Things get even uglier than yesterdayâ€™s post. Deciding to cut their relationship short, a woman in DÃ¼sseldorf recently made the incision, I mean decision, to chop up her husband and flush him down the toilet.
â€œYou wonâ€™t find him,â€ she apparently told the cops. â€œWeâ€™ve decided to separate. Or Iâ€™ve decided to separate him, I should say. From piece to piece, know what Iâ€™m sayinâ€™?â€
â€œThat a marriage could sink this low and get all over the sink like that, thatâ€™s just like so totally gross,â€ one not-so-shocked officer at the scene of the crime said. â€œI never â€˜sawâ€™ anything like it, get it? Boy, I sure wouldnâ€™t want dismember to be a member of any club I belong to. Ha, ha. And I guess this gives that â€˜until death does us partâ€™ wedding vow thing a whole new meaning. Hardy, har, har. I bet her last words to him were â€˜So weâ€™re flush now, honey, right?â€™ I gotta million of â€˜em.â€
But the real grisly, I mean grizzly, killing took place here.
Honey, I think itâ€™s time to separate.
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