Speaker 1: Hello, welcome to my favorite murder, the Mini.
Speaker 2: So that's right, we read you your stories, your emails.
Speaker 1: This is the first time we've ever done this, so
Speaker 1: just stay patient with us, Just stay in here with us.
Speaker 2: It's only even what ten years, just ten in a row.
Speaker 2: Oh and this is themed. I think this is the
Speaker 2: first time we've done this. This is four twenty themes
Speaker 2: because it's coming out on four twenty.
Speaker 1: That's right. I love that we want to celebrate the
Speaker 1: crime stories, the personal stories, the grandma stories that also
Speaker 1: involve marijuana.
Speaker 2: Yeah. I don't even smoke it, but I fucking love
Speaker 2: that this is a thing.
Speaker 1: So listen. You don't have to smoke it to enjoy.
Speaker 1: Other people smoke it. It's kind of the best part
Speaker 1: of pot. Write other people's horrible stories about pot. I
Speaker 1: have one that involves California adventure. Is it because you
Speaker 1: ate a cookie and then decided you needed another cookie?
Speaker 1: Because that's every pot story I've ever heard in my.
Speaker 2: Life something like that, And I freaked the fuck out.
Speaker 1: You go first, not unlike the time you did it
Speaker 1: at the Tom Petty concert.
Speaker 2: No, that was mushrooms, I think, Oh was it? Yeah, Okay,
Speaker 2: we'll do it.
Speaker 1: Different.
Speaker 2: We'll do it on mushroom Day. I get mushroom Day.
Speaker 1: Yeah, okay, you want me to go first? The subject
Speaker 1: line perfectly kicking this off of this email is an
Speaker 1: infamous killer, a grandpa and illegal weed. Hello, Karen Georgia
Speaker 1: Pets an exactly right crew. I first listened to your
Speaker 1: podcast in twenty twenty and have only become a bigger
Speaker 1: fan with every listen. I have a story I think
Speaker 1: is worthy of writing in, so here we go. In
Speaker 1: nineteen seventy seven, my grandpa was working as a truck
Speaker 1: driver and one day he had some time to kill,
Speaker 1: so he decided to spend the rest of the day
Speaker 1: and night with old friend that lived near Aspen, Colorado.
Speaker 1: He headed that way into a night of catching up, drinking, smoking,
Speaker 1: and having absolutely no clue how different that day could
Speaker 1: have ended up for him. The day he just so
Speaker 1: happened to have extra time was the day Ted Bundy
Speaker 1: jumped out of the courthouse window in Aspen. What remember
Speaker 1: that part of that insane journey. The Aspen police stopped
Speaker 1: and searched every vehicle going in and out of town,
Speaker 1: and considering that my grandpa was driving a truck full
Speaker 1: of illegal weed, you can understand how much of a
Speaker 1: lucky coincidence this was. Oh no, my dad was born
Speaker 1: just two years later, and considering my grandpa would have
Speaker 1: been incarcerated, arrested, or dumped by my nana, my dad
Speaker 1: or I would have never been born. I never even
Speaker 1: knew my grandpa until the twenty tens, when he sent
Speaker 1: my dad a letter in the mail explaining that he
Speaker 1: was his father.
Speaker 2: Wait, so he got caught with the illegal weed because
Speaker 2: they were searching for.
Speaker 1: He didn't get caught because they were looking for Ted Bundy.
Speaker 1: Oh so, but there was like they set up the point,
Speaker 1: the checkpoint, but they weren't looking for They weren't there
Speaker 1: to search people's stuff. They were looking for Ted Bundy.
Speaker 1: So they're they're like, go on, go ahead, sir, you're
Speaker 1: not a serial killer. Oh my god, my weed. And
Speaker 1: I thank you. My family and myself had the great
Speaker 1: pleasure of getting to hear all his crazy stories like
Speaker 1: this one for a couple of years before he died.
Speaker 1: I think about him often, and I'm so grateful I
Speaker 1: got to know him, even just for a little while.
Speaker 1: Thank you for your podcast and all that you do.
Speaker 1: Stay sexy and visit an old friend when you have
Speaker 1: some time Brindley.
Speaker 2: Wow, what a trip to just have a parent and.
Speaker 1: Not know them right, and then they come into your
Speaker 1: life when you're an adult, right, so you have a
Speaker 1: whole new, weird relationship and the issues that come with us.
Speaker 2: It's so many things to process.
Speaker 1: But more than that, that guy must have like pulled
Speaker 1: over after he got through that stopping point or whatever,
Speaker 1: or gone to the first bar and ben like down
Speaker 1: to your wedding. I mean a truck filled with week seventies.
Speaker 2: Especially that's prison for a long fucking time. Straight to prison,
Speaker 2: straight to prison. Okay, straight to jail, ud arm, that
Speaker 2: was good. Someone in my house that shouldn't be. Hello, darlings.
Speaker 2: It's two thousand and three. I'm twenty three years old,
Speaker 2: newly married, and my husband and I are renting a
Speaker 2: house in a quaint Saint Louis neighborhood. We'd become friends
Speaker 2: with our neighbor across the street named Joe and his
Speaker 2: roommate Darryl. Joe Darrel older guys did odd job, so
Speaker 2: they were home a lot. But we're overall friendly and helpful,
Speaker 2: like when my crappy ass card needed to jump in
Speaker 2: the morning, Joe would be walking over to help me
Speaker 2: within minutes of me realizing my car was dead. Multiple times,
Speaker 2: I thought, naively, what a great neighbor. I worked my
Speaker 2: first office job then, and it was ten minutes from home,
Speaker 2: so every day I'd come home to eat lunch and
Speaker 2: feed our dog and maybe smoke some weed. Says this
Speaker 2: comes into play. One day, I head back to work
Speaker 2: after said lunch break, and about ten minutes later, I
Speaker 2: get a call on my desk phone. We didn't have
Speaker 2: cell phones then, asking if my name was x y
Speaker 2: Z and if I lived at x y Z. I'm like, uh,
Speaker 2: yeah it It was a local police. They said someone
Speaker 2: had broken into my home. I was a little stone,
Speaker 2: so I was like, oh, I was home just ten
Speaker 2: minutes ago for a lunch break. It was just me,
Speaker 2: and they said, ma'am, you need to come home. We
Speaker 2: caught a man coming out of your house. Oh, and
Speaker 2: then the shocked emoji. I raced home when you guessed it,
Speaker 2: my neighbor Joe is handcuffed and sitting on the side
Speaker 2: of my driveway. Turns out, after I left to go
Speaker 2: back to work, our neighbor next door heard our dog
Speaker 2: barking his ass off and saw Joe sneak into our
Speaker 2: backyard and into our back door, so she called the
Speaker 2: cops because she knew it was weird. Cops arrived catch
Speaker 2: him coming out the back door and search him and ladies,
Speaker 2: all he had on him was a dirty pair of
Speaker 2: my underwear and a walkie talkie. Oh yes, a walkie talkie.
Speaker 2: I was in shock. So then the cops say, let's
Speaker 2: go inside to see if anything else is missing. I panicked.
Speaker 2: The bong I had smoked from during lunch break and
Speaker 2: the bag of weed was on our living room table.
Speaker 1: Sure.
Speaker 2: I was like, oh, it's okay, Yeah, we don't need
Speaker 2: to go inside. I'm sure all he took was my underwear,
Speaker 2: and the mail cop leans over to me and says, ma'am,
Speaker 2: I looked in the window and saw the weed. You're
Speaker 2: not the one in trouble today.
Speaker 1: Where has this cop been in everyone's life?
Speaker 2: Seriously? Yeah? So here I was walking into my house
Speaker 2: followed by cops walking past my bong and weed in
Speaker 2: a tray, acting like none of us see it while
Speaker 2: we look around and make sure nothing else was missing.
Speaker 2: Joe got arrested, but thanks to lax laws, he bonded
Speaker 2: out about four hours later. That's a whole other story
Speaker 2: involving finding out Joe had been stalking me, my husband,
Speaker 2: his BFF, and a guitar smashing into Joe's forehead and
Speaker 2: more cops and us moving shortly after. I think that's
Speaker 2: the story.
Speaker 1: Oh, I get it.
Speaker 2: So when you say stay safe and don't get murdered,
Speaker 2: trust me, I take that shit seriously. Okay, love you
Speaker 2: by Kim By Kim By Kim Kim.
Speaker 1: I'm sorry that happened to you, but it's stay sexy,
Speaker 1: don't I'm just kidding. We hope you say say yeah,
Speaker 1: we assume that you are already doing right. That's awful
Speaker 1: and crazy and so hard.
Speaker 2: To have a neighbor like that that you just like,
Speaker 2: are constantly in fear of.
Speaker 1: Now you've probably heard of this for other things, but
Speaker 1: wouldn't it be cool if there was a service. We're
Speaker 1: very enlarge and intimidating looking biker type men would be
Speaker 1: there when he bonded out standing on his lawn, so
Speaker 1: that the message from the neighborhood is how about you
Speaker 1: fuck off and get out of here? Right?
Speaker 2: We have protection? Now?
Speaker 1: Yeah, that that should be a thing.
Speaker 2: Should be I think you just invented it.
Speaker 1: I think poor man's copyright.
Speaker 2: I don't call it Hell's Angels, but it's your just
Speaker 2: face going like this, is that a name?
Speaker 1: Can we trademark that no one's ever done Hell's Angels before? Right?
Speaker 1: Knock knock knock.
Speaker 2: I know.
Speaker 1: I'm not going to redo the subject line of this one,
Speaker 1: but similar beloved MFM. I briefly dated this guy in
Speaker 1: high school who was the walking cliche of an early
Speaker 1: aughts teenage stoner image faded metal band, T shirt, baggy
Speaker 1: jeans with wallet chains without a wallet, and sideshow bob hair.
Speaker 1: One day, he and a buddy skip school to smoke
Speaker 1: weed on his roof. One of them had built a
Speaker 1: bong out of white PVC pipe. Oh, I have done that,
Speaker 1: like a big, long, huge one.
Speaker 2: We'd go on the top of my bunk bed.
Speaker 1: To smoke from it off so you could get high
Speaker 1: enough into Jesus.
Speaker 2: Which is like, oh, microplastics, I'm worried about fucking tupperware now,
Speaker 2: but I used to smoke fucking PBC and tinfoil.
Speaker 1: The good news is that you inhanaling that PVC actually
Speaker 1: coated all of your organs. No other microplastics could get
Speaker 1: in that's great.
Speaker 2: It's almost like I laminated my organs.
Speaker 1: That's right, great, little it's your own VIP pass to yourself.
Speaker 2: Okay.
Speaker 1: So I'm sure it was absolutely foul to smoke out
Speaker 1: of approved or confirmed, because one of them threw it
Speaker 1: off the roof and never thought about it again. That afternoon,
Speaker 1: their whole neighborhood was blocked off, cop cars everywhere, state police,
Speaker 1: unmarked vans, crime scene tape, you know the drill. That's
Speaker 1: when the bomb squad showed up. These boys were so
Speaker 1: quick to discard their blackened, plastic monstrosity of a bong
Speaker 1: that they didn't notice it roll into the middle of
Speaker 1: their suburban street. A neighbor must have walked by and
Speaker 1: thought it looked like a pipe bomb, so they did
Speaker 1: their civic duty and reported it to the police. It
Speaker 1: was quickly determined to not be an explosive pipe bomb,
Speaker 1: but a pipe bong.
Speaker 2: Love it. That's tough.
Speaker 1: No one knew it was them, and even if it
Speaker 1: was collected for evidence, they were miners and surprisingly didn't
Speaker 1: have criminal records, no one was the wiser. A real
Speaker 1: stone or miracle, I guess, stay sexy and don't call
Speaker 1: the bomb squad on the Bong Squad. Thank you for
Speaker 1: all you do. With so much love, Katie from Bloomington,
Speaker 1: one of my favorite cities.
Speaker 2: Remember, we didn't have a pipe, So you take a
Speaker 2: fucking coke can and and poke holes in it and
Speaker 2: then light it on fucking fire, and we'd inhale. Yeah
Speaker 2: what were we inhaling?
Speaker 1: Tiny pieces of aluminium?
Speaker 2: Yeah?
Speaker 1: Love.
Speaker 2: Now I won't even like, I won't even take the
Speaker 2: receipt at a fucking convenience store because it's toxic. You know,
Speaker 2: it's toxic. That's why supposed to touch them. But it's
Speaker 2: like we used to fucking I used to smoke math
Speaker 2: out a fucking tinfoil.
Speaker 1: You know. Listen, we have to build our lives from something.
Speaker 1: And if it's gonna be if it's gonna be a
Speaker 1: diet PEPSI can with a thumb, yeah, you know, dent
Speaker 1: in it.
Speaker 2: Yeah, then that's.
Speaker 1: What we we do, what we must.
Speaker 2: At least we're not okay.
Speaker 1: At least where we're cycling.
Speaker 2: Yeah, uh no, I'm not going to reach the subject line.
Speaker 2: Hayas in episode four forty four and Georgia talks about
Speaker 2: the third man, and I realized I had a third
Speaker 2: man run in that I am forever grateful for. Remember
Speaker 2: third man syndrome. I was in my late twenties, living
Speaker 2: away from my parents for the first time, and had
Speaker 2: just had a lovely night out dancing with my friends.
Speaker 2: Came home nicely buzzed and feeling pretty delightful with myself,
Speaker 2: and I remembered I had some shitty weed. So I
Speaker 2: lit some candles, texted my friend what I was doing,
Speaker 2: and leaned out the window to smoke a badly rolled joint.
Speaker 2: My friend texted back as I was about to drop off,
Speaker 2: don't forget to blow out the candles. And I did
Speaker 2: blow them out except for one. Like I said, I
Speaker 2: was a little drunk, I was a little stone. I
Speaker 2: was pretty much passed out, all cozy in my bed
Speaker 2: when I felt a nudge on my shoulder. I ignored.
Speaker 2: Then I got a thump on my back and that
Speaker 2: whirled me over. I woke up to see the chair
Speaker 2: beside my bed on fire. Yes, and then it's the emoji,
Speaker 2: the smiley emoji, but it's melting into.
Speaker 1: The literally melting.
Speaker 2: Yeah. My first reaction was to try to blow it
Speaker 2: out because drunk, but because they saw my two glasses
Speaker 2: of water on the floor. I had brought up with me,
Speaker 2: so I smart two glasses, hid rate drunk, I know,
Speaker 2: And after a few minutes of panicked but discreete running
Speaker 2: from my room to the bathroom to refill the glasses,
Speaker 2: the fire was out. My roommates were none the wiser,
Speaker 2: quietly running so they don't like them on that sad
Speaker 2: I'm like my heart was something my brain reeling from.
Speaker 2: How the actual fuck did I wake up? And who
Speaker 2: punched me? I figured it was one of my grandparents'
Speaker 2: angels and eventually went to sleep. Love you ladies, stay
Speaker 2: sexy and blow out all of the candles or pass
Speaker 2: on the shitty weed. Frankie, she her, Frankie. I got
Speaker 2: to tell you home.
Speaker 1: Jim would be very upset if you heard this. Hometown.
Speaker 1: This is the thing that he would harangue me about
Speaker 1: on the phone, like when I was college age.
Speaker 2: The candles.
Speaker 1: He really really doesn't like candles because it's you. Of course,
Speaker 1: you like candles when you're high or drunk, you know.
Speaker 2: I Vince forgot to blow one out the other night
Speaker 2: when he left that I had lit because he never
Speaker 2: lights them right, So he was like I didn't, but
Speaker 2: I was like, you should. I should always look for candle.
Speaker 1: Right, maybe you guys need a little like a candle whiteboard.
Speaker 1: You have to go down and be like Jack lit
Speaker 1: it in the conservatory. Please put it out. I love
Speaker 1: that thing where like you come in hours later and
Speaker 1: it's all and you're to liquid and you're just like,
Speaker 1: don't explode.
Speaker 2: I am so lucky.
Speaker 1: Yes, oh my god, Okay, this is a weed story
Speaker 1: made for me. I won't reach you. The subject line
Speaker 1: it says evening ladies at all. I love the podcast
Speaker 1: and your consistent advocacy for mental health awareness. My name
Speaker 1: is Emily. You can use it now now that the
Speaker 1: pleasantries are over.
Speaker 2: Buckle up.
Speaker 1: It's twenty eighteen. I was nineteen years old and working
Speaker 1: at an outlet mall. And then in parentheses it says
Speaker 1: tangier outlets because the name of your personal outlet mall
Speaker 1: really matters, does matter in my home state of Pennsylvania.
Speaker 1: I'm giving you this piece of information because you can
Speaker 1: easily look this fact up. Oh yeah, this shift isn't
Speaker 1: a normal shift because about two nights before I was
Speaker 1: hanging out smoking weed with a now ex friend.
Speaker 2: She must specify.
Speaker 1: I took some home and I smoked more of it
Speaker 1: turns out they gave me bad spice. What's that synthetic
Speaker 1: pot K two?
Speaker 2: They call it? Oh my god, Okay, that's why it's
Speaker 2: next friend.
Speaker 1: Yeah, believe me when I say bad, I mean bad.
Speaker 1: I was messed up for about three days. And then
Speaker 1: in parentheses it says time was a blur and says
Speaker 1: fish bowl vision shakes everything. So this is a real Has.
Speaker 2: This happened to me then? Because I've gotten so fucked
Speaker 2: up on weed that it didn't make any sense.
Speaker 1: Yes, that somebody may have accidentally or whatever you got
Speaker 1: synthetic weed or create there's a weird name for it
Speaker 1: right where you're like, way beyond fucked up.
Speaker 2: I feel like I've.
Speaker 1: Had Okay, Yeah, explains a lot.
Speaker 2: Do you need to call it twice? This is a
Speaker 2: fever dream.
Speaker 1: It's explained how we got here right now exactly? Okay,
Speaker 1: it says. Anyways, being a resilient teenager, I still went
Speaker 1: to work for some reason. Later in the shift, I
Speaker 1: was handing out price charts for a sale and I
Speaker 1: looked down to pick something up, and that's when I
Speaker 1: feel the rumble and hear the screaming. I look up
Speaker 1: and on day two of a three day high, mind you,
Speaker 1: the ground was gone.
Speaker 2: What.
Speaker 1: I look at one of the other potheads that worked
Speaker 1: in the store and I asked, did you see that too?
Speaker 1: He slowly nodded yes. Then the moment was still until
Speaker 1: a riptide of action began. Six cars went down and
Speaker 1: a woman went with them. So basically, a sinkhole while
Speaker 1: you're high, high on a drug that's kept you high
Speaker 1: for days, so you don't know what's real.
Speaker 2: Oh my god.
Speaker 1: She was apparently loading bags into her trunk and the
Speaker 1: ground just gave out.
Speaker 2: Oh honey.
Speaker 1: People outside were able to get her out safely. Yea.
Speaker 1: Everybody in the store just walked out, and I moved
Speaker 1: my car as it was only about ten yards from
Speaker 1: the edge of the sinkle. What yep, operate that view?
Speaker 1: Oh that was sarcasm, And I know what you're thinking,
Speaker 1: and the answer is no. We didn't get to leave
Speaker 1: work early. As my manager put it, the store is
Speaker 1: still standing. Watch hum as my manager slash franchise owner.
Speaker 2: Yeah, exactly.
Speaker 1: This is the time I witnessed a sinkhole open in
Speaker 1: a parking lot while I was stoned out of my mind.
Speaker 1: Thank you for all your time, And if there's a
Speaker 1: lesson to take from this it's to not fuck with
Speaker 1: Mother Earth and legalize recreational cannabis. I disagree, sound like it?
Speaker 1: Uh yours truly, Emily.
Speaker 2: I mean, it's don't smoke synthetic cannabis is the lesson.
Speaker 1: It's illegalized synthetic cannabis, yes and yes, and illegalized fucked
Speaker 1: up friends that would drug you.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, fuck you. Yeah. Okay, it's all coming.
Speaker 2: It's all making sense now. Yeah, I'm doing one of
Speaker 2: those Okay.
Speaker 1: You're remembering exactly who you smoked that pop.
Speaker 2: With us triangulating. Okay, this one is about about getting
Speaker 2: your dad high. You'd figure that out anyway, so I'm
Speaker 2: just going to reach it. Oh mean no, it's a
Speaker 2: spoiler high ladies. First time writer and newbie listener as
Speaker 2: of this year, I recently went to Europe for a
Speaker 2: work trip that extended into vacation, so I was away
Speaker 2: for almost three weeks. Since my dad lives fifteen minutes away,
Speaker 2: I asked him to stop by occasionally to check my mail,
Speaker 2: check on Kevin, not my kiddy, but an orange kitty
Speaker 2: who lives in the garage, and just generally make sure
Speaker 2: my house wasn't going to fall down. While I was
Speaker 2: gone Style. About two weeks into my trip, I got
Speaker 2: the longest text message from my dad. I'm pretty sure
Speaker 2: he has ever typed a little background here. Like many
Speaker 2: boomer parents, my dad is a man of few words
Speaker 2: and is known to very abruptly end phone conversations with
Speaker 2: some sort of variation of well, I'm done talking.
Speaker 1: I respect that a lot.
Speaker 2: My brother and I have even taken to sharing our
Speaker 2: call logs to see who can have the longer conversation
Speaker 2: with him. Anything past ten minutes is a miracle. Back
Speaker 2: to the text I received, it was a book about
Speaker 2: how he had spent some time at my house the
Speaker 2: previous day, and while he was there, he did the
Speaker 2: following things. Checked my mail, but then noticed my mailbox
Speaker 2: was a bit wobbly, so he made a plan for repair.
Speaker 2: Watched a Netflix movie while eating leftover food in my fridge.
Speaker 2: Noticed my car's registration sticker was on the couch and
Speaker 2: not on my car, so he fixed that problem, set
Speaker 2: the clocks on my microwave an oven, made sure Kevin
Speaker 2: had food and water. God Dad, Yeah, besides finding this
Speaker 2: text a little out of the ordinary, I didn't think
Speaker 2: much about it. He's a dad, and actions are his
Speaker 2: love language, so I thought he was just enjoying being
Speaker 2: at my house. That is until I came home and
Speaker 2: saw the remnants of two THCHC containing strawberry lemonade drinks
Speaker 2: in my recycled bin that definitely were not there before.
Speaker 2: As a former hippie, my dad isn't unfamiliar with partaking
Speaker 2: in certain recreational habits, but we haven't exactly discussed what
Speaker 2: those habits are with one another. Such a dad thing.
Speaker 2: I have so many questions and very few answers now,
Speaker 2: though no wonder he ate all my snacks and zoned
Speaker 2: out out in the living room. Had paranoia kicked in
Speaker 2: when he realized he didn't know what time it was.
Speaker 2: Did I get the strain of thch that made him
Speaker 2: super productive? And DELI had twice the suggested serving size.
Speaker 2: I'll see him here in a couple of weeks, and
Speaker 2: I'm still considering my approach. Do I ask him directly
Speaker 2: if you knew what he drank? Or do I ask
Speaker 2: a series of leading questions to try to discern how
Speaker 2: high he actually was. The latter part sounds more fun
Speaker 2: at least. Thanks for all you ladies. Do you make
Speaker 2: my Monday, Wednesday, and Friday drives to work quite enjoyable.
Speaker 2: I'll be working on breaking that top ten percent next year.
Speaker 2: Stay sexy and keep hiding your weed from your parents.
Speaker 2: Even as a thirty eight year old Emily.
Speaker 1: Wait, So Emily's saying that those weren't her pot drinks.
Speaker 2: It sounds like they were. Oh they were. Yeah, they
Speaker 2: were in her fridge and her dad went in a
Speaker 2: fridge to like.
Speaker 1: Get she was saying they weren't in the garbage before
Speaker 1: she left, right, Oh got It got her because I
Speaker 1: was like, is he did he just come to the
Speaker 1: house and sneak his own weed drinks? But he thought
Speaker 1: he was having a nice soda.
Speaker 2: I think, so, oh shit, I know I was. I'm
Speaker 2: talking about. Yeah, they weren't the recycling, but they were
Speaker 2: in the fridge.
Speaker 1: I mean, all of those pieces. It's so funny. Whereas
Speaker 1: like he sat and watched a Netflix movie in eight Leftovers.
Speaker 2: Yeah, sir, and then did the weirdest thing, which is
Speaker 2: text her the longest fucking text message about everything he did,
Speaker 2: which is like.
Speaker 1: Here's what I'm doing. But also, if you were super
Speaker 1: high and you didn't understand why it would feel really
Speaker 1: good to be like, hey, Georgia, Yeah, I'm I'm just
Speaker 1: sitting here and everything's normal and petting the dogs a
Speaker 1: little bit. I'm watching a movie. I'm mighty some popcorn. Yeah,
Speaker 1: and then you you answering me, would be like, and
Speaker 1: you're still on.
Speaker 2: Earth right and everything is still fine.
Speaker 1: You're fine it I think that's it. God, that went fast.
Speaker 1: That was delight Yeah.
Speaker 2: Please send those and maybe we'll do another high one
Speaker 2: just for the fun of it. It doesn't have to
Speaker 2: be four twenty to celebrate all your fucked up stories
Speaker 2: about getting high.
Speaker 1: And you don't have to take your clothes off to
Speaker 1: have a good time. So don't feel pressured about this
Speaker 1: episode that you're supposed to like drugs. You're not supposed.
Speaker 2: To drugs now. We highly recommend you don't know like them.
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