Speaker 1: Hello, and welcome to my favorite Murder the minisode.
Speaker 2: We read you your stories and what and have summertime fun.
Speaker 1: Yay, you go with it.
Speaker 2: That really got serious for a second. Okay, that's a
Speaker 2: good way to kick this off.
Speaker 3: Yeah.
Speaker 2: Uh. The subject line of this email is the war pig.
Speaker 2: I grew up on a farm. We just get right
Speaker 2: into it. There's not even a hello.
Speaker 1: Good.
Speaker 2: I grew up on a farm in rural North Georgia.
Speaker 2: I think big pasture is broken up by dense forests
Speaker 2: of pine trees.
Speaker 1: Well.
Speaker 2: During the summer and after school, most days, my eight
Speaker 2: cousins and I would be kept by my sweet grandmother, who,
Speaker 2: instead of having eight elementary school children in her house
Speaker 2: from two thirty to eight pm, would kick us out
Speaker 2: to play outside. Now this was in the early two thousands,
Speaker 2: so she could have just plopped us in front of
Speaker 2: the TV with some SpongeBob and a popsicle and called
Speaker 2: it a day. But were glad she didn't let us
Speaker 2: rod our brains instead, Yeah, because she didn't wit in
Speaker 2: the house. Instead, we would go play outside in the
Speaker 2: woods and the cow pastures until the sun went down.
Speaker 2: And boy do I have stories about being chased by bulls,
Speaker 2: physically attacked by a black swan and falling into literal
Speaker 2: quicksand of cowshit. Because she couldn't keep a close eye
Speaker 2: on us, she called in the help of the wear Pig.
Speaker 2: The wear Pig was a werewolf like pig that lived
Speaker 2: in the woods and would watch us to make sure
Speaker 2: that we were being good, and if we were bad,
Speaker 2: would eat us just like he did.
Speaker 1: The neighbor kid.
Speaker 3: A threat with an imaginary like beast crypto, Yeah, kryptoid
Speaker 3: that's killed before, that's killed children before.
Speaker 2: And then it says, this might sound bad, but what's
Speaker 2: worse is all of our parents, my five uncles, and
Speaker 2: my dad adopted the wear Pig to do their the
Speaker 2: whole family. When we were in our early teens, one
Speaker 2: of my uncles actually dressed up like the wear Pig
Speaker 2: and scared the shit out.
Speaker 1: Of us while we were playing flashlight tag in the wood.
Speaker 1: Oh the bit. I would pay a lot for that video.
Speaker 1: The screaming, the sharp.
Speaker 2: Screaming, then the crying, and then the oh come on, Yeah,
Speaker 2: it was after thanks after Thanksgiving. Needless to say, we
Speaker 2: were all traumatized by the wear Pig and kept a
Speaker 2: close eye on the woods years later, we were all
Speaker 2: joking at a family dinner and found out that our
Speaker 2: grandmother and our parents had a family meeting to discuss
Speaker 2: what to do about our behavior when we were kids.
Speaker 1: Thus the wear Pig was born. That's how bad they were.
Speaker 2: It's like a cult kind of here's the agreed lie
Speaker 2: tell the children.
Speaker 1: I think the movie Hereditary is based on that. It's
Speaker 1: a real, by any means necessary way of raising children.
Speaker 1: It sounds like it works.
Speaker 2: I think so and says stay sexy and watch out
Speaker 2: for the wear Pig, Maddie. So it's a pig that's
Speaker 2: watching you. Yeah, that's pretty creep.
Speaker 3: And kills children. Most importantly, eat some ride up kills children.
Speaker 2: Yeah, did you like your bacon lack yesterday morning at breakfast? Well,
Speaker 2: now I'm here to eat you revenge.
Speaker 1: Okay.
Speaker 3: Years later, my confession. It's cold, it's very funny. Um,
Speaker 3: and then I have to do this what sad dudes
Speaker 3: and dudets. First off, thank you both for everything you do.
Speaker 3: You've been my comfort podcast since the summer of twenty sixteen,
Speaker 3: when I was fifteen. Wow.
Speaker 1: Now for my confession.
Speaker 3: In twenty eighteen, when I was seventeen, my grandmother passed
Speaker 3: away due to the long term effects of smoking.
Speaker 1: That detail becomes important later.
Speaker 3: Our entire family gathered at her retirement community to celebrate
Speaker 3: her life. There were so many friends there, which honestly
Speaker 3: surprised me because let's just say, Grandma wasn't exactly known
Speaker 3: for her warm and fuzzy personality, not with kids at least.
Speaker 3: After the celebration, the immediate family went back to her
Speaker 3: apartment to pack up her belongings. While my mom was cleaning,
Speaker 3: she suddenly held something up off the floor.
Speaker 1: What's this My vape?
Speaker 3: That shouldn't say it, but it's her vape, the same
Speaker 3: vape I'd gotten caught with about a month earlier. Apparently
Speaker 3: I dropped it during one of my visits. Immediately my
Speaker 3: brain went into survival mode. Without missing a beat, I gasped,
Speaker 3: Grandma vaped. The room erupted no way, Seriously, I had
Speaker 3: no idea. While everyone was busy processing this shocking revelation,
Speaker 3: I realized I had one chance to save myself. If
Speaker 3: Grandma owned a vape, she'd probably have a charge or two.
Speaker 3: I casually walked over to my backpack, pulled out my
Speaker 3: vape charger, slipped it into my pocket. Waited for everyone
Speaker 3: to get distracted again, and quietly tucked it into her
Speaker 3: nightstand drawer.
Speaker 1: Evil, like doubling down on evil, just being like, well,
Speaker 1: I have to, I really have to send them home.
Speaker 3: Yeah. It was like someone's gonna say, as if anyone
Speaker 3: who doesn't have a vape knows that you have to
Speaker 3: charge it, it's your grandmother.
Speaker 1: She Oh, yeah, she smoked. She likes sweet apple.
Speaker 3: No, No, like she smoked cigarette and she wasn't particularly
Speaker 3: warm and fuzzy.
Speaker 2: Yeah, that's true, but vaping is like a step beyond.
Speaker 2: She's not a fucking kid on the corner with a
Speaker 2: very small BMX bike.
Speaker 3: No, tucked in her night's said drawer. Mission accomplished. A
Speaker 3: few hours later, my dad up in the drawer. Guys,
Speaker 3: I found the charger, hooked line sinker. She's seventeen, okay,
Speaker 3: which is like what you're supposed to do when're seventeen.
Speaker 1: No, that's fine.
Speaker 3: My mom found the rest of the weekend telling everyone
Speaker 3: that apparently Grandma had secretly switched from cigarettes to vaping.
Speaker 1: Gossip.
Speaker 3: Meanwhile, I stood there nodding along like I was hearing
Speaker 3: this groundbreaking information for the first time.
Speaker 1: What a little shit does a little shit. Can you
Speaker 1: believe it? But I love it.
Speaker 3: Unfortunately, my parents threw both the vape and charger into
Speaker 3: the apartment dumpster, which meant I had to recover the evidence.
Speaker 1: This could have ended here.
Speaker 3: Yes, that night, I put on my best gloves, fashioned
Speaker 3: a trash bag into what can only be described as
Speaker 3: a dumpster diving poncho, and climbed into the dumpster to
Speaker 3: rescue my vape. I still have it. It's been sitting
Speaker 3: on my nightstand for the past seven years as a
Speaker 3: trophy commemorating the greatest cover up of my teenage years.
Speaker 1: So it went down like people just believed that.
Speaker 3: And that's I'm twenty five now, and as far as
Speaker 3: I know, no one has ever figured it out.
Speaker 1: Hi's see. But I mean then it's almost worse.
Speaker 3: It's like she has to play this for them. Yeah, oh,
Speaker 3: it's ze. Sorry, he has to play this for them?
Speaker 3: I mean, hell, but so good, It's so good. Every
Speaker 3: now and then, when my family is all together, I'll
Speaker 3: casually say, remember when we found out Grandma vapes? Everyone nods,
Speaker 3: I smile, and absolutely no one suspects a thing. I'd
Speaker 3: like to think my grandmother would have appreciated the commitment
Speaker 3: to the bit she had a mischievous streak herself. Stay
Speaker 3: sexy and don't or do frame your dad grandmother, Zeth.
Speaker 1: He I love that story so good.
Speaker 2: I also love the idea that maybe he's suggesting that
Speaker 2: his grandma would.
Speaker 1: Have bought into the like Oh, it's fine town, whatever
Speaker 1: you want, Yeah, yeah, oh yep, that's my babe, that's
Speaker 1: my vape. No one else did it, and my chargers
Speaker 1: in the door, Zeth.
Speaker 3: You have to play this for your family, like at Christmas.
Speaker 3: Gather everyone around, everyone around. We'll edit out all the
Speaker 3: focs in this and such so you can do it
Speaker 3: at a holiday. Okay, here's my next one.
Speaker 2: The subject line is I dated a con artist and
Speaker 2: it says hello, beautiful people. I was recently talking to
Speaker 2: a couple of friends and a story I had repressed
Speaker 2: for a while came up, and I thought, what better
Speaker 2: way to deal with this than to write into a
Speaker 2: murder podcast. When I was about nineteen, i'd recently come
Speaker 2: out of a serious relationship and was pretty naive in
Speaker 2: the way the world worked. And that's when I met Brad.
Speaker 2: He was a very charismatic person, well dressed, full of
Speaker 2: great stories, Hubris, and he was the king of flattery.
Speaker 2: He was also a doctor working at a hospital nearby
Speaker 2: as a surgeon, and we'd often meet after his work,
Speaker 2: with him still wearing his medical scrubs. Overall, I really
Speaker 2: liked the guy. You can get scrubs at CVS. Everybody
Speaker 2: looking back through a couple warning signs that didn't add up,
Speaker 2: like him living in a tiny house with a roommate
Speaker 2: he constantly complained about even though he was on a
Speaker 2: surgeon's salary and should easily be able to move out,
Speaker 2: Or that he changed his luxury car every couple of
Speaker 2: weeks without ever worrying about parking fines. I found out
Speaker 2: a few months into the relationship why this was when
Speaker 2: I was awoken at his place one Saturday morning with
Speaker 2: very loud knocks at the door.
Speaker 1: It was a police raid.
Speaker 2: I had absolutely no idea what was happening when they
Speaker 2: took brad away and handcuffs, along with laptops, electronics and documents.
Speaker 2: As much as I begged the police, they wouldn't tell
Speaker 2: me anything for privacy reasons. After putting all my detective
Speaker 2: hat and doing some digging, I realized he wasn't a surgeon.
Speaker 2: He wasn't even working at the hospital. The man I'd
Speaker 2: been dating for months was a con man. His mo
Speaker 2: was to meet people selling their cars online, dressed as
Speaker 2: a surgeon.
Speaker 1: Give them a ship.
Speaker 2: Sorry, it's so good when there's costumes, it's like, yeah,
Speaker 2: sell it, you gotta sell it. Yeah, anything to make
Speaker 2: trick people into trusting him. Yeah, give them a check
Speaker 2: or false proof of payment transfer, and then take their car.
Speaker 2: He would then sell or swap his the latest vehicle
Speaker 2: and continue on his way. His charisma would allow him
Speaker 2: to trick others into handing him large amounts of cash
Speaker 2: that they would never see again. He was eventually let
Speaker 2: out on bail and fled across the country, where he
Speaker 2: did similar things to many others before being caught and
Speaker 2: sent to prison for a few years. I wanted to
Speaker 2: just let everyone listening know that this kind of thing
Speaker 2: can happen to anyone, and then it doesn't make you
Speaker 2: stupid or worth less than anyone else. These people are
Speaker 2: good at what they do, and we can just be
Speaker 2: more aware and put our stories out there in the
Speaker 2: hope that it can help others. Thank you for all
Speaker 2: you do and keeping me sane during trying times, stay
Speaker 2: sexy and be wary of surgeons.
Speaker 3: Callum, be weary of overly flattering people. Like as much
Speaker 3: as I wish Fince would tell me how great I
Speaker 3: look every time I dress up, which I have to
Speaker 3: remind him to do. If you did it, I wouldn't
Speaker 3: believe him, right, Like, what's wrong? Why are you doing that?
Speaker 1: You're like, stop it? What did you do? Yes?
Speaker 2: The flattery, And I think the kind of like it's
Speaker 2: one thing to show up in scrubs because you're just
Speaker 2: like a surgeon that's working your ass off. But then
Speaker 2: it's like the cars, it's like the levels. I feel
Speaker 2: like a lot of time scammers don't know when to
Speaker 2: stop rite. They don't keep it real.
Speaker 3: Yeah, like surgeons let us know, like do you wear
Speaker 3: your scrubs like on your way home?
Speaker 2: Do you love to just meet people at a wine
Speaker 2: bar in scrubs just to see if people will love it?
Speaker 3: It's kind of gross, like the amount of like a
Speaker 3: biohazard issue old blood.
Speaker 1: Yeah, pussy.
Speaker 2: If you're a if you're a medical student or a surgeon,
Speaker 2: and you can tell us about bloody scrub stories, Yeah.
Speaker 1: Tell us your best scrub story, tell us.
Speaker 2: Your I told you I know, I've told you this
Speaker 2: is like a twenty sixteen pat story. Yeah, driving to
Speaker 2: work in her way heights, car accident in front of
Speaker 2: her on the one on one. Yes, she goes and
Speaker 2: leans on the thing, and so she gets blood on
Speaker 2: the front because she's talking to the guy who has
Speaker 2: a glass in his forehead.
Speaker 1: Huh.
Speaker 2: And then she turns to walk back to her car
Speaker 2: with blood on her whites and then a friend of
Speaker 2: ours from Pedalumho drives by and thinks it's my mom
Speaker 2: wondering on the side of the broad Just.
Speaker 3: A total shit show. So that's the story. Karings gave
Speaker 3: you a great example.
Speaker 1: If you can't beat that, then stay home.
Speaker 3: Okay, last episode we had a bunch of good scammer
Speaker 3: stories and there were so many leftover that I these
Speaker 3: are We.
Speaker 1: Just love that so much. We're so good.
Speaker 2: Please send in yours, especially I am enjoying the take
Speaker 2: home part of this happened to me.
Speaker 1: Don't let it happen to you that and also I
Speaker 1: was the scammer. Those are great, especially if you were
Speaker 1: like seven years old. Totally exactly.
Speaker 3: So, okay, this is called scammer fangirl summer. And this
Speaker 3: sounds like it would have happened to me when I
Speaker 3: was nineteen, so I love it.
Speaker 1: Hello, Wonderful Ladies and crew.
Speaker 3: I listened to the Anna delve episode and heard you
Speaker 3: asking for more scammer stories, so I figured i'd share mine.
Speaker 3: Back in twenty fourteen, a young adult me was a
Speaker 3: huge fan of a pop rock boy band that was
Speaker 3: starting to get pretty.
Speaker 1: Big and then no name.
Speaker 2: We have to know, don't be ashamed of loving who
Speaker 2: could have it?
Speaker 1: On twenty fourteen, I wasn't. I don't fucking know a
Speaker 1: boy band in twenty fourteen, it's got to be a
Speaker 1: K pop band?
Speaker 2: Oh maybe yeah? Were there any I don't know? I
Speaker 2: mean just continuing to love one direction through chill twenty fourteen.
Speaker 1: Could be ye.
Speaker 3: None of my friends were into them, so I often
Speaker 3: went to concerts alone and made friends there, which I love.
Speaker 3: How I know one girl, let's call her Abby, and
Speaker 3: I quickly became close. Abby suggested we follow the band's
Speaker 3: twenty fifteen summer tour through Vegas, San Diego, and La.
Speaker 3: The deal was that she'd pay for the flights and
Speaker 3: I'd cover the hotels. The catch she lived in the
Speaker 3: middle of nowhere, so I had to take a five
Speaker 3: hour bus ride to her hometown and fly out with her.
Speaker 3: No already sketch incorrect. The first half of the trip
Speaker 3: was great. The second half is when I started noticing
Speaker 3: Abby's scammer tendencies. She claimed she had lost her only
Speaker 3: debit cards, so I supposedly needed to cover all our
Speaker 3: food and gas expenses. That story fell apart when I
Speaker 3: caught her using the card to buy a drink. She
Speaker 3: also showed her crazy side by getting obscenely drunk at
Speaker 3: one of the concerts and started hysterically sobbing that the
Speaker 3: drummer might be dating a model. Then, on the last
Speaker 3: day of the trip, she informed me that she couldn't
Speaker 3: drive me home from the tiny airport we'd fly back into.
Speaker 3: There were no buses available for two days back to
Speaker 3: my home city, so she was stuck in the small
Speaker 3: town with Abby. Still Fuck yeah, young inexperienced broke from
Speaker 3: the trip and panicking, I called my dad from our
Speaker 3: Detroit layover. He booked me a separate flight home from there.
Speaker 3: The problem was that my checked luggage would continue to
Speaker 3: Abby's airport. Abby happily offered to pick up my bag
Speaker 3: and ship it to me. The vibes were terrible, but
Speaker 3: I didn't have another option when you just want to
Speaker 3: be home from a trip.
Speaker 2: But also, can't the option be that you just have
Speaker 2: the airline do it for you and just like no
Speaker 2: one else has.
Speaker 1: To touch it?
Speaker 3: I think not when you're a kid, you know, can't
Speaker 3: we go back and fix this luggage issue.
Speaker 1: Once we got out? Gets worse.
Speaker 3: Once we got home, Abby claimed my luggage had been
Speaker 3: lost and even gave me a baggage claim number. When
Speaker 3: I checked with it exactly when I checked with the airline,
Speaker 3: the claim didn't exist. Airport security and the police got involved,
Speaker 3: which is so surprising, And sure enough, surveillance footage showed
Speaker 3: Abby taking my suitcase. She doubled down and claimed she
Speaker 3: thought it was my bag, then said it turned out
Speaker 3: not to be and brought it back.
Speaker 1: She did not.
Speaker 3: Airport security zoomed in on the footage, and my name
Speaker 3: tag was clearly visible the entire time.
Speaker 2: It's the airport's yeah, right, You're not sneaking in and
Speaker 2: sneaking out and doing your own thing. No.
Speaker 3: The police told Abby that if she returned everything to
Speaker 3: the airport, no charges would be filed. About a week later,
Speaker 3: I finally got my luggage back, minus a bag I'd
Speaker 3: bought in LA. At that point, I was willing to
Speaker 3: eat the hundred dollars loss just to be done with her.
Speaker 3: Then Abby blocked me and all my friends on social media.
Speaker 1: That's how you do it.
Speaker 3: When I started warning other fans online, my dms filled
Speaker 3: up with stories from girls she'd scammed. Once said Abby
Speaker 3: took her for over one thousand dollars for concert tickets
Speaker 3: that never existed. The worst was a girl who had
Speaker 3: originally planned to go with us on the tour. She
Speaker 3: gave Abby seven hundred dollars for the trip, then backed out.
Speaker 3: Abby kept the money that seven hundred dollars it paid
Speaker 3: for both of our flights. Imagine my guilt when I
Speaker 3: realized I spent the entire trip on that poor girl's dime.
Speaker 3: Fast forward to twenty twenty two, I discovered Abby had
Speaker 3: become a fangirl of another boy band. She was now
Speaker 3: selling counterfeit merch. Still going scammer strong Wow. Anyway, stay
Speaker 3: sexy and don't go on trips with crazy de lulu fangirls,
Speaker 3: especially the ones who genuinely believe they're going to date
Speaker 3: the drummer.
Speaker 2: Anonymous it's so embarrassing to think because when you're drunk,
Speaker 2: that stuff comes out when you start crying, and you're
Speaker 2: just like, have you ever done that? You're so shift
Speaker 2: as you come to and you're like, what am I
Speaker 2: crying about?
Speaker 1: Right now? This is really weird? Yeah, And it's like
Speaker 1: because the drummer drummer right now where I met is
Speaker 1: dating a model.
Speaker 2: All right, see, uh this is this is kind of random.
Speaker 1: But I just really loved it. Okay, I won't read
Speaker 1: to the subject line.
Speaker 2: It says, hello, picture it nineteen eighty seven, downtown Salem, Oregon.
Speaker 2: The drive through Divorce is open and the sweet chemical
Speaker 2: smell of Salon perms is.
Speaker 1: In the air.
Speaker 2: I am one year old, writing in my stroller for
Speaker 2: another day of errands with my mom and preteen sisters.
Speaker 2: We enter Nordstrums. Are we here to braws? Cool clothes
Speaker 2: at the brass Plum? No, the brass Plum. I spent
Speaker 2: so much time there. No. We turn to the children's
Speaker 2: shoes section across the aisle. Before you know it, I'm
Speaker 2: on my feet with a collection of toddlers and a
Speaker 2: path has been cleared.
Speaker 1: A bell rings.
Speaker 2: My family is cheering me on and I run as
Speaker 2: fast as my little chubby legs will go. What could
Speaker 2: possibly be happening right now? A baby race at the mall? Yes, racially, yeah.
Speaker 1: I would fucking I would put money down on that one.
Speaker 2: And then it says one that I most definitely did
Speaker 2: not sign up for. That's right, there's no consent. No,
Speaker 2: as luck would have it, I won. I left those
Speaker 2: other babies in my wake, and was awarded a bright
Speaker 2: white pair of Wii box Ah. And then it says
Speaker 2: you read that correctly. This concludes my one and only
Speaker 2: athletic achievement to date. In subsequent years, I found my
Speaker 2: true calling coloring contests. I didn't have an allowance, so
Speaker 2: I entered them all winning cookies, gift certificates, one hamster, Wow,
Speaker 2: and my first real bike. Stay Sexy and collect prizes, Leslie,
Speaker 2: I know I love it.
Speaker 1: PS.
Speaker 2: One day I will find an email my second grade
Speaker 2: essay response to what's your favorite movie? Mine was The Fugitive.
Speaker 2: I watched it with my parents. I was eight.
Speaker 3: But Karen's right, it is a perfect movie. Okay, I'll
Speaker 3: watch it. Please send us your contest winning stories. As
Speaker 3: a child, as her mom like obsessed with sending in
Speaker 3: the you know, there's like I love those people who
Speaker 3: just win contests, because that's all they fucking do with
Speaker 3: their free time, is like enter contests.
Speaker 2: Or like did you win your school Yeah, regional spelling bee, and.
Speaker 1: You're like, mall modeling contest. Anything. We want to know.
Speaker 1: Love those I want to hear them. Okay, one more.
Speaker 3: Okay, this is basically a trash child story. I was
Speaker 3: a child extortionist. Hey team, So I was about eight
Speaker 3: years old. My aunt was having a house party, and
Speaker 3: none of the attendees, including my mother, bothered to get
Speaker 3: a babysitter. Of course not, there's so many adults there.
Speaker 3: I pay for a fucking another adult to be there.
Speaker 1: Sorry, in the eighties, nineties, the nineties.
Speaker 3: So in classic nineties fashion, they sent me and three
Speaker 3: other children, including my little cousin, to the playroom, declaring
Speaker 3: that I was the oldest and therefore in charge.
Speaker 1: She's eight.
Speaker 3: Yeah, I was the high Queen of benevolent Ruler and
Speaker 3: they were all welcome for being in my cool, big
Speaker 3: kid presence. I led multiple expedition to spy on the
Speaker 3: adults before we were chased back into the playroom, and
Speaker 3: finally we were told that if we didn't stay upstairs,
Speaker 3: we'd have to go to bed early. That was their
Speaker 3: ultimate mistake. They let us stay awake. Also, what were
Speaker 3: they doing down there? Fucking have an adult adult time?
Speaker 3: Shit man, whatever it is smoking indoors, bitch. And yeah,
Speaker 3: there were two bathrooms, one that was only accessible by
Speaker 3: walking through my aunt and uncle's bedroom and one at
Speaker 3: the top of the stairs. My six year old cousin
Speaker 3: and I worked out that only family would use the
Speaker 3: downstairs bathroom, and therefore they were unlikely to see what
Speaker 3: we were doing in front of the other. We locked
Speaker 3: arms and formed a child blockade at the top of
Speaker 3: the stairs, then waited until all the drunk adults at
Speaker 3: the party started stumbling up the stairs to try to
Speaker 3: use the bathroom. They were basically met with the tiniest
Speaker 3: mob bosses this side of upstate New York. At first,
Speaker 3: we accepted quarters for bathroom entry, but then one of
Speaker 3: the adults negotiated four bathroom trips for a whole dollar.
Speaker 3: So I'm drunk, fucking dudes, like listen, I don't want
Speaker 3: it to keep giving you guys quarters.
Speaker 1: I'm by myself the night.
Speaker 3: Yeah, work got around, but not to our parents and
Speaker 3: a very sweaty twenty something climbed the stairs slowly holding
Speaker 3: out of twenty dollars for full access all night.
Speaker 1: We were in business. Yeah.
Speaker 3: The party went late and the other two kids went
Speaker 3: home with their parents, so it was just my little
Speaker 3: cousin and I.
Speaker 1: Half asleep at the top of the stairs.
Speaker 3: When our parents found out how we had been spending
Speaker 3: the evening, my aunt had her friend, who had worked
Speaker 3: out the fore trip deal with us, demand that we
Speaker 3: give his dollar back.
Speaker 1: Fuck that shit, no bear, its weird.
Speaker 3: We did, but I guess no one else snitched because
Speaker 3: we walked.
Speaker 1: Away with twenty forty five dollars that night. Jesus.
Speaker 3: We had told some of the folks we scammed that
Speaker 3: we were donating the money to an animal shelter, and
Speaker 3: after a couple of days of secret candy, we felt
Speaker 3: guilty enough that we put the rest, about twenty five
Speaker 3: dollars in the jar at our downtown aspca h love
Speaker 3: everything you do. Stay sexy and don't just leave your
Speaker 3: kids to be supervised by an eight year old at
Speaker 3: a house party, or do and watch them become the
Speaker 3: mob kate with a.
Speaker 2: Sea The amount of times we got locked into another
Speaker 2: room and then started to play a game that was
Speaker 2: like basically like climbed the shelves or whatever, like a dangerous,
Speaker 2: insane game that when the adults would be.
Speaker 3: What the hell's going on, you left them alone like
Speaker 3: that's the other like this isn't on the kids.
Speaker 2: Yes, we had at the Anton Giovanni's. There was one
Speaker 2: time where we they ran along the tops of the
Speaker 2: of the couches this amazing huge leather sectional and it
Speaker 2: was like all the kids running to go faster.
Speaker 1: You're gonna fall, Oh my god. It was the most funny.
Speaker 1: Of course, cracked skull, yes right there.
Speaker 2: It's like coffee tables everywhere and ship you can fall
Speaker 2: down on and.
Speaker 1: Just like and we're all running as food. So you
Speaker 1: think you could win today, Yeah, you could win.
Speaker 2: You have to really keep your your knees up because
Speaker 2: the cushion part is different than.
Speaker 3: The like righte and just keep going and just keep
Speaker 3: and look up, don't look down, keep up and just
Speaker 3: stay positive. Yeah, and that's what we want you to do.
Speaker 1: Ban call it. Tell us the insane games.
Speaker 3: You played as a kid, and keep stay pot, keep
Speaker 3: your knees up, and stay positive and stay sex and
Speaker 3: don't get murdered Geybye, Elvis, Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 4: This has been an exactly right production.
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