Morbid - Listener Tales 10

Episode Date: March 2, 2020

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That's ANGI, or download the app today. Hey weirdos, I'm Elena. I'm Ash, and this isn't listener tails morbid. Many, many, many, many, many, many morbid. Many morbid, many, morbid, many, morbid. Many, morbid. BUDD. Brought to you by you for you from you and all about you.

It's all for you! You right there, right there. You. On the treadmill. You pooping. You walking your dog. You on the train. Ooh, that used to be me.

Yeah. I don't go anywhere before that. You in your car. You, uh, you, just you. So you should come to all of our live shows. You certainly should. You can come to the show. It's getting old. Everybody's like shut the fuck up. Everybody's like, well you're a candidate. You can come to the Punchline Comedy Club in Philadelphia on April 14th. And you know what? You really should. Yeah, I can do it. Do it. Sold out. So,

can't wait for everybody that already did it to be there April 15th at the DC improv in Washington, Dessa. That's gonna be so fun. This monuments there You are so excited for some I can't wait for the monuments. Is there like anything I can eat there. That's exciting for me I mean, I assume there's food in Washington DC. Yeah, I don't know. Listeners tell us, is there food in Washington DC? I mean, you're a certified asshole. I certainly am. Anyways, I literally said that to her downstairs earlier

and John was like, yeah, she knows it. It was funny. It was funny. It was funny. It's funny. On April 23rd, which is not sold out, we're gonna be returning to the grammar seat theater in New York to do the thing.

Ash is breaking like really breaking. It's the death becomes us festival, but I almost just said the guest becomes us. And what's happening is when she tries to fix it, her mouth won't like her mouth is just done tonight. Like it's like, nope, I'm done. And it just won't open. So she just done tonight like it's like nope I'm done and it just won't open so she just ends up going and just go apparently I like talked too much shit today or something I don't know your mouth

is like stop it like say no more but come to the death becomes as fast as gonna be awesome awesome I hate you it's. Then you can come to our show in Huntsville, Alabama at Stand Up Live on May 6th. Come to Alabama. It's gonna be great. I was sad. And we're equals. We're equals.

And everything in the chat. And anything in between. That was the one time I did it without doing an accent. And I thought that you were gonna do the same thing. But I guess not. I'm pretty sure my accent was offensive. I apologize again, but I'm trying. She's getting better every week.

I'm trying, it's late. May 7th, we're going to be at Zany's twice in a row early in late. Whoa, double the Zany's, double the fun. Yeah, let's do it. Yeah, Asheville. Then you asked, we listened June 11th, we've added a show to Chicago at Talia Hall.

What up Chicago, we're gonna be there. We're not gonna be square. We're gonna be there for two days in a row. We are and Annie's coming with us and we're gonna stay some more cool. I'm excited to stay at the place we're staying. And now, Tony's family. Um, then July 11th, like I said in the main episode, Oh man. Our dream fucking show in our home town. Ah, the Wilbur.

Are you okay? I was trying the whole time. It's so soft. Yay, the Wilbur theater. It's going to be so much fun guys. It's in our hometown. It's our dream venue. Everyone we know is going to be there, it's going to rock.

And also, I didn't even mention this in the other episode. Oh, this is crazy. We have a special, special guest for that one. Super special. Super special. And it is the comic stylings of one Emily Walsh, who happens to be Elena's best friend since the eighth grade. That's right. We have someone opening up for us who is not only a New York comic, but also somebody who has known me since eighth grade

So you're about to learn some shit on that Well, just make all your jokes like around about Elena's adolescence Things to Annie Lennox in the car after Dairy Green. Oh, you guys are cute. I wish I had a pure existence I'm a very pure and I thought it wasn't doing that. But yeah, come to the Wilbert, do it. There's still tickets left. We want to see all of your beautiful faces in our home turf. Yes, and there's also still tickets left for June 11th, Chicago. So we want to also see you in Chicago. Yes. And the tickets left for the death becomes as festival. So let's go get those. We don't want to leave any tickets out guys We got to sell everything so that we can add more places listen fucking California. I know you want me there

I see you in California. I see you. I want to come there We want to come there, but you got to buy the tickets and FYI there's a few more things in the works So keep telling us where you want us to come because we're reiterating that information. It's true And it's happening it's happening. Hey, hey, because we're reiterating that information. It's true and it's happening. It's happening. Hey, hey, hey, I'm what's happening. It's true. She is. Not a day goes by without immune girlfriend's truth, truth.

Well, now that we've gotten past all the business, I have one thing to tell them before we got into Jesus' near-tales. Itting. One of these things. You have to go see the movie, The Invisible Man. Oh yeah, I really wanted to see that. It is in Credible. I've heard good things about it. It's Lee Wanell who Mama loves. Yeah, Mama. I'm in too love. I'm too I'm in too love. Wow

Killing it today. I'm so funny. You're so good. No, it was so good. I It's not it's not a jump scare movie, but it is psychologically so scary. I don't have a crazy ex-boyfriend. I was with my girlfriend, but then I went home and I was like afraid to be at home. Like, I had like a crazy ex-boyfriend that was invisible in my room somewhere, but like, I don't. But you know, most of us do have a crazy ex-boyfriend that was invisible in my room somewhere, but like, I don't. But, you know, most of us do have a crazy x-boyfriend that is invisible. So we got that.

So it's wild. That I wanna see it. I've heard nothing but good things. I sure enough we'll go with you again. And I've heard that it's just like tension filled the whole time. Tension as fuck. It starts. It starts and you're spooked.

Love that. And then it's just wild. I don't wanna give you any spoilers. I would expect nothing less from Lee Wan-El. Yeah. Me, you and Deb, Deb have to go. Deb, Deb, if you're listening, we're going. Deb, Deb, let's do this.

I also found a speak easy, but it's not time for that. Let's do this. All right, so when we are starting our listener tails. L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l Listen to yours. Let's do it. Would you like to go first or would you like me to? This one's very long. You can go. So when that sucks it, reading perfect. OK. This listen to Tile is entitled, What the fucking fuck Blake Dolan?

A listener tale. Love that already. The subject line can't be out. This week, fucking fuck is a great way. Yeah, I gathered the listener tales this week. So if you don't like them, just shit all over me. Not on that. Not actually. Figuratively. Hey weirdos, my name's Camilla and I've been listening to your fantastical podcasts for about a year now, then it's safe to say that I'm obsessed.

You are the best part of my commute to and from work and school. Elena, you're my spirit animal, as I'm in nursing school and also Geego on the crazy and gross sciencey stuff. I also live for you Ash, by the the way you're not trash or fabulous. Thanks. Oh that's so sweet and also being a nurse is insanely awesome. Good job. Good job. I'm so impressed by you. Wicked. I have quite a story for you and you're just the kind of peeps who would love it the most. I have changed the names and some of the people in the story for privacy reasons but feel free to use my name. Camilla I'm so ready. Camilla. Camilla to use my name. Camilla, I'm so ready.

Camilla. Camilla, I love your name. Camilla is going to take us back circa 2006 to the... So super for her. 2007. Thank you, Camilla. 2006 to 2007. All right.

I was in eighth grade and I 100% thought that I was living my best life. This... We'll speak to your soul. Will it? I had living my best life. This will speak to your soul. I had a Samsung flip phone, AIM was my jam, and I found you Miss New Booty was my ringtone. Oh, hell yes. I paid $2.99 for that 15 seconds worth of ringtone gold.

Do you remember paying for ringtones? No, I had a track phone. I had mostly made it out of my ugly awkward stage and was infatuated with a boy in my grade named Blake Dolan. 100% not his name but you get the picture. Also, what a beautiful name that you made out of. I was just gonna say great job with that big shit right of a book. Because when she said Blake Dolan and I was like, yeah, of course, his name was Blake Dolan.

Yeah, so I got it. The cutest boy in all of school. He was so- All of school. In all of school. He was so stinking cute with black hair and blue eyes. And the best part is that he'd finally added me to chat with him on AIM I got butterflies. I got butterflies for her when I read that too when yeah

Do you remember when your crush added you on AIM and you were like oh my god? What do I say is this a joke? Are they are they punking me? Yeah? Yeah, I do remember that I remember that I was once punked via a I am and I feel like everyone got punked at least once via AM. Yeah, I was punked multiple. That was like, it was one of those mediums that just like really started to get the cyber bullying thing off on a bang. Alright, I will talk about mine. This is about Camille.

So, we would stay up late on our desktop computers chatting our lives away. So we dated on and on from eighth to ninth grade, the best fucking relationships. That was me. I don't remember specific degrees. I'm being 100% facetious. I don't remember specifically, but we broke up for some dramatic ass stupidity.

But I always had a soft spot for him throughout high school, and we remained good friends. I was a super nerd in high school, and back when apps first started becoming a thing, Blake was one of the first people to come up with a flash card app for your phone. Wow Blake. So not only was this kid adorable but he was smart and my inner nerd thrived for it. I always had a never-ending crush on him. Fast forward, I'm 23 years old and struggle busing my way through adulthood, me currently. One one day, my best friend, since I was 10 years old, Ali, called me while I was at work

at least three to four times. I knew that it was something juicy if she called when she knew I was at work, so I called her back after work, ready to hear about some stupid bullshit her boyfriend did, and as I was bracing myself, no, and I was bracing myself for a full-on rant slash vent festival. Little did I know the fucking crazy shit she was about to unload on me. My girl was like, bitch, check the link I just sent you. I clicked the link and low and behold, Blake fucking Dolan in a goddamn news article. Uh-oh.

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Not good. That's really bad. My heart felt as though, nope, my heart felt through my ass like it was on a tower of terror as I read through the article. Wow, that painted a picture. It was beautiful. Blake didn't have the best of times in college and had developed a drug problem in a fuck ton of mental health

issues. Oh no. And then in parenthesis, she said, I'm a big mental health advocate. So weirdos, if something's amiss for the love of God, seek help and don't be Blake. Yes. Agreed. So in an effort to help Blake, in his, in an effort to help Blake, his family sent him to live with his cousin and her small child in New York City. His cousin was a licensed mental health professional, and his family thought it would be the best bet for Blake. Little did they know this was a match made in fucking hell. Uh-oh.

So apparently Blake and his cousin slash therapist started working on his issues, but also started having sexy times on the side. Oh, nope. I first typed out Sparky Big Time, but then deleted it and said, fuck you, Dennis Lynn. His cousin had recently gone through a nasty breakup and had part-time custody of her son. So while Custon, therapist, and moral-ass bitch

and Blake were, quote, working in parentheses, banging through his issues, she also started- Oh, she's sitting through his issues. He likes. She also started to tell him how she believed her son was being sexually and physically abused by her ex-boyfriend, her son's father. At this point, Blake was in love with her and her son. He thought they were a cute ass, incest ass little family. So Blake started to get very angry at his cousin's ex-boyfriend. Apparently, the anger

ran deep because together Blake and cousin therapist girlfriend hatched a plot to you guessed it murder her ex-boyfriend. So logical, right? I mean, if someone was molesting my child, I would attempt to murder them as well. Yeah, I'm gonna be real with you. I feel that. It's just how that like Blake had to get involved. No, it totally is. I'm saying I can understand the rage. Oh yeah, I feel that. I get it. I would literally run to train and run somebody over with it

if they were ever doing anything like that. 100%. Anyways, they came up with a horrendous plan that they thought was genius and set off a chain of brutal events that had me shook it to the core. Blake and Broad Daylight went to a home depot and purchased a sledgehammer and a knife through all that shit into a duffle bag and went to Mr. X-Boy,

went to pay Mr. X-Boyfriend a little visit at his apartment. So Blake just waltzed right in there to his place and he proceeded to attempt to sledgehammer murder the fuck out of this X-Boyfriend. Damn. But these dumbasses didn't take into account that the X-Boyfriend was as tall as a tree and yoked as fuck. I've never heard that expression before. You've never heard that? No, but it made me laugh. That's funny.

Meanwhile, Blake was significantly smaller and not remotely yoked. Oh my god, so he's just swinging upwards with a sledgehammer. Yeah, no boy now. I'm picturing that, and it's mildly amazing. Ex-boyfriend and Blake proceeded to get into a fight and Blake went for the knife he'd brought. During the struggle, both ex-boyfriend and Blake sustained stab wounds, but ex-boyfriend managed to escape and run for help. While Blake was sitting there bleeding as fuck, he decided this is so weird. It'd be a great idea

to take selfies covered in blood and send it to cousin therapist girlfriend. Why? I have no earthly clue, but regardless, that's just creepy. Jesus. Right. Safe to say the police arrested the fuck out of Blake and some serious ass charges were brought against him. Lucky for Blake, his parents are significantly well off and were able to pay for his bail while they went to trial. They went to trial Blake's family hired top tier lawyers, but that wasn't enough. So now Blake is sitting in prison serving his decade long sentence

for an attempted murder. Damn Blake. This is crazy. Uh-oh. The freaky part of this whole story is a few months before my friend sent me this link. I went to visit my hometown. While I was there, our homeboy Blake hit me up to hang out.

Unsuspecting asked me, agreed to meet up for dinner, thinking I'd reconnect with a long time friend and crush. Oh no. At dinner, he acted sus as fuck, all weird, and shaky. And he kept referring to how he's been dealing with a quote, misunderstanding that he refused to elaborate on and how said quote misunderstanding is ruining his life and he's constantly stressed about it but would not elaborate further. He was shaky and kept going to the bathroom so for a moment I thought he was on cocaine

whilst on the sushi day. So immediately after our sushi dinner which was was Dank, who doesn't love sushi? Actually, she said sushi. I love this girl. He wanted to go to a bar for drinks. The situation didn't feel right So I came up on the excuse to dip the fuck out because he was giving me the spook spooks. Good job Camela Wait listen to your gut. Hell yeah, but now I know I was literally sitting at dinner with an attempted murderer out on bail Yep, thanks for reading my long-ass story and I hope you enjoyed my tale of puppy love incest attempted murder in dank ass sushi. Love you guys and keep it weird. P.S. uh, you don't need to do that.

That's amazing. Isn't that crazy? Also, I loved that someone else uses the word dank like you do. Okay, uh, it's not like a me thing. Oh, I thought it was just a you thing. No. I say dank all the time, I thought it was just a you thing. No, I Say dank all the time. I got it from my she does So I always thought it was just an ass thing. No, I'm old. It's a thing. Forgive me. I'm old Well, older people say dank is like a bad thing

I don't say dank at all, so it just does not Register in my universe. I think Karen said dank the other day. I can add 100 and 4,000% tell you that Karen did not say dank. No, like in a bat, like it was like, didn't you tell me that dank is like a dank, like it was like a dank place. Like a dark and dank place. Yeah, no, not a dank. It's like describing like a like a, like a dank,

like a dark dank seller. Yeah. You don't say like, that was dink. Yeah, I was saying that she said that. That the description is dink. Yeah, not like. So that's what I say, like older people say it in a different way. And then my crowd says like, you know, that should work.

Oh, man. Oh, boy. Well, Camilla, that was crazy. He was dink. That was very dink. Um, so my story is called a wicked bad smell in Boston. I had to pick this one because Boston. And it's from Storm.

I know. Cool last name. That's like an X-Men or something. Storm. I wouldn't be the person to ask that. All right. Hey weirdos, my girlfriend, Cadden, I love you guys. And I think we would be BFFs because we have a lot in common.

We too are morbid but happy and have potty mouths. We even started a true crime podcast called Autopsie Tervies. Isn't that such a cool name? That's amazing. I'm in. I'm in storm. I have had so much weird shit happen to me that I had trouble deciding which story to tell you first. For some reason people just dropped it around me a lot. I worry I might be some kind of grim reaper. My girlfriend says I am quote disaster adjacent. I think I witnessed more deaths than some first responders.

Holy shit. When I meet people and tell them I am cursed, they laugh and say that quote, everyone feels cursed, but then after a few months of being around me, they have to admit that I am indeed cursed as fuck. My girlfriend thought it was cute at first because our first date was a fucking disaster. The keys got locked in the car with the motor running and 15 years ago you had to pay a locksmith $200 to get it unlocked. We were embossed in, so of course we also got a parking ticket. Hello. $45.

Most expensive first date in history and also the most successful because we've been madly in love for 15 years now. Stop I'm crying. I love it. I love love. I thought you would want to know this since you love love so much. Correct. Correct. This is amazing. After dating for two years, which is 100 years and lesbian years, consider a very lot of courtship. That's true. I love it. We moved in together. Anyway, we got a great deal on this huge one-bedroom apartment right near Boston Common. Holy shit Go you. Also, I used to work right near the Boston Common. Look at that. And that's crazy that you've got a really good apartment on Boston Common. Good for you. It was the parlour level of a Victorian row home. Oh, and it was a beautiful but impossible to heat.

There was a creepy hoarder hermit guy living in the basement apartment. I mean, you know you take what you can't. Yeah, exactly. Let's call him Toby. It was my understanding that he had a TBI, traumatic brain injury. We stayed away from him because he could have violent outbursts and on the public stairwell down to the basement, he had hung up old bikini girl pictures on the walls

and on his door like he was a pervy team boy or something. That's creepy. It was especially weird because you would just go down to that public stairwell to open to the open side of the basement in order to replace fuses if you overloaded your circuit, which happened a lot in this old Victorian. I feel you, old houses, you know. All the neighbors, even big grown-ass men, were too scared to go down there so they would ask me $150-15 pounds soaking wet to go down and replace their fuse for them. Even offering me money to do so. I would always do it because it made me feel tough. I love you already. This basement was creepy AF. It was a giant noise- it had a giant noisy boiler in the corner. Tons of ancient house parts here and there. Boxes and trunks from former tenants and

one little bear bulb swinging from I pictured that one little bear bulb swinging from the ceiling to light your way so spooky and it had a door with posters of bikini clad ladies leading to the creepy guys apartment it also had a small corridor that led behind the length of his apartment to the back alley this was the former servant's entrance hey we have one of those in my house. Not for like active servants. You're like for all the servants in my house. No, that's just me. I have a super old house and it has servants quarters in it. I should look in. On Thanksgiving, we started to notice a foul odor, bad timing, coming from the basement. I told Kat that I thought Toby was a serial killer and had bodies in the basement And she just laughed and said he was just a hoarder who needed to take out the garbage A few days pass and the smell gets unbearable

Oh Kat, the much more reasonable of the two of us, starts to think Toby may have died down there You know, casual We called and called about the smell, but the landlord, let's call him fuckhead. Let's call him fuckhead, didn't believe us, and said he, quote, could only smell a bit of garbage. More time passes, and I ask fuckhead, what about the unpaid rent? All the mail piling up.

He said, that guy's rent is always late, and he suggests maybe a cat died under the boiler. I don't think so. Since fuckhead was clearly useless, cat and I decided to venture into the basement and have a sniff around. We were both a little wigged out as it was nighttime when we decided to explore. Jesus, you guys are bad-ass, right? But the smell was starting to affect our sex life, even Vicks under the nose didn't help. Isn't that what you're not supposed to do? Yeah, Vicks can trap the odor a lot of the times to make it worse. Is that what they do to like rookie autopsy people? Yeah, actually one of my, one of my criminal justice professors like way back then,

she told us if they ever try to make you put vix under your nose, that's them like punking you. Because it's a little stick to it. It'll stick to it. Let's go. Because the smell will stay with you for a long time. Let's see, vix under the nose didn't help, so the situation was getting desperate. We looked around the basement for a dead animal and followed our noses. We squeezed ourselves into the narrow servants' passage and squatted down to the crack under a sealed door leading to Toby's apartment.

We both sniffed and then our eyes locked in horror. There was no mistaking that. One, the smell was coming from his apartment, and two, even though we had never smelled a rotting human body before, it couldn't be anything else. We knowped the fuck out of that basement so fast, hoping we wouldn't be a potential serial killer's next victim. Shall I describe the smell? Yes, please. I feel like that. I've never smelled a dead body, but this seems accurate.

Let's see, a dash of feet, a pinch of garbage, a heaping serving of rotting animal flesh, and a generous dollop of bio and feces. That is what a rotting body smells like. You're welcome. You know what, that's a pretty good, I was gonna ask you. It needs something sweet in there though. Something sweet.

But like rotting sweet. Like a sweetness that is sick sweet. That's what it needs. Oh, like what's the drink that I got at Taco Bell the other night? Oh God, I don't even know. It's that. That's the sound.

That thing. I started calling the health department and the police. No one seemed interested in our plate, mass holes, even though I told people very calmly what was going on. No one, the authorities, our co-workers, our friends, no one believed us. What the fuck? They all just thought it was me being my weird self again. Like here we go, she's telling us another weird story, I'm sure you can relate.

Yep. We had a pre-scheduled Christmas party and I was concerned because we are a bit odd. We are not the most popular couple in the world and we did have a few friends who were also odd. We never have parties, but we decided to go ahead with this little holiday dinner party because fuck it. Maybe we could finally convince our friends that the whole routing corpse thing was happening. Our weird little gang showed up and the first thing out of their mouths was what in the unholy hell is that fucking smell? Your neighbor is not okay. Choking and gagging. We invited them into our stinky assa-boad all decorated for the holidays with tons of sands of candles burning. We all miserably picked at the food and had lovingly ordered from a restaurant and needless to say it was the shortest holiday ever but not worse not the worst party we have ever thrown but

that story is for another time holy shit. I want to hear that one. Seriously if it's worse than a dead body rotting underneath you? Everyone quickly left and many refused to even ever return to our apartment losers. I guess Boston's finest didn't want to work over the holidays, but finally, enough neighbors said complained that a few cops showed up. The cops knocked on Toby's door. I'm like, can't you smell that?

He's dead. He's not gonna answer the door. The pope left. The five oh shrugged and fucking left us there with that stench fucking fucking rookies. PS, I tried to be a cop by my eyesight sucks, so it's nothing personal quote, not all cops or a hashtag not all cops. That's like the same exact thing with me, except it was my eyesight. They came back the next

week, January 2nd, six weeks after the smell started. Oh, that's rough. That's ripe. And kicked in the door down. It was dead bolted and hauled dead Toby out at last. Even the neighbors on the sixth floor had been complaining. Before you say, oh, it's Boston winter. How could, how bad could it be that he was cranked up in the radiator system spread that smell Oh, that is awful It smelled so bad the first responders were gagging and throwing up Fuckhead was there and I stared him down and said oh, I did oh, did you find the source of the smell? Fuckhead had the decency to look ashamed and even a little teary.

I said, he's fucking dead in there isn't he? And he mumbled yes. I said you would better get that apartment professionally cleaned and he promised he would. I asked the cops how he died and they said it was cut and dried so I assume he killed himself but who knows. All I know is we were vindicated and no one should ever doubt us again. Fuckhead waited another month before hiring aftermath ink to clean it up. I wonder if that's, I think aftermath is nationwide.

I don't think it's a mess, choose its thing. I never even heard of it. But yeah, aftermath ink, I wanted to get a job there. What? I did. What the fuck is wrong with you? It like, right out of high school. I was like, oh, maybe I'll get a job there while I go to college.

You wanted to clean up after dead bodies? Yes. Wow. I would still do that. I mean, all the power to you and anybody else. Yeah. Somebody's got to do it. They came at midnight sketchy around Valentine's Day with hazmat suits and took out hundreds

of bags of garbage and professionally cleaned it like sunshine cleaner style and the smell it last went away but no one ever rented that apartment again. We should have sued. You may ask why we stayed, rent control in Boston. Yep I got it. We have a fuck town of unethical student loan debt yes from the unethical US government who are illegally shafting us so had no choice choice. We poor F and the crown molding was lovely. Oh, I love it. To this day, my girlfriend and I joke, when we smell something bad, we say it smells like Toby in here.

It's fucked. It's fucked in the best way. Before everyone heard it, before anyone gets upset, we did actually feel bad for this guy and his family, even though he was a radic pervy and scary. Especially when I found out he was from Hawaii, where I am from. Me too. Hey, we tried to do the right thing and get him discovered in a timely matter, but no one fucking believed us, so what are you gonna do? Happily, Kat and I now live in Hawaii, where everything smells like flowers and copper tones on screen.

I'm still cursed, stay up and I'm used to it. Stay weird and please do a live show in Honolulu. We'll show you so much aloha. Storm. It's okay to burp or dirt. Storm. That story is amazing and we have to do a show in Hawaii. The homeland for you.

Yeah, I'm not Hawaiian but I was born in Hawaii. I'm born there. Clearly not Hawaiian. I'm the Payless Motherfucker. It's storm. You and Kat are my heroes. I love them. I fully agree with you that we would be best friends.

Let's do that. Let's be best friends. We would put all of it all in. Is that story so bad? And now I kind of want to just be like, man, it smells like Toby in here. We can start saying it, I don't okay. I love it. Oh, this next like Toby in here. We can start saying it, I don't care. I love it.

Oh, this next strawberry is very spooky. The next strawberry? Magi, see? So spooky. No, I'm a stealth fuck. You are, you always forget. I do. Well, this is called listener tale,

a very spoopy ambulin' strawberry. Spoopy. Hey ladies, just discovered your spooptacular. It's so hard to say spooop. Spooop is one of my, like, the best words. I always thought that people were making a title. I know you did. Okay, just discovered your spooptacular podcast not too long ago.

And I super love you guys. The listener tells her honestly among my favorites. And I would thought I would share my story with you. Love it. A little background. I worked as an EMT in Utah for the last six years and have been and have seen some crazy ass monkey ass stuff Monkey. Yeah, I consider myself a pretty boss ass bitch for working in a mall In a male dominated field and holding my own hell. Yeah, I agree

I love what I do most days and have lots of stories, but of all the stories I have There is one that sticks out in my mind as one of the craziest things I've ever experienced. It's spoopy and it's paranormal as fuck my dudes. This story is long and you won't want to read it alone or in the dark. So hold onto your butts and keep the lights out and hold it on. When the light is on. First of all, in this ladybug in here. Yeah, I like, I love ladybugs, but that one keeps flying into light and it's annoying me. Don't fly into the light, don't do it. First, I want to say that I've written this,

so there aren't any identifiers to the people, the story involves, and you can just call me V. Hi V, hi V. In my time on the ambulance, I've been given the title of a black cloud because I get dropped in the craziest call, so it's not surprising that this happened while on my shift. A couple of years ago, my ambulance partner and I were sleeping peacefully in our recliners at the station. We had a pretty quiet night, nothing too crazy,

and had actually been able to catch a few z's. I'm woken up from a light sleep when the tones go off in the station. I look at my watching guess what time it is. Yep, 3 a.m. I was just going to say 3 a.m. Good old witching hour. Didn't think much of it at the time, but it makes sense now. Our dispatchers told us this call was at the college dorms nearby, and that it was a very sick person. No more details than that, but we got sent lights and sirens, which meant our patient needed immediate help. We rolled up with a fire engine, and me and a bunch of burly dudes had it inside with all our equipment. Up to this point, it was just another middle of the night call, and we were all pretty tired, but that's just the job. We walked into a bright, well lit hallway with black, big, black

heavy doors with dorm room numbers on them. We found ours and knocked on the door. Nobody answered right away and the door was locked so we asked dispatch to get a hold of the collar to open the door. A few minutes passed we stood there quiet tired just relaxing until the door opened very, very slowly. Oh. The door opened into the apartment, and instead of light from the hallways spilling into the room beyond, all we see is an inky black abyss. This is when it starts to get weird. Instead of one of us stepping inside and turning on a light, we all just stood there.

I don't know what we were waiting for, but it's almost like we had a six-sense keeping us from going inside. One of the guys said, hello, where would the fire department? But none of us went in. Suddenly, the most pale gray person I've ever seen alive literally crawled out of the door. I have like the spouse reading this and I've already read it. I'm stressed. She was wearing pajamas and was covered in fucking black hand prints. All five burly dudes in myself take a step back. It was alarming. But remember to say the very least. Yes. But remembering that we are professionals, I grabbed a blanket

and threw it over her, asking her name and helped her to stand, helped her to stand to get on my stretcher. The poor thing was nearly gray and clearly very ill. All she could tell me was that she didn't feel well and was very weak. You know, shit, you don don't feel well girl. Right? Alarm started going off in my head. I kicked into gear and started doing my job. I got vital, started on IV and tried to assess the poor thing, but she was very lethargic and not very forthcoming with what was going on with her. She just kept saying, I don't feel very good. We wheeled her out to the ambulance and my partner and I got the stretcher loaded and like, but did you die? I feel, I know you don't feel good, but why? Did you die?

What did you die? Did you die though? I jumped up and sat on the bench next to her. Now, when you close an ambulance door, the lights in the back often turn off until you push the button or flip the switch that turns them back on. This isn't really an issue because our equipment lights and a small light bar over the switches stays on at all times that the truck is on. So my partner closed the door and the light shut off completely.

No light bar, no little equipment lights, not even light from the windows. I fumbled for the light switch and complete, complete inky blackness until I found the sweet, the switch, and light flooded the compartment. You guys, the lights turned on and there were and there were suddenly dozens of flying red ants. They were absolutely not fucking there when I got in. I may have said something like, uh, what the hell? And tried brushing them off my poor patient,

and that's when I felt it. I felt like I was standing in front of a loud speaker, but without the sound. A deep vibration seemed to pass through me and run up my spine. I felt like I had entered in my whole entire spine right now, his chills. I had entered into a thick dark orb. I froze in place with my hand on my patient's arm. I closed my eyes and set a quick silent prayer to any cosmic being or force that would hear me to protect us from whatever the fuck it just invaded my space. The feeling subsided a bit,

enough for me to tell my partner through the little window between the cab and the box to hurry the fuck up and get us to the hospital. Right. Eventually I was able to get some information from the girl. She woke up sometime after midnight feeling very ill and went into the bathroom, where she started having intestinal issues. She laid on the floor and possibly passed out. She woke up around 3 a.m. and called 9-1-1.

The handprints were actually fecal matter, but why was it black? Why was it all over her? She wasn't able to tell me why the fecal matter was all over in handprints, and she did not have any feces on her own hands. I never got a bad vibe from her. The impression I got is something seriously abnormal was happening to this girl. After the feeling I had something possibly paranormal. We arrived at the ER.

Yeah, it's so fucking spooky. Look at my arm. My whole chair arm is good. I have literal I'm getting shivers right now. The story's fucked. We arrived at the ER and my partner opened the back doors. He saw the flying ants and started smacking at them. We decided to leave the back doors open to hopefully clear them out while we dropped off our patient. I gave the report to the nurse and we left that poor girl in good hands.

As we walked out to the truck, my partner gloved up, preparing to fuck up some flying ants, but they were all completely gone. Not a single lingering ant to be found anywhere. We cleaned up, packed up, and headed back to the station. As we left the hospital, I became aware that the heavy dark feeling I'd had in the back of the ambulance was gone. Two weeks later, I saw the nurse that I'd left her with that night and I said, hey, do you remember that girl from a couple weeks ago?

I didn't need to say any more than that. Her eyes got huge. It turns out she spent a week in the ICU from a massive internal bleed. She needed several blood transfusions. The reason her stool was black and she was so extremely pale was from the internal bleed. The nurse told me that they were never able to figure out why she was bleeding, but she was in much better shape when she left. It was a diamond. Yeah. If I had to guess what was going on, I think she was being tormented by something

truly evil. A diamond? Yeah. I don't know what could possibly piss off a diamond or spirit enough to do that to sub-un, but I was told that if we hadn't gotten to her when we did, she would have passed away by morning. I've never experienced anything like this before or since, and I sincerely hope the poor girl know to fuck out of that dormant away from what I almost ended her life.

Well, there you have it. I'm going to decontaminate in holy water and watch puppy videos and then listen to more of your awesome podcasts. Keep it weird, my dudes. Keep it super fucking weird. V. V.

Isn't that B-Nannos V? So, Keep it weird my dudes keep it super fucking weird V. V is not Nana's V so Madooom so spooky that was so much so spooky. I feel so many things right now. Yeah, that was a diamond I have the chiles. I have the chili willies for sure. Oh, I don't like it a lot. The heaps are happening all over the place All over the place. Oh, all right, thank you, V. It's just not okay. Well, next one is called Spooky Knife wielding almost stepmom. Oh, damn it, I wanted to read that one.

Hi, Ash and Alaina. I was talking to some old friends the other day and they reminded me about this absolutely bonkers thing that happened to me when I was younger. If you choose to use this in your listener tales episode, I prefer that you not use my name because this crazy lady might be listening and pay me a visit. We will not use your name. So some backstory is needed for this story. My parents divorced when I was two because my mom is a hoe. Same. At the time of this story, I was around 11 or 12.

I was a real fan of her 12. I was living with my mom and her new piece of actual shit husband is so... I know why you wanted to read this. No, actually the rest has nothing to do with anything I can relate to. Piece of shit husband in the southeastern Wisconsin. My parents had been divorced for a long time and my dad had been dating this woman. I'll call her Sarah the year before. I fucking loved Sarah. She could cook so much better than my dad. She helped me with my homework and she introduced me to new types of music and cool shows. Two months before this happened, my dad had broken up with her. I was devastated. But when I asked

why, he explained that she suffered from really bad night terrors and often woke up screaming and thinking that he was trying to attack her. Once she even grabbed a knife that they had kept near the bed for protection and slashed his arm, holy shit. My dad didn't exactly mind this, but it was at the point where she wanted to move in. My dad was worried that eventually I would be home during one of the night terrors and she would hurt me. So after hearing that, I calmed down about the whole thing and resigned myself to the fact that Sarah was not going to be my stepmom. So when this happened, it

was the middle of December, and there was at least three inches of snow on the ground. It was also fucking freezing. Fuck Wisconsin. She said that I did not. I was visiting my dad for the weekend, and it was around 11 p.m. At the time, my dad managed the grocery store right across the street from our house. They closed at midnight and I would often ride my bike over there to visit him and the one cashier that stayed until closing. Normally, they would send me down the road on my bike to bring back fries from McDonald's and we would sit on the registers and probe the depths of topics such as the meaning of life in which shows on Netflix were the best, you know. Looking back, I'm actually pretty mad that my dad let me do that. The road to McDonald's was long, poorly lit, and I didn't have a

phone. It's a miracle I wasn't murdered. Well, the night of the incident, I'd rid my bike across the street to my dad's store and parked my bike near the building. The bike was given to me by Sarah and was very distinctive. I went in and chatted with my dad in the cashier for 45 minutes. My dad eventually told me that he was going to need to start closing up soon and I should go home and he would meet me. Before I left, he rang up some stuff from the store and told me to carry the bags home on my handlebars. I remember this so vividly that I even remember what was in the bags.

In the bag to my left hand was a small glass container of tostitos mild chunky salsa. Fuck yeah. And then the bag in my right was a small box of generic black kitchen bags, kitchen garbage bags, and a box of generic white plastic straws. I put my earbuds in, put my iPod in my back pocket, and walked out of the building. I was looking down at the ground as I approached my bike. When I got closer, I saw a woman sitting on the bench next to where I parked my bike. It took me a minute to place her, but I quickly realized that it was Sarah. my bike. When I got closer, I saw a woman sitting on the bench next to where I parked my bike.

Took me a minute to place her, but I quickly realized that it was Sarah. She was wearing a very thin spaghetti strap pink sundress, no shoes, and had shaved the left half of her hair off. You know, do you? On her lap was a wedding magazine, uh-oh. And in her right hand was a huge kitchen knife. Oh, that's not good. No way. No way at all. I almost fucking died right there. She saw me looking at her and said, hi. It's completely normal, boys. I, shitting my pants, responded on autopilot.

Hey. Like, what the fuck, Sarah? I took one step closer and grabbed my handlebars. It was then that I got a closer look at the knife. It had a black handle, but had little pink polka dots painted on it. It was our knife. My little cousin had put the polka dots on it with nail polish the last time she visited our house. I don't even know. So naturally, I was suddenly even more creeped out. Creep the fuck out. I got on my bike and sped across the street to my house,

dumping my bike in the bags in the front yard and running inside as fast as I could. Even though I knew it would be almost impossible, I was convinced that she was right behind me. I immediately locked the door behind me and grabbed a pocket knife from the counter and locked myself in the bathroom. Then I facetimeed my dad. This whole escape, escape took maybe 40 seconds. That's how close we lived to the store. So within 40 seconds of seeing Sarah outside the store, my dad was running outside to find her. She was fucking gone. He ran around the outside of the building and she was nowhere to be found. My dad came home immediately and told him, I told him about the knife. We checked,

insured enough, our 8-inch kitchen knife was missing from the knife block. We have no idea when it went missing. We didn't cook much when Sarah wasn't around. The next day at work, my dad checked the security footage, but Sarah had apparently been in the one part of the parking lot that wasn't covered by the cameras. But hold on to your butts, because this isn't even the worst part. Sometimes with some time within the next few weeks, I don't know exactly when the fucking knife reappeared in the knife block. Is that so fucking terrifying? Sarah came back. Holy shit. And you didn't even know when you thought he was a goner but the cat came back. Okay, I'd growl and po. Shoo, you thought I wasn't gonna get that. I saw it in your eyes. That, I'd growl and po. Shoo, you thought I wasn't gonna get that.

I saw it in your eyes. That's not a growl, po. God damn it, it's not! Who is it? It's just an old nursery rhyme. I know a song, the cat came back. It's all he was good about the cat came back. Okay, it's really creepy, stop saying that to me.

I really thought that was on growl and po. It was good though. I also love that I was like, you thought I wasn't gonna get it. I was like, you did, that's wrong. But I appreciate it. I appreciate that. Everyone is laughing at me. So we changed the locks the next day.

Good. No, she said that day. Oh, that day, excuse me. So remember me saying that Sarah had left side of her hair shaved? I can't talk. My dad and I felt the need to verify this. And so we went to the restaurant where she worked a week

after I saw her. When my dad broke up with her, she had a full head of hair, and now she had the left side of her head shaved. She didn't see us, and we often, as soon as we saw the hair, we haven't seen her since, and my dad doesn't work at the store anymore. I've sold the bike, and I never go out by myself at night. Well, that was the story of the spooky knife-wielding, almost stepmom who once slashed my dad. Who once slashed my dad up after a night of... Oh, for a second I was like, wait what?

I was like, girl, you did not tell me that she actually stabbed your dad. Who once slashed my dad up after a night terror and scared me shitless one December night outside of a grocery store. I hope you guys enjoyed it and I want to tell you guys that I fucking love you so much and won't shout the hell up about your show to my friends legit I think I have a problem keep it weird holy shit awesome you who shall not be named that was awesome so amazing holy shit the fact that it reappeared in the block just ruined me that's the scariest part of all I think hate that a lot hate it so much oh man, so my next one is just called Listener Stories. Hey, keeping it real, real simple. We love it. Hey Elena, hey Ash. First. First I wanted to say that I never gave much thought

about podcasts until I came across yours. Oh my god. Since then, I've been hooked. You guys are seriously awesome. Thank you for all your time you put in for us weirdos. Thank you. Thank you. As children my cousins and I were horror movie fanatics and into all things scary. Same Z's. Yep. We would often stay up late We everybody thinks that we're cousins and we're not people I feel like everybody thinks we're cousins So us saying same. I feel like makes them think even more. Oh,. Oh, sorry. Well, I just meant same like interplay or stuff. Just like that stuff, yeah. Anyways, we would often stay up late watching one of those movies and would fight over who slept on the middle of the

bed because we were all too terrified to sleep on the edge. Oh, I get that. I get that so hard. We also made up scary games. Our favorite being called Monster. Love that. One person played the monster and would hide somewhere in the house with the lights off.

Well, the rest of us would go into a specific bathroom shut the door and count to 30. When we were done counting, we would open the door and walk around the house with each other, not knowing where the monster was hiding. That's awesome. It does. The rules were simple. If you see the monster, you can't tell anybody else, and when the monster pops out to chase

you, you would run back to the designated bathroom before it gets you. Person who's caught would be the next monster. Love it. Seems like a silly harmless game, right? Sure does. Well, it was until one day in the afternoon when we decided to play with my three cousins and our friend while we were all home alone. Uh-oh.

Thinking back now, it probably wasn't a great idea, but that day the sun was still out, so we thought it would be less scary. We played a few rounds out before it was our friend Kayla's term. All was fine until she popped out and began chasing us around the house. I was in the back with my younger cousin Brooklyn while my other two older cousins Faith and June were in the front. Brooklyn and I did not see Kayla pop out, just heard her and we ran straight to the master bathroom.

Before I continue, it's important to know that Kayla was just wearing normal shirt and pants. Shortly after we made it to safely to the bathroom, my oldest cousin Faith ran in. She was laughing as she came in and locked the door behind her, probably in an attempt to pick on her sister June, so she would be caught. Faith then proceeded to tell us that Kayla did a good job at being scary by putting on all black and a clown mask that they keep in the closet. Oh, no, no, we laughed about it until June began banging on the door with Kayla. They were practically all black and a clown mass that they keep in the closet. Oh, no. No, wait, no. We laughed about it until June began banging on the door with Kayla.

They were practically in tears and frantic. We thought it was a joke to scare us until Kayla said there was someone walking around in the house in all black and a clown mass. Oh, nope, I'm out. I'm out. Feats face went pale, as she opened the door for them and locked it again.

Kayla was not wearing what Faith described her as wearing. She was wearing what she had on at the beginning of the game, and by all their reactions, they were not messing with us. We all proceeded to freak out and make sense of what they saw since the three of them all saw the same thing. No. While we were all talking, the door handles suddenly started moving, like someone was trying to turn it, and the lock.

It was one that you can unlock outside with a butter knife was turning. Oh no. So fucking scary. Faith ran to the door and held the lock in the lock position so whoever was on the other side couldn't get in. At this point we were hysterical. Thankfully, Faith had the idea for us all to jump out the window above the toilet to escape into the backyard. Hell yeah. Thank God there's a bathroom window. She made me trade spots with her to hold the lock while she opened the window and helped my youngest cousin out. Let me tell you, before holding that lock, I had my doubts that this was all real.

Some part of me believed they were pranking us. I was definitely wrong. All doubt was gone when I felt the lock turn against my fingers. Whoever was on the other side was strong, and at the time I was around 10 or 12, so I did not have the strength to keep hold of that lock. What's gonna happen?

Thankfully, I didn't have to because everybody was able to escape outside besides me and faith. She took hold of the lock again and I noped the hell out of there. When I stopped to wait for her since she had to go like go of the lock and then jump. Oh my god, I'm so stressed out for faith. I know. When she did jump she landed hard making her yell out in pain. That didn't stop her though. She told me to keep going while she limped after me. We were about to hop over the neighbor's fence when we looked back at the window. Standing back, you just gave me like a little side glimpse that I'm not happy about it. Standing in the bathroom looking back at us was a tall person in the cloud mask in a black shirt. No. I've

never felt such terror until that moment in my life. The figure didn't move just stared through the window at us. What the fuck? I don't know when I stopped looking at the cloud. I just remember being pulled to the fence, hopping in the neighbor's yard, and running to the road. When we made it to the end of the street, my aunt and uncle were already driving toward the house and saw us.

We probably looked like psychos while we tried to explain what just happened to us. They did not look convinced, and my uncle actually looked angry that we were causing a scene. They had us get in the truck to take us to the house. Bro, that's what I read, right? They had us get in the truck to take us back to the house, or my uncle wanted to check it out himself.

The front door was wide open when we pulled up, and we later found out the back sliding door by the bathroom window we had jumped out of was open as well. When my uncle came out he was livid because we apparently broke the toilet lid when we climbed down it to jump out the window. He told us to stop playing scary games and breaking his things. My aunt told us that we shouldn't play the game anymore because it invites bad stuff into our heads. So they basically thought we were crazy. Faith's sprained her ankle and my aunt and uncle took us to Chuckie Cheese to calm down. That'll calm you down.

Right. It was a terrifying experience. And to this day, we all agree what we saw was real since every single one of us saw the same thing. We still played the game after that, but only during the day and only when there were adults home. Oh, and we found the clown mask back in the closet where it always was. We still don't know who was in the house with us that day, but I do know it wasn't just in our heads. Thank you for reading my story and keep it weird, Hayley. What the fuck? Isn't that so scary?

They were always scary. In a clown mask in your house. In your house, where they go. I don't know. Don't love that one. Hate it. Want to move on from that one. Move on from me out.

Every part of that story, Hayley. Hate that. Love you for sending that. Hate that. So the last listener story that we will do is called Just a Casual Story involving my mom in the Claremount serial killer. Oh, Casual. Casual.

This is from Gemma. Did Gemma say I can say her name? I believe she did. Yeah, okay. Hey, Gemma. Hey, Weirdos. I love listening to your podcast and appreciate all the amazing effort you put into them. Oh my god Thank you. I can't believe I thought I had no decent stories to write in but in about because this is actually pretty bad ship bananas

I think I just blocked it out of my memory preference and sweet blissful ignorance over crushing potential reality I'm sure you can already tell but I have a very healthy coping mechanism Same for you to anyways. I'm from very healthy coping mechanism. Same. Me too. Anyways, I'm from Perth, Australia. Hey! You know how we feel about Australia? Yeah. There's a major trial going on at the moment investigating the Claremount serial killings.

We want to cover those. Back in the mid-93 women went missing from the suburb of Claremount. Jay Mermer and Sierra Gwannen were found murdered in Bushlands, outside Bushlands, Bushlands, on the outskirts of Perth, but Sarah Spears' body was never recovered. It was a cold case for years until New DNA evidence linked the greasy spunk trumpet, Bradley Edwards to the crimes. They have the best insults in Australia. That's a great one.

I gotta use that one. He has pled guilty to two counts of rape, one being a teenage girl in a cemetery I know what the actual fuck but has pleaded not guilty to the murder charges When I was a teenager circa 2005-ish I was at home one afternoon with my mom a badass blonde who don't take shit from nobody Oh, yeah, we lived on a five that's like ash We lived on a five-acre block in a small town about 50 kilometers from Perth.

Our home was situated between the main road that went through town in a dirt track. We would often walk along this track to go bush walking. You know. This one day my mum asked if I wanted to go for a walk, but I was too busy playing Sims or some stupid shit and declined. Wow, you're in my head. So off my mum went. She was walking home when

she came to the intersection where this dirt trap might track met up with the main road. She heard the roar of a car turning to see a yut traveling along the main road screamed to a grinding halt. Now there are a lot of bogans made to urban dictionary that one in my town. So it isn't uncommon for a car to be hooning around. I love all these words. Do you know what Bogen's mean? I forgot to look it up. I feel like I know that word. I'll do it while you read it. Bogen. Mom didn't think too much of it and began to walk. I'll be it out of faster pace in the other direction. However, she stopped dead in her tracks as the man driving began to reverse. Mom said she immediately got that a**** feeling in her stomach.

The car pulled onto the dirt track she was on and accelerated towards her, sending a flurry of red dust and rocks into the air. Freaked out, Mum turned around. He had accelerated too quickly on the loose gravel and overshot his mark. He was visibly enraged by this, making sure to maintain eye contact with her, as he pulled at his steering wheel to rip his car back around. It was at that moment, at that point my mom's Uber arrived and she noped the fuck out of there.

As she started running home, all she could hear was the revving of the engine as he pursued her literally a fucking nightmare. I imagine this is exactly what I was thinking. I imagine it to be some Jeepers Creepers style bullshit. Thank God there was a huge log that obstructed the track. So mom was able to run ahead and hide in the bush. She watched this guy slowly drive back down the main road scoping the area, looking for her.

What the fuck? When he was out of sight, she breathed a sigh of relief and in my darling mother's own words she thought, quote, that was a bit weird. Bless this woman who raised me but her tolerance for weird is way too fucking high. So after the lunatic had well and truly gone she starts off again only to see that son of a bitch had turned his goddamn monstomobile around and accessed another road to bypass the log. He's fixated on my mom. She sprints towards home knowing that if she can make it to the boundary of our property,

that there's a break in the fence. She's running on very uneven ground, so Lord knows how she didn't fall over. But somehow she found this break and made a flying leap through it. Like I said, my mother is a badass. So what does she do? She turns around to look at this fucker to get his number plates. They lock eyes and he's seething. She knows that to turn around, he has to drive

about half a kilometer to get back to the opening. But she doesn't want to go home because I'm there alone. Concerned, he would follow her there. She crossed the road to our neighbor's property and hides. And surely enough, they're the hell wagon is again slowly stalking the main road looking for her. This is way too much. Next thing I know, she races into the house in a frantic panic, yells at me to lock all the doors and windows. I'm so confused having just been pulled from my simbing stupid. So I'm asking her why, which now I

think about it must have been really annoying She called our local police station to report the incident. She was able to identify half of his number plate and the making color of his car This is the frustrating part because the police never filed her report What the fuck and so the information was lost and never investigated a few years later She was out and saw a photo of Bradley Edwards in the newspaper and recognized the face immediately. That, that was him. That's the fucking guy. So yeah, moral of the story is, fuck that guy for disturbing my Sims game. Ha ha, just kidding. You can get fucked for so many other reasons. Thank you so much for reading my mom's story. I should mention my mom is still living her best life, but with's significantly less bush walking She continues to be a badass to this day. Keep it weird you bloody legends Jam you're a bloody legend your fucking gem gem gem is a gem her mom is a bloody legend

Amazing and that word what was it? Logan bogan bogan bogan it means like trash. Okay, it's one of our bogan It means like trash. Oh, okay. It's from a bogey. You're a bogey. Oh, Gemma, that was fucking amazing. Holy shit. Those were some good listener tales. It was really good.

Yeah, it took a long time to find all of those. But that was amazing. Good job, y'all. You know what, you guys killed this episode. Brought to you by you for you, all about you. And you did it well. Well, if you enjoyed that, I hope that you go ahead and follow us on Instagram.

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and your dad with a wedding fucking magazine. And that's so weird that the ambulance is haunted as fuck and they're fucking fire ants everywhere. And that's aware that your basement smells really bad because it's most like Toby and Toby's dead And that's a weird that you go on a sushi date with a convicted well attempted murderer man I think I got them all Hey, Prime members, you can listen to Morvid, Early, and Add Free on Amazon Music. Download the Amazon Music app today, or you can listen Add Free with Wondery Plus and

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