Woman Put Dead Foot Skin Shavings In Family’s Milk, Because Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn

A completely sane, well-to-do Maryland woman was arrested Wednesday for serving milk to her family members that contained the dead skin shavings from her feet, according to Southern Maryland News Net.

56-year-old Sarah P. Schrock had given two of her family members milk around dinner time and was immediately found out after one of them began to “cough up what looked like dead human skin.” That’s because it was. From her foot.

Southern Maryland News Net elaborates,

“[Family member Jessica] Hurry also gagged, court papers state, and a witness found dead skin shavings in the milk after pouring it into a strainer.

Hurry told police that the suspect has dry feet because of diabetes, and that she ‘has trays in her room with the same kind of dead skin shavings that had come off of her feet,’ according to a statement of probable cause filed by the deputy.”

Call me crazy, but I wouldn’t accept a fucking thing from anyone who collects foot shavings like baseball cards. Especially if I’m going to be putting it in my mouth. But I’m an odd one.

When police confronted Schrock, she denied having any involvement in the incident and has no idea how her skin shavings ended up in perfectly good milk.

Police weren’t buying it. Schrock now faces charges of food contamination, second-degree assault and failure to comply with a court order, as she was previously told not to have any contact with Jessica Hurry. I’m no lawyer, but does sawing off the deceased part of your feet and serving it in a delicious glass of milk count as ‘contact?’ Not sure that will hold up in court.

What’s the end game here, sweetheart? What possible satisfaction do you get from watching your loved ones swig on your dead skin? Where’s the fucking payoff? Thanks to your deranged ass I will settle for the tap water at dinner tonight. I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY.

[H/T Gawker]

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