Posted on 09/28/2005 8:10:26 PM PDT by george76
A man reported missing from a Florida hospital was found in North Carolina dressed like a doctor and driving a stolen ambulance with a dead deer wedged in the back...
Leon Holliman Jr., 37, was reported missing from a River Region Human Services facility in Jacksonville last month.
"I don't know how the man got it up in there," said Sgt. Robert Pearson. "It was a six point buck."
It wasn't known where Holliman got the deer, which had been dead for some time, Pearson said.
Authorities tracked the stolen ambulance through three rural North Carolina counties and one county in southern Virginia before its tires were punctured and it wound up in a ditch...
Holliman was admitted to a North Carolina hospital for a psychiatric evaluation...
(Excerpt) Read more at local6.com ...
Holy err....COW!
that's hysterical
Man, Shrinks will be comparing notes about this wingnut for years.
Is the River Region Human Services facility a nut house?
C'mon! Mayor Nagin may be sending out a Nation wide search for another Police Chief of NOLA!
Gee.. have some "tolerance" here!
Deer fetish? Medical fetish? Just plain nuts?
Holy Schnikey!
Ladies and gentlemen, I can envision a day when the brains of brilliant men can be kept alive in the bodies of dumb people.
JD ping request
If the deer was already dead, why did he put it in the ambulance?
Like that's gonna help!
Sounds like the "Bambulance" caper
This thread is just begging for the Bambulance call.
http://www.clayloomis.com/911call6.wav
I thought the same thing when I saw it. I had to go find the .wav. I laughed my ass off with tears in my eyes when I first heard it.
I shot a moose once. I was hunting in upstate New York, and I shot a moose.
And I strap him onto the fender of my car, and I'm driving along the West Side Highway. But what I didn't realize was that the bullet did not penetrate the moose. It just creased his scalp, knocking him unconscious. And I'm driving through the Holland Tunnel and the moose wakes up.
So I'm driving with a live moose on my fender and the moose is signaling for a turn. And there's a law in New York State against driving with a conscious moose on your fender, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. And I'm very panicky. And then it hits me—some friends of mine are having a costume party. I'll go. I'll take the moose. I'll ditch him at the party. It won't be my responsibility.
So I drive up to the party and I knock on the door, and the moose is next to me. My host comes to the door. I say, 'Hello, you know the Solomons.' We enter. The moose mingles. Did very well. Scored. Some guy was trying to sell him insurance for an hour and a half.
Twelve o'clock comes, they give out prizes for the best costume of the night. First prize goes to the Berkowitzes, a married couple dressed as a moose. The moose comes in second. The moose is furious. He and the Berkowitzes lock antlers in the living room. They knock each other unconscious. Now, I figure, here's my chance. I grab the moose, strap him on my fender, and shoot back to the woods. But I've got the Berkowitzes. So I'm driving along with two Jewish people on my fender. And there's a law in New York State, Tuesday, Thursday, and especially Saturday. . . .
The following morning, the Berkowitzes wake up in the woods in a moose suit. Mr. Berkowitz is shot, stuffed, and mounted at the New York Athletic Club. And the joke is on them, 'cause it's restricted.
LOL! Classic!
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