]