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True Crime with a dash of the paranormal, the garish, the strange, and the darkly calming a podcast that's about more than just murder.

It's my very own pocket dimension, home to a curated collection of bizarre and compelling stories, the unsolved, the unsettling, and the unbelievable.

I cover it all just so long as it's kind of murdery.

And when I sat down to prepare today's episode, I just didn't feel like scuba diving my way deep into another ocean of horrible human possibility.

I couldn't do for men.

So what did I do?

Well?

This was my actual search term.

I googled and I quote crazy fucking historical stories, hoping to find something wild and wildly entertaining but not too dark that I could research.

Further and tell you about.

The First result to pop up when you google quote crazy fucking Historical Stories is a twenty fifteen Cracked dot Com article entitled twenty one jaw dropping sex stories that just happened to be true.

Not my usual affair, but I decided to trust in faith, so I clicked on it and it was exactly what the title declared.

Number fifteen on the list of twenty one jaw dropping sex stories that just happened to be true was a photo of various street signs with the word just written above the stop on the stop sign so you can picture it.

This collection of street signs included do not enter dead end one way and just stop.

And the headline said simply, a South Dakota man spent two thousand and six and two thousand and seven videotaping himself pumping street signs.

What below that, it said police found him lurking with a camera in a neighbor's yard and viewed his footage.

He was charged with burglary, indecent exposure, and unlawful occupancy.

There was no other information, and in some ways, I mean the charges sound a little mundane.

Theoretically, someone could be really drunk, think their neighbour's house was their own, and that they've locked themselves out, wind up kieing on the lawn and then forcing the door, stumbling inside, falling asleep on the couch.

And while all those things are clearly illegal.

They're a mostly harmless, at least an intent set of actions that could also result in charges of burglary, indecent exposure, and unlawful occupancy.

Like I said, based on the charges seems a little run of the mill, but based on the description, a South Dakota man spent two thousand and six and two thousand and seven videotaping himself humping street signs.

While I had to find out more, and when I did, I discovered today's story Kind of Murderies, the increasingly dark life of verl Peter Dill's starts now.

First of all, before this story begins, fair warning, please remember the disclaimer at the beginning of every kind of Murdery episode.

Kind of Murdery is not appropriate for anyone, and we suggest you stop listening now.

Generally, I do what I can to avoid swearing and choose stories that, while dark and terrible, are basically appropriate.

Today's story is not one of those stories.

It is sexually explicit in nature and very inappropriate for everyone, especially children.

So if you're listening with a child, stop, If you're uncomfortable with similar subject matter, turn the show off.

All right.

Fair warning delivered, And while this story is inappropriate.

It is also, on the surface hilarious humping street signs.

I mean, come on right, case and point o.

The story, which originated in South Dakota, made the rounds throughout the country and across the Internet as a tongue in cheek blurb.

It even appeared in the British paper The Independent out of London, England, and was described as follows.

Police responded to reports of a man snooping around local home with a video camera and a tripod.

They rated his home and found a large amount of videos of him having sex with assorted street signs that made it as far as England.

Gives a whole new meaning to those speed bump warning signs that say humps ahead.

Am I right?

Anyway?

It's funny, hilarious even, I mean, it's hard to picture anything less inherently erotic than a stop sign or any street sign, really, and so the idea of a guy compulsively boning a wrong way do not enter sign, or perhaps making sweet, unhurried love to a slow sign, or seeing a yield sign as an invitation and then taping himself accepting that invitation, I mean, it is funny if it were an episode of Saturday Night Live or Family Guy.

It would be really funny, But they say that the root of comedy is tragedy.

And this didn't happen on a long running sketch comedy show or an animated sitcom.

This happened in real life, and as I couldn't find much about it on the broader Internet, I then dove deep into newspaper archives to uncover as much as I could about the real story of Verl the bike lane banger Dills.

Sexual and or romantic attraction to inanimate objects is called objectiphilia or objectum sexuality.

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Individuals describe experiencing emotional, romantic, and or sexual feelings toward inanimate objects or structures.

And if that's all this story was about, then it would be much funnier throughout, But ultimately all jokes aside, it's anything but funny and far more complicated than just man Hump's street sign.

So with an eye to uncovering mysteries and motivations, let's dive into it.

Verle Peter Dills.

That's vile v E r l E like Merle with a V.

And believe it or not, Verl Dills, the man who by two thousand and seven, was known around Sioux Falls, South Dakota as Bubba and wound up dubbed by the Smokinggun dot com Bubba Humps, a man best known for shucking his corn to every no right on red sign in Sioux Falls.

Well.

Verle Dill's had a twin brother named, wait for it, Merle Dill's.

That's right, twins named Merle Dill's and Verl Dills, which sounds like another SNL sketch about a pair of adorably clumsy pickle farmers.

And while pickle farming, especially in public, does appear to have been a favorite activity of Verl Dill's, our stop means go wok sign wanker.

I have no aspersions at all to cast upon his brother, Merle, who I'm certain has suffered enough, especially considering how often it's generally assumed that twins have so much in common.

So let's begin at the beginning.

Twin brothers, Merle and Verl Dills were born presumably in Shelby, Nebraska, on April eighteenth, nineteen forty seven, to Wayne and Eleanor Dills.

They had an older brother named Dennis Peewee Dills, who passed away in two thousand and four, three years before Verl became the flagpole Fra tour.

Out of respect to Denis, I'll leave the origins of the nickname Peewee as it may or may not relate to his brother Verl.

Unexplored in the twenty fourteen movie The Kingsman, Colin Firth's Harry Hart says a gentleman's name should only appear in the newspaper three times when he's born, when he's married, and when he dies.

The life of Verl Dills is perhaps a cautionary tale as to why those words are words to live by.

For Verl appeared in the newspaper dozens of times, most of those before his infamous arrest.

Verl Peter Dill's early life tells the story of an All American golden boy, the kind of son that any parent would dream of.

In nineteen fifty five, at the tender age of eight, he performed Shining Stars alongside his brother Merle in the Christmas program at the First Methodist Church and To Come to Nebraska.

In nineteen fifty six, at age nine, he was a member of the To Comes to Peanut Baseball League champion Giants, who triumphed over the Indians in a fourth overtime game that occurred because the two teams had identical records after three games of a double elimination tournament.

In nineteen sixty one, as a freshman in high school, he made his very first of many Honor Roll appearances on the first six Weeks Honor Roll alongside his brother Merle.

In nineteen sixty two.

He was a pallbearer when his grandmother, Alma Brogard, passed away in Harlan, Iowa.

In January of nineteen sixty three, he and his brother Merle were featured in the Harlan News as one of only seven sets of twins and one set of triplets in the history of Shelby High In November of that year, he made the Honor Roll again.

On May fourth, nineteen sixty four, his junior year, he won a Typing Award at the Fine Arts Banquet for typing forty five words a minute.

On May twenty fifth, he was elected to the student council for his senior year.

In his senior year, he played varsity basketball, participated in after school gymnastics, and made the Honor Roll yet again.

Near the end of senior year, Verle and his twin brother Merle announced identical future ambitions to the local paper, saying that after graduation they plan to work, take a vacation, go to the army, and then attend college.

Every school age activity that Verle Peter Dills under, including announcing his future ambitions, he did alongside his twin brother Merle, which I imagine is common, if not nearly certain, among most twins.

So here we have a seemingly complete portrait of young Verle Dills.

An honor student, a student council member, a talented athlete at more than one sport, an engage member of his community.

So what went so terribly wrong?

Despite appearing in the newspaper almost yearly between the ages of eight and eighteen, from nineteen fifty five to nineteen sixty five, all record of Verle Dills disappears for the next decade.

I couldn't confirm whether or not he joined the army, as was his stated intention upon graduating.

If he did, that would explain his disappearance from small town life, And if he did, he would have gone straight to the Vietnam War, which may explain why his life seems to have taken such a turn, and if that is what happened, that's a tragedy.

PTSD is a terrible thing, and I have nothing but respect for Verle's military service, if indeed he served, but I don't know the answer to that one way or the other.

Military records are not readily available online.

And also, just to be fair to other Vietnam veterans, you see, humping street signs is really the least of Verl Peter Dill's transgressions.

And there are many many veterans who come home from hell and live a life afterwards without going down a bizarre path like the one Verl followed.

So I don't think it's right to blame everything on a war that he may or may not have served in.

And yet there are also many veterans who survive Vietnam only to face a future even more bizarre and tragic than that of Bubba Dill's.

So if he's served, I offer nothing but respect for his service.

But even if the Vietnam War did destroy his life, given what he did later, it's not fair to other vets to pin it all on PTSD.

As I said, VERL Peter Dills disappears from public mention for nearly ten years between nineteen sixty five and nineteen seventy five, and then a little less than ten years later, actually, in February of nineteen seventy five, Verle reappears in the newspaper.

This time is the best man at the wedding of Linda White and Donald Ceistead at the American Legion Hall in Papillion, Nebraska.

Three years later, in February of nineteen seventy eight, the Omaha World Herald reports that Verle Dills and his wife Jean have divorced.

At this time, Verle would have been almost thirty one.

Now, maybe the divorce was because of PTSD as well, maybe it was something worse.

Either way, Verle Dills would be only one of millions of men and women who could truthfully say that after his divorce his life really went downhill.

Verall either began or perhaps continued drinking heavily.

In January nineteen thirty four, at age thirty six, Dills was arrested for DUI and his license was suspended.

In December of nineteen eighty five, he got his second in nineteen eighty six.

His house was foreclosed on in April of nineteen ninety his furniture and other household possessions were sold at public auction, and in June of nineteen ninety he was arrested for his third dui in six years.

When would you believe me if I told you that things haven't even started to get bad for Verl Dills yet?

As far as anyone else knew, the next seventeen years would be uneventful for mister Dills until that faithful night in late July two thousand and seven.

What you're about to hear is taken directly from an affidavit filed in the State of South Dakota versus Verl Peter Dills.

Its officer, Troy Duncan of the Sioux Falls Police Departments description of what happened that night.

On July thirtieth, two thousand and seven, at approximately five forty five am, police were called to the home of Chad Fawdness at twelve thirteen North Kowannis Avenue on a report of a burglary in process.

Once on the scene, officers were told by mister Fodness that a masked subject was in his backyard with a video camera.

Fodness told officers that he was getting ready for work when he noticed movement by his window.

He went outside and witnessed a male subject on his property between his house and garage, carrying something in his hands.

The subject was wearing a black trench coat, a brown mask that appeared to be pante hoosed with cutout eye holes, and mid thigh length black fishnet stockings.

He was a Caucasian male, approximately five feet seven inches tall and one hundred and ninety pounds with a potbelly.

Fodness told officers that he then chased the subject for two blocks before giving up and yelling at the subject to not come back.

He stated that he then returned to his house and several minutes later again saw the same subject in his backyard, so he went outside to confront the subject, at which time he realized that the subject was carrying a video camera and tripod.

Officers indicated that the victim's property is fenced on the side outside and the west side attached to the garage.

Faudness told police that he again chased the subject and watched him run into the attached garage of the residents located at twenty six thirteen West Bailey Street.

He stood outside that residence and watched both external doors and did not see anyone enter or leave until police arrived on the scene.

Officers made contact with the resident of twenty six thirteen West Bailey Street, a Miss Doris Thiberg, and informed her that someone had run into the attached garage.

Miss Thiburg allowed officers to clear the upper floor of their residence and the garage.

They did not locate the five foot seven pot bellied man in the trench coat, pante hose, mask, and thigh high stockings.

Miss Thiberg informed officers that she did rent a bedroom in the lower level of her residence to a subject she referred to as quote Bubba unquote.

She said that her residence was upstairs in the house and that several rooms in the basement were commonly shared between herself and the tenant.

Officers then made contact with Bubba, who was identified as Birl.

Peter Dill's officer Peterson stated that upon contact with mister Dills, he was quote sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and appeared to be out of breath.

Dills initially told officers that he'd just gotten out of bed.

Officers indicated that when speaking with mister Dills, they could see in plane view two boxes that contained eight millimeters videotapes, commercial pornography in the form of VHS tapes, and a roll of duct tape.

Officers also saw in plane view a VHS videotape player and eight millimeter video player which were connected to a television.

Mister Dills initially denied having a video camera.

Officer Phillips located in plane view a brown nylon stocking with eye holes cut out of it, which appears to have been fashioned into a mask.

This was located in a common area of the basement between the entrants from the garage and mister Dill's room.

Mister Dills disclosed that the mask was his and that he had two other similar masks in his van, pausing the story here for a second.

Oh my gosh, how many times have you seen someone in a pante home mask a horror movie?

And how terrifying would it be to look into your backyard early in the morning, when it's still dark out and see someone in a pantyhome mask, a trench coat and thigh high fishnet stockings doing god knows what feeling like.

If you can see them out your window, they can probably see you through your window.

Yikes, all right, So Dills admits to owning the Pantyhome masks and then tells officers that he used the mask when he was painting.

He eventually admits to the officers that he also owns a video camera and had in fact been in the victim's backyard with that video camera wearing the mask and the black trench coat.

He indicated that he was wearing the trench coat and the mask to provide camouflage, and then told officers that the video camera and the trench coat were located in his bedroom.

Based on the information gathered, a search warrant was sought and granted, and then executed upon the premises.

During the search warrant, numerous VHS tapes and eight millimeter tapes were seized.

On reviewing the various tapes, they showed mister Dills involved in numerous simulated sex acts out in public and acts of exposing his genitalia over a period of approximately three years.

The police interviewed VERL.

Dills, and during that interview, he admitted that he was in all of the videotapes that were seized and that he had recorded himself performing the various acts scene on the tapes.

He admitted that he had been recording the tapes for approximately two to three years, and stated that he'd only had a video camera for that period of time.

Okay, Zevin, here for a moment.

In case you did not heed my earlier warning, I will offer another one right now.

What follows is a description of the contents of those videotapes, as provided in the court affidavit for the State of South Dakota versus VERL.

Peter Dills.

So, if it's not appropriate for you or someone you're listening with to hear a court filed recounting of the sex acts shown on VERL.

Dill's videotapes, please turn off the show now.

If you're willing to wait in well, here it comes.

These recordings begin three years earlier, in July of two thousand and four.

They are certainly bizarre, and you are allowed to laugh, scream, yell, or simply be shocked to silence.

Sometime between July of two thousand and four and July of two thousand and seven, there is an incident where mister Dills is videotaping himself in his landlord's upstairs residence.

He's dressed only in a black vest, a black rubber mask, and a black gee string.

Mister Dills is positioned in front of the open front door and is masturbating and humping and grinding on the door and door frames.

He's heard to comment on the tape come on, ladies as he masturbates within plain view of the sidewalk Bailey Street and Elmwood Park, which is located across the street.

This appears to occur during daylight hours.

During the same three year period, there's another incident where mister Dills is kneeling in the front door of his landlord's residence, again masturbating.

The camera is positioned on the front lawn, filming him as he kneels in the open doorway and masturbates.

In this instance, both the front door and the storm door are open and mister Dills would be completely visible to anyone on the sidewalk Bailey Street or at Elmwood Park.

This incident appears to occur during daylight hours.

Also during the same timeframe, there's an incident that is recorded where mister Dills has positioned himself near the corner of Bailey Street and Kawanis Avenue.

He is naked and kneeling on hands and knees.

An automobile approaches on Bailey Street eastbound towards Kowanis Avenue.

Mister Dills stands by the tree, and as the car passes, he comes out from behind the tree and is masturbating as he walks towards the car.

When it's driving off, mister Dills is within five to ten feet of the vehicle as he masturbates.

This appears to occur during the early morning hours, as citizens are commuting to work.

Gosh, as I read these descriptions, if this was happening in some kind of an r NC seventeen rated Will Ferrell comedy, I would probably be laughing.

But now that I know who VERL.

Peter Dills was before his life, when so sideways, it's hard to see as much humor as I expected when I first read the man humps street signs headline, or really any humor at all.

It appears that, despite my best efforts, I may have gone and just told yet another very dark story of human horror.

But that's what we do here on kind of Murdery, So let's continue honor.

About July thirtieth, two thousand and four to July thirtieth, two thousand and seven.

Mister Dills's position near the corner of Bailey Street and Kowanas Avenue.

He is naked and wearing a mask.

Mister Dills is visible on tape as he is simulating a sex act with a utility pole, which is located in the boulevard.

Mister Dills is standing by the utility pole as a car approaches eastbound on Bailey and stops for the stop sign at Kawanis Avenue.

As the car pulls away, mister Dills is standing by the utility pole, shaking his penis and masturbating within five to ten feet of the automobile.

Mister Dills then lays face down onto the lawn and quote humps unquote the ground.

This incident also appears to have taken place in the morning hours, during the beginning of citizens commuting to work.

Okay, I just said this wasn't funny, and now I'm laughing.

I mean, stands by the utility polls shaking his venus is just like a little bit too much.

It's a little bit too much for me, all right.

There's more.

During the same period of time, mister Dills has again filmed himself at the corner of Bailey Street and Kawanas Avenue.

He is naked with a mask on.

Mister Dills is kneeling in the gutter masturbating.

He then faces towards Kawanas Avenue and masturbates his vehicles drive by.

At one point, mister Dills comes across Bailey Avenue into Elmwood Park, where he has his camera set up and wags this is a quote from the court filing by the way wags his venus in front of the camera.

Mister Dills then goes back to a tree near Kawanas Avenue and humps on the tree trunk and the ground as cars drive by.

This incident also appears to have taken place in the morning hours during the beginning of citizens commute to work.

Next on or about July thirty, two thousand and four to July thirty, two thousand and seven, mister Dills has again positioned him near the corner on Bailey Street and Kowanas Avenue as he films himself.

Mister Dills is naked near a tree in the boulevard when a vehicle approaches the stop sign located at Kowanas Avenue.

As the vehicle is stopped at the stop sign and preparing to pull away, mister Dills walks out from behind the tree and is masturbating within feet of the vehicle again in the morning during a commute.

I'm fully aware of the grim implications of some of this behavior, don't get me wrong, but man, the absurdity of the mental pictures I just what is going on?

All right?

Two more to go here.

Between July two thousand and four and July two thousand and seven, mister Dills is in front of his residence at the end of the driveway where it connects to Bailey Street.

It is wintertime, and mister Dills is kneeling naked next to the snowbank, masturbating, looking towards his neighbor's house.

Okay, and here it gets a little scarier.

Mister Dills is masturbating when the neighbor backs out of her driveway and drives westbound on Bailey Street, passing mister Dills, and he watches the vehicle and continues to masturbate.

Mister Dills is masturbating within approximately five to ten feet as the neighbor passes him.

At this time, it appeared to be very light outside and also appears to take place in the morning hours as the neighbor is leaving for work.

And now we see how this behavior becomes significantly more sinister and really has nothing to do with banging street signs.

It seems that because mister Dills was masturbating in the street near a stop sign or a utility poll reporters who wanted to get clicks or reads came across this story and then sanitized it down to banging street signs so that it could be something that people just chuckle at instead of what it actually is, a creep jerking off toward innocent women as they drive to work.

Now, I didn't discover that that's what this story was until it was too late to back away.

But we've only got one more of these to go.

So again, during that same time frame, between July of two thousand and four and July of two thousand and seven, mister Dills is again filming himself as he is positioned near the intersection of Bailey Street and Kowanas Avenue.

He is naked underneath a black knee length trench coat and wearing a mask.

Mister Dill's visible as he humps on a tree and the ground there is a lot of traffic visible northbound and southbound on Kowanas Avenue as mister Dills continues this behavior and also masturbates.

At one point, mister Dials kneels next to a tree with his bare buttocks facing Bailey Street as a vehicle stops at the stop sign within several feet of mister Dill's This also appears to happen in morning hours as citizens commute to work.

The incidents described in this affidavit occurred in Sioux Falls, Minnehaha County, South Dakota.

Sworn and signed Officer Troy Duncan Affidavid filed on July thirty first, two thousand and seven, Minnehaha County, South Dakota Circuit Court.

There's one last twist to darkness that VERL.

Peter Dill's story takes here, which is it was discovered in investigating his case that one of these times he filmed himself masturbating, it was close enough to a passing school bus to legally be considered indecent exposure involving a child, which is of course horrendous.

VERL.

Peter Dills was required to register as a sex offender, which, given all the evidence found on the videotapes that he made himself.

He most certainly is.

So that is the story of the increasingly dark life of Verl Peter Dills.

And I'm glad I got most of my jokes out of the way early, because, as you can see, calling this story man Hump's street sign is misleading to the point of fabrication.

I'm Zevan Odleberg and this has been kind of murdery.

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