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TRUST ME! I’M A PSYCHIC!
Anyone
who watches crime shows knows police are willing to use virtually any means to
crack a case, including psychics. What might’ve seemed foreign mere decades ago
now seems no more foreign than Arizona as psychics come forth with detailed
information, sometimes even about the crime in question. What follows are their
most famous cases:
The Learjet Murder
The body of part-time tick remover,
Minerva Kwontz, was found under the front wheel of a Learjet owned by push-pin
millionaire, Darby Krupkus. Because the jet had just landed, Coroner Sitmee
Sityou estimated the body hadn’t been there for more than two days. He listed
the cause of death “unknown,” but possibly homicide “since tire marks run the
length of her eyebrows.”
Later, Detective Lonnie Marlboro received
a call from psychic, Gwen Doe-Lynn.
“Kwontz’s killer’s in a bronze Camaro.
He’s wearing flight attendant wings and demonstrating safety features to a Big
Mac.”
Detective Marlboro immediately put out an
A.P.B. for flight attendants owning bronze Camaros who liked B.M.’s (police
terminology for Big Macs). In six minutes he arrested person of interest, Dwana
Thurmoil instead of Morton Minkmire, who was merely an interesting person.
The Missing Hair Dresser
Professional beautician and left ear
piercer, Madge Twerlinger, disappeared suddenly while doing a particularly
difficult rinse. The last person to see her was shop co-owner, Mr. Bruce.
“She went to check on her mousse order
and never returned. It was sooooooooooo stressful! We didn’t notice her missing
till her rinse complained her hair seemed more orange than usual,” he told
police while twirling a rod.
Fortunately, he’d been rolling psychic
Imaclaire Voyent and immediately handed her Madge’s gallbladder, kept at her
station to gross everyone out. Fondling the organ, Imaclaire went into a trance
saying, “2-1-6-8¾Pick Four Ohio Lottery; Spunky Hunk to show in the
fourth at Santa Anita; Madge is dead.”
The police later determined no one liked
Madge anyway and the case was closed.
The Heavenly Yodeler
Konrad Karl Krieshofer, yodeler and watch
dial presser, was presumed dead after an avalanche in the Austrian Alps. “He
almost yodeled himself to death before,” daughter Katrina offered, “though on
much shorter peaks.”
At Katrina’s insistence, the Austrian
Gemeindesicherheitswache (cops) enlisted
the
help of psychic, Kurt Kööööööhler.
“I see him,” he said, touching one of
Konrad’s favorite dryer sheets. “He’s somevere very vite. His hands are cupped¾I mean kupped¾to his mouth und he’s yodeling The Lonely Goatherd in
F.”
“He’s alive!” Katrina shouted. “In de
shnow!”
“Dat’s not shnow,” Kurt corrected, pausing
to adjust a lederhosen wedgie. “He’s yodeling on dat big peak in de shky.”
“SCHEISSDRECK!!!!” mumbled Katrina,
rather politely under the circumstances.
So there you have it. Proof positive of
the credibility of psychics. Of course, there are always those few charlatans
who give an entire profession a bad namelike Mortimer Vytecki who predicted Hitler would
commit suicide by swallowing a parachute.
Nevertheless, I have a feeling these clairvoyant types will be around
for a few more millennia. Maybe I’m psychic.