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Hey weirdos, I'm Ash. And I'm Alayna. And this is another episode of Quarantined Morbid.
🎵 🎵 quarantined morbid and we're officially quarantined separately.
I can't even begin to express how sad that makes me.
It really is. It's a sad, sad state of affairs. i'm not kidding you i sent elena a picture of me crying last night she legitimately did Because one of my nieces like flipped the fuck out when I was ready to go.
Yeah, she was not happy. They've been asking for Titi all day.
They were like, I want to go with Titi. Please don't leave.
And I was like, oh, my God. I was like, we love you too, you know, guys.
It's fun. And they were like, you come with us too.
We can all go to Annie's. We can all go to Annie's.
I know. This is so weird. So now we're officially quarantined separately.
So we're recording separately. We're doing our...
Due diligence. Yes. And we're not, because normally Ash could just go back and forth between Annie's house and my house, but we're being smart COVID people. people yes and she did half her quarantine with us and now she's left until the end of this thing I know I was like going to say like half my quarantine with you and then half here.
But I'm like, is it going to be half here or is it going to be long?
Let's hope this thing just wraps up. Yeah.
Let's wrap it up really quick. Let's wrap it up, everybody.
I'm kind of sick of this shit. All right.
Well, speaking of wrapping things up, I think we should probably we do have a couple of announcements.
Yes. So let's go through our shows. A couple of things have changed.
Yes, because of COVID. It is because of COVID.
So I'm going to start with Philly. Philly is going to be at the Punchline Comedy Club and that's going to be August 11th.
August 11th, the Liberty Bell. The Liberty Bell.
Woo! September 16th, Washington, D.C. at the D.C.
Improv. September monuments all up in my business.
September 23rd is going to be Nashville and that's going to be at Zany's.
That's going to be two shows. an early show and a late show see nashville we're coming for you just a little later yeah it's all in the spooky season guys this is this is kind of kismet i do love that Yeah, the silver lining.
Wait, I said September 23rd, right? Sure did.
Okay, good. That was correct. Okay, good.
You said spooky season and I was like, fuck, did I say October?
Well, like September is like spooky season to me.
Yeah, I like to refer to it as pre-October.
Exactly. Okay, so then Huntsville, Alabama is going to be September 24th at Stand Up Live.
Alabama, Roll Tide, War Eagle. Yes. So we're going to back it up to June.
And hopefully these two are still going to happen.
But I'm going to be real. let's be real they're probably going to get rescheduled but as of now they have not so for the sake of a good time we'll see you on June 2nd At the Good Nights Comedy Club in Raleigh, North Carolina.
Raleigh! We're probably not going to see you in June, but...
Hey, who knows? Here's to hoping that COVID's just long gone.
Yeah. And then June 3rd, the next day at the Comedy Zone in Charlotte, North Carolina.
Charlotte, hope to see you too, but probably going to get pushed out too.
Yes. Well, here is one that did get pushed out.
Now the Chicago shows have both been rescheduled to October 11th. yes october 11th so i see you you had tickets to the chicago show i believe those are being honored yes Yes.
Okay. So if you have tickets now, you still have those tickets.
The date is just different. October 11th now for both shows.
Awesome. And I think you can go online and see like the times and everything.
Yeah. Cool. And that's going to be cool because that's a really spooky venue.
And now we are smack. dabity dab right in the middle of spooky season for that yes and i'm so again silver linings everywhere and more time to get fancy pants Yeah, guys, we're taking this time to make shit real real.
We have a lot of plans. We have lots of plans.
So this is all going to be fine. We're all doing fine.
Everybody, you know what? I see you. You're washing your hands.
I see it. Yeah, I'm washing my hands so hard that they're like actually bleeding.
So that's good. We're all wearing face masks and gloves and washing our hands and social distancing.
Let's all just continue to do that. Maybe just start, please.
Yeah. Start now because we'd love to be done with this bullshit.
Okay. Well, two more shows to announce. Hopefully this one's going to happen.
I think we're going to be there. July 8th, The Comedy Works South in Greenwood Village, Colorado.
I feel like we'll be there, Colorado. I really do.
Yeah, I think so for sure. Either way, we'll see you.
Yeah. We'll see you when we see you. Yeah, we'll see you when we see you.
And just stay tuned on like our social media and on our website.
I'll update everything. So you'll be interested in all the issues.
Hot with the updates. The hot goss. And then last show, which I really hope happens because it's near and dear to our heart.
And that is July. I close the thing. July 11th at the Wilba.
The Wilba. We want to see you. We want Emily Walsh to keep you laughing.
We do. We just want to do it. It's going to happen.
Everybody just put it into the universe that by July we're going to be so far out of this COVID bullshit that we're all just going to be... dancing around yeah exactly i was trying to think of something i was too but i couldn't think of it i'll still be elbow bumping everybody for years to come Exactly.
Somebody's going to sneeze and I'm going to be like, no, no.
I know I was already like a germaphobe before this.
So I feel just like right in my comfort zone with all this.
I'm like, yeah. Yeah, everybody wash your hands 45 times a day.
Like me. I mean, I washed my hands like a civilized human being.
But I definitely wasn't a germaphobe. And now I think I've changed for good.
I think a lot of people are going to be changed out of this whole thing.
I'm changed. But I'm changed. Speaking of change, we had to push our very special episode out a week.
I know we mentioned it last week. uh just like some stuff came up and it wasn't going to work out really well so that's going to be happening next week now but we got a very exciting week next week Yeah, we are like chock full of life next week.
Starting on Monday, we're going to be doing one cool thing and you're going to get that pretty early in the week.
And then another really cool thing is happening in the middle of the week.
And then back to just your regular level of cool with just Ashley. which is still pretty fucking cool if i do say so myself if i say so myself be real But tonight's episode is a listener tales episode.
And we love to see it. We do. We just love it.
I feel like listener tales are like just they're light hearted.
They're warm and fuzzy, even when they're about murder or like straight up diamonds.
They're warm and fuzzy and they just make us all feel good during times that are so uncertain.
Exactly. All right. So should we start? Let's start this shit.
Okay. Let's do it. So this first one is going to be a long one, but the person that sent in this listener tale... put so much effort in.
They first of all made a PDF that they shared with us.
Which I love. I love a PDF. Yeah, made it look like a storybook with like curls, empty font and like pictures on the sidebars.
And that kind of shit is like so above and beyond and amazing.
It doesn't. It does not go unnoticed. Because we looked at that and I was like, this is amazing.
Whatever this is, it's amazing. Yeah. OK, so I'm going to start off.
This one's called Listener Tale. The murder of my friend, Tracy Lynn Ballard or Ballard.
Sorry. I'm a huge fan. It says, hey, ladies, I'm a huge fan and would be honored to hear this on a listener tale episode.
You can use my name and edit if you want to.
This tail is a big old bitch. I attached my tail as a PDF file.
Technology is a beast. Let me know if you have any trouble or... opening or viewing.
Thank you guys. I'll leave the rest to the tale.
So first of all, check this out. Like look over the Zoom meeting we're having.
I know. It's crazy. It's beautiful. I can't really see.
Oh, I could see it when you turned it. Oh, good.
Okay. So it says... Hey weirdos, please do use my name because if my story makes the cut, I'm going to show this episode to everyone I ever fucking met and I don't want to have to try to convince everybody that I'm the anonymous person. who wrote in such a boisterous tale.
Yes. So hello. I'm Allie Reese. I'm a 37-year-old gay dude who grew up in a real shit-kicking backwoods Texas town.
I came out of the closet to God and everybody when I was 13 and in the 8th grade.
I know, seriously. Good for you. Hell yeah.
Coming out has the side effect of making you hyper aware of your place in this world. and how you fit into it, or sometimes it shows you exactly how you don't.
I went from having a community of general acceptance to living in a world of ignorant fuck who suddenly hated me because their sky friend Jeebus told them I was naughty.
I love the way you described that. I love it so much.
Told them I was naughty. Naughty. You've actually done a mini morbid episode about a case in my hometown before in a previous episode and described it accurate as fuck when you covered it.
I live in Bastrop, Texas. The year I came out of the closet was the same year that Stacy Stites' body was found dumped in the woods.
Oh, shit. Yeah. Wild. Yeah. I'm just going to skip over a little bit here.
Seriously, thank y'all for doing that episode.
Not only is that episode how I was introduced to your amazing podcast, but all the media attention leading up to the November 2019 execution date made a fucking difference.
It brought all eyes on Texas in that moment, and they knew they couldn't kill an innocent man with the whole world looking at them.
They're still trying to, so everyone please watch what happens in the courts.
He has an indefinite stay of execution. But they're already trying to fuck him over regarding what judge will hear new evidence and decide if he should get a new trial or not.
I protest in... I protest. Why can't I say that?
I protest. I protest in Bastrop and Austin with Rodney's family.
Oh, that's badass. I love that. OK, so this says, let me tell you, you've never met a stronger woman in your life than Sandra Reid.
She has fought never giving up and then fought more for her son's release.
And she's going to keep on fighting. I love that so much.
That touches my soul. Stacey's body was found just three miles away from my house I grew up. and only one mile from the small family-owned steakhouse at which I would eventually start working at two years after Stacey's murder.
The place was called Mimi G's, which I fucking love.
Mimi G's. Mimi G's. It was my first real job, and this is where my story really begins.
Yolanda owns the place and she and her girls ran it well.
It was no secret they had the best chicken fried, yeah, chicken fried steak in Bastrop.
The fried shrimp was the other staple dish.
If you scroll down to the bottom of the menu, there was a, quote, section.
For being a reputable establishment, I was always really shook we had frog legs on the menu.
I thought they were a fucking joke, y'all.
Whenever we make the girls dinner and they can't decide what they want, I'm like, you guys want frog legs?
And I know that they think you're joking and I'm like, no, that's a thing people eat.
I think it's like a delicacy in some places.
It is. I would eat them. People would tell me they taste just like chicken.
Fuck a bunch of that. When I got a real case of the rumblies for chicken, I'll eat a fucking chicken.
You literally had to scroll past the chicken section to land on the swamp monster section, but I digress.
The swamp monster section. Yolanda took pride in her restaurant and there were And was there every night sitting at the cash register with a Virginia Slim 100 pursed on her lips that was always one millisecond away from dropping half a cigarette's worth. of ash onto the counter she was in her late 50s and she followed the texas mandatory guideline for women's hairdos back then the higher the hair the closer to god Yes.
Her two daughters were Wendy and Tracy and they were the two waitresses.
Yolanda hired me to bus tables and to make salad bar situation happen.
I was 15 and knew everyone on staff from going there all the time as a kid, but this is when I got to really know them, especially Tracy.
Tracy was in her early 30s but was a young 30-something.
She cussed like a sailor and wasn't afraid to kick back a few beers during her shifts at the steakhouse.
That reminds me of you. I love that. She was stunning, I'm saying.
Had a wild side. That's not you. Had a wild side I idolized back then.
She loved attention, especially from the men's folk.
Yeah. But at the same time, you could tell she really and I mean, really did not give a fuck what people thought of her.
She lived a zero fucks to give lifestyle.
And with my life being so clouded with the inherent shame of being different.
I hoped that one day too I could run out of fucks to give about what people thought of me.
Oh, I hope you have run out of all the fucks.
And it looks like you have. In parentheses, it says, fear not, we don't.
Fear not weirdos. I totally ran out of fucks to give by 17.
That's when I became half gay rights activist and half one man gay pride parade.
I'm like obsessed with Allie Reed. Yes. Excuse me, Reese.
I am obsessed. At 13, I was either really fucking brave or really stupid for coming out, but either way the news of me being gay had spread like wildfire. and I was getting beat up at school.
I couldn't walk down the hall classes without some ignorant goat-loving person calling me.
I'm going to just say the F word. Yeah, because I hate that word.
I can't say that. Yeah. Yeah. Teachers nor administrators ever never intervened, even when that shit would happen right in front of them.
One time I went to my VP of my middle school trying to get her to do something to make it stop, and her response was basically to ask me what I expected when I decided to live this life.
Oh, my God. I know. At some point, when everyone in your world thinks you're lesser than, you start believing the world around you because it's all you know.
Needless to say, I was extremely depressed and I seriously considered suicide.
I'm so glad you didn't. That just breaks my heart.
I know. I can imagine. I hate that that's reality.
I do too. So it says, when I started bussing tables, I'd go straight from school to Mimi G's.
And on more than a few occasions, Tracy would find me crying while prepping the salad bar.
Oh, my God. Oh, my heart. Oh. and ignorance, but to picture who I wanted to be and fucking become it.
She would drop little nuggets of truth on me, such as if I stopped agreeing with and believing with what they were saying about me. then it would take the power out of their slurs.
She would say, the hard part to do that is you have to believe you're okay.
And if that ain't there yet, fake it till you make it, boy.
That's really good advice. I know. She often accompanied these little lifesaving pep talks with a real solid hug.
She was the first person to tell me it was okay to be proud of who I was, especially in the face of adversity.
She had an adorable little daughter named Haley.
I think it's Haley. It's H-A-L-E-Y. Yeah, Haley.
Is that Hallie or Haley? Haley. Okay. That would sit up at the counter with Yolanda, her grandmother, and drink sodas when Tracy couldn't find a sitter.
Haley was well-mannered and well-spoken for being five years old.
She had ringlet curls and you could tell she was going to grow up as pretty as her mama.
And I know in the late 90s, Pepsi had a little girl that was their spokesperson and Haley looked identical to her.
Oh, my God. I remember that little girl.
Yeah. And Allie attached a little picture.
That girl's so cute. Yeah. So it says, after working there for the better part of a year, I heard the HEB was having a job fair and they were paying $7.50 an hour minimum wage.
They were paying $7.50 an hour. Minimum wage back then was $5.75 an hour, so I figured if I was making 7.50, an hour I'd obviously be big balling and could finally pimp my ride.
Hell yeah. A two-door 1990 Chevy Cavalier.
Wow. Yes. I think John drove one of those cars.
That was one of his first cars, I think.
Oh my God, really? That's awesome. calling upon some of my newfound confidence i interviewed like a champ and heb hired me on the spot i was sad to leave mimi g's but money talked so i respectfully peaced out of that bitch I lost touch with Tracy over the years that passed I saw her when her family would get food there from time to time and I always got one of those hearty hugs when I did see her The next time we got to hang out was on a face-melting balls hot day in the summer of 2006.
In Texas, when it gets to be over 100 degrees in the fucking shade, we strategically place ourselves near bodies of water to alleviate dying of a heat stroke or at least slowing the inevitable swamp ass you accumulate.
I decided to go to the north shore of Lake Bastrop and swim.
It was dead that day. I was the only person at the park until I saw a car pull into the parking lot.
I was soaking up the sun and playing some sweet jams on my guitar in between dipping in the water and didn't really pay much attention to the lady that had gotten out of her car and pulled in.
She was a few hundred feet down the shoreline sunbathing.
When I was headed back to the car, the path to the parking lot led me closer to the sunbathing lady.
As I got closer, our eyes met and Tracy yelled, What the fuck?
Was you down there the whole time? I was really happy to randomly run into her.
She handed me a Miller Lite out of her cooler.
After I finished several, she was like, shit, are you old enough to be drinking?
Your mom is going to be pissed at me. Oh, my God.
I love Tracy. I was 23, so it was all in the up and up.
We spent the afternoon. catching up and shooting the shoot.
I played her my songs I had written at the time and we killed her 24 pack of her beer.
It started getting into the early evening and she didn't have plans and wanted to keep hanging out.
Yes. Oh, fuck yes. and had only seen drag queens paraded around and exploited on daytime talk shows.
She asked if it was allowed to go into the gay bar if she was straight, and it was adorable.
We went to our respective homes to get all dolled up.
Tracy picked me up around 830 or 9, and we went for an adventure at the gay bars in Austin.
Once we got there... Nothing is more fun than getting ready to go to a drag show of any kind.
I've actually never been to... No, that's not true.
I saw Trixie recently. But that's the only drag show that I've ever been to.
I've been to because I went to a drag show for my bachelorette party.
Yeah, you did. And then I also went to me and my friend Allie.
What's up, Allie? Another Allie. Went to a drag beauty pageant.
Oh, my God. where it was called like miss all seasons that's what they're presenting for and it was amazing I love that.
And again, I say, nothing is more fun than getting ready for a drag show.
Because anything goes. It's so fun. You can wear whatever.
It does. You can express yourself, damn it.
Express yourself. Okay. Do it. Once we got there, I introduced Tracy to some of my friends and we downed some drinks.
Soon we were shaking our asses to the club tunes of 2013.
2003, in quotes, in parentheses, probably fucking Sandstorm.
Oh, probably? Definitely Sandstorm. That's going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the night.
That's the first thing that popped in my head when he said Club Toons.
I was like, Sandstorm. I love it. gay bars tend to have do that to all of you gay bars tend to have a heavier handed pour so true So by the time the drag show was starting, we were socially lubricated.
It's socially lubricated. Love it. One of the queens was doing a Janet Jackson number and Tracy was loving it.
So I gave her a dollar to tip the performer.
She sheepishly held out a dollar at the edge of the dance floor until Miss Goldie Haynes high kicked her way over to the dollar.
Yes. He took it from Tracy, gave her a big old kiss on the cheek, and tucked the dollar up under her chicken cutlet titty and went on with her number.
This is literally the greatest story I've ever heard so far.
It really is. We had to read it. All the hugs and encouraging words she had given me when I was down had all led to that moment that I was dancing with her in her very first gay bar.
Tracy had a blast that night and so did I. I was thrilled to get to show her the happy and confident person I had grown up to be. and no small part because of her.
Driven to be, sorry, driven be pure coincidence or some sort of fate.
I'm so happy our paths crossed that day.
Because this was the last time I would ever see Tracy alive.
Oh, I just got chills. I've already read this and I got chills.
So sad. Oh, no. For no other reason than life happening, I didn't run into Tracy over the next several years.
In the summer of 2009, I was unpacking my car from a five-day trip to the Texas coast When my mom ran to the front door and yelled, get in here quick.
I ran inside where my mom was standing. Oh, no.
I know. I'm going to cry. I ran inside where my mom was standing in front of the TV with the remote turning the volume up.
It was the local news. There was a picture of Tracy and the text above it read McDade. woman's body found it cut to the news anchor and she went on to say something along the lines of Bastrop County Sheriff's deputies have recovered the remains of Tracy Lynn Bellard from a burn pile.
Oh my God. Oh my God. That's horrific. Oh that's so much worse.
Authorities have taken two suspects into custody.
My stomach sank all the way to the floor.
In the coming days more came out about the murder and it was devastating.
Tracy's daughter Haley had been dating an older guy.
She was 14 and he was about 18 or 19. Tracy apparently, as she should have been, was outspokenly against the relationship.
She had caught him in Haley's room in the middle of the night and called the police.
Another time, Haley was at her Aunt Wendy's house and he showed up there, and she called the cops on him.
He was facing several charges, including harboring a runaway and decency with a child and criminal trespass in regards to seeing the minor girl.
But none of these seem to stop him. Tracy was last seen on the night of August 11th when she brought Yolanda the closing cash deposit for Mimi G's.
It was very unlike Tracy to miss the shift at the restaurant and extremely out of character for her to not tell anyone in her family she wasn't going to make it in to cover her shift.
Wendy Tracy's sister reported her missing when she didn't pick up numerous calls, and she was a no-show Friday, August 14th.
A family friend went to check her house and said he saw Tracy's car pass him, but someone else was driving and Tracy's daughter was in the passenger seat.
Oh my god, this hurts my whole heart. It really does.
Investigators suspected foul play. Things intensified when they found Tracy's car on the boyfriend's property.
Upon a full search of the five-acre property owned by Joseph Wayne Douglas, the 18-year-old boyfriend, grandparents' house, investigators found a burn pile that contained charred human remains.
The remains were later positively identified to be 42-year-old Tracy Lynn Bellard.
They immediately took Haley and Joseph into custody for questioning, and both were charged with first-degree murder.
An arrest affidavit. What the fuck, Haley?
I have your own fucking mom. Like, what the fuck?
What the fuck? I don't care how bad your mom is.
And your mom sounded like she was fucking great.
Yeah, and no dude, no human is worth that.
No, nothing is worth that. An arrest affidavit for Joseph said that Tracy had found him in her home with her daughter again, and she went to call the authorities.
Joseph and Haley assaulted Tracy and eventually tied her to a chair.
Oh my God, that's her mother. Joseph then called his 13-year-old brother and had him bring in a .22 caliber rifle to Tracy's home.
The drive took around 30 to 40 minutes. I can't even begin to fathom what was going on in Tracy's mind as she sat bound and beaten, knowing...
A gun was on its way. This breaks my fucking heart.
Oh my god. joseph held the rifle up to tracy's head and pulled the trigger in a single moment he took away a bright and loving friend daughter and sister Joseph and Haley put Tracy's dead body in the trunk of her own car.
They proceeded to drive around town for two days with her in the trunk. as if nothing had happened.
That is so beyond cold. You're like a straight up sociopath if you can drive around with your dead mom in your backseat.
You're a demon. You're a straight up diamond.
Then they threw her onto a burn pile on Joseph's grandparents' land.
Haley Ballard was tried as an adult for her part in the murder.
Good of her mother. Good. She pled guilty and was sentenced to 12 years in prison.
Are you fucking serious? I think she should have received life, but our system is fucked.
Yeah, I agree with that. Joseph Wayne Douglas pled guilty for the murder and was sentenced to 35 years.
Jesus Christ. What the fuck? They killed a human being.
And then drove around for two days and then burned the human being.
That's fucked. And it seems like... That's like malice aforethought.
It's like you called somebody to bring... That took 40 minutes to bring a gun.
You could have stopped that at any time.
Both of you. You just probably... sat there.
So 35-year prison sentence for Joseph. I'm not a huge supporter of the death penalty, especially because of cases like Rodney Reed.
Okay. I agree. This is why I've said it a million times that I sit in the gray area.
And honestly, Allie just described it perfectly.
So yeah, this was my story about a dear murdered friend who helped me come into loving who I am.
She was truly amazing and I will never forget her.
Bye. Bye. Bye. Right there with you in regards to not trusting anyone, because they're probably a murderer.
But I'm not one to know... I'm not... one oh but i'm not one and no we'd be fast and fabulous friends y'all need to do a live show in austin sometime and we should go catch an awesome drag show together while y'all are in town So much love to y'all.
Allie Reese. Oh, bye. Wasn't that amazing? ellie reese that was amazing and i i really want to do a show in austin okay austin is well their whole motto is really on our list Yeah, I think it's perfect for us.
Like, hi, okay, we will. Yeah. And also, just to plug Allie...
Because why not? He said his website, yeah.
It was a great story. Yeah. The website is alireese.com and it's A-L-L-I.com.
R-E-E-C-E dot com. I love that. I tried to open it just now but...
I feel like my iPod is doing too much. Because he's also a singer-songwriter.
I was just looking at the website. And he's fucking adorable.
And he has an awesome website. And he's beautiful.
And just go support and I'm so sorry that you lost your I know I can't even imagine that's awful that just makes me but I'm happy that Tracy was able to do what she did for Allie Yeah absolutely.
Well moving on to our next tale. This one is spooky.
Our next tale is called Golden Corral Santa.
I was sitting next to Alina when I decided that we should read this one.
And I was like, dude, you're going to die laughing.
I'm really excited. So it says, hi friends.
Before I start, I just want to say that I
100% believe I would fit in your little morbid family as the quote-unquote middle sister because 1.
I somehow have the same personality as both of you and 2. age-wise it works because i'm younger than elena but a few years older than ash let me know fam i'm available we're always in need of a new sister you're in come on in I love the listener tales episodes and always thought oh boy I'm glad I don't have a weird ass story like that and then yesterday I thought Oh, fuck, yes I do.
I changed my friend's name, but feel free to use mine.
Well, thank you, Sam. Thanks, Sam. So the scene.
Summer 2013. I had just spent a week at the beach with my best friend Mary and we were now driving home.
We're the type of people to drive as long as humanly possible before having to stop.
A bitch has places to be. That's exactly how I am on road trips.
Yep, me too. So after six straight hours of driving, we finally decide to get food and gas at the next exit.
The next exit comes up and it has exactly one gas station, one Dollar General, and one Golden Corral.
So deliverance, basically. Yeah, awesome.
After getting gas, we decide to put our bodies through hell and eat at Golden Corral.
If you're not familiar with what that is, it's a cheap buffet.
20-year-old Sam loved that shit. 27-year-old Sam does not love that shit and generally does not trust.
Trust buffets. Your girl, Ashkel, used to love a good buffet, but... You always love a good buffet when you're younger and then you...
Then you realize that your buffet is probably filled with coronavirus.
100%. It's COVID-19. It's all up in there.
While we're parking we notice a man outside the restaurant who looks like Santa.
He's got longish white hair, a big round belly, and he was wearing a red shirt with green suspenders.
He appeared to be on the phone, but as we started to walk in, he made eye contact with us.
So we smile like polite fucking ladies and go inside. santa is at golden corral and bun fuck nowhere in the middle of the summer how fun now let's go punish our bodies i love it I love every one of you.
You guys write in the best way. Oh, I love it.
You pay for your plate first and then you're free to eat like shit.
So we're in line waiting to pay and talking about our great trip.
All is normal until suddenly I feel hot breath on the back of my neck. hate that hate that so much i turn around because like what the fuck and it's santa "'He's not looking at me, but above me at the sign with the prices.
"'But he's standing so close that the front of his shoes were touching the back of mine.'
Praise Jesus. It was our turn to pay. So we quickly move away from him, pay for our plate and head straight for the feast.
After loading up our plates with pizzas, mashed potatoes, and lasagna, because buffet, We find a booth.
This booth is kind of tucked away, but we still see a good chunk of the restaurant.
We see Santa wandering around with an empty plate, but he doesn't seem to see us.
Eventually, he goes to the other side of the restaurant out of sight.
I finish my plate, and like a true fat ass, I decide to get another.
Mary is not done, so she stays at the booth.
I'm loading my plate up with tortellini and grapes because I'm watching my weight.
I love that. When I feel it. Hot breath on the back of my neck.
This is stressing me out. Yeah, gross. Get away from my neck.
I don't have, yeah, I don't love it. I don't have to turn around to know who it is.
He says nothing, but out of the corner of my eye, I see him getting every single thing I get.
Because he's watching his weight. So I panic and start adding all kinds of shit.
Meatloaf, a salad, and even some chocolate pudding.
He puts all that stuff on his plate too.
I really want to get some dinner rolls, but they were at the very end of the buffet.
And at that point, I just wanted to get the fuck away.
So I add a few pieces of cheese to my plate, wait until he starts adding it to his plate, and then I jump out of line and make a beeline for our booth.
Mary is alarmed, both by my appearance and my plate.
I tell her what's happening, and now she's starting to worry too.
We can see him still at the buffet, but he's not adding anything else to his plate.
He's looking around, but he doesn't see us.
He then walks away out of sight again. For a while, I get to eat from my plate of shame and relax.
I don't think much of it when the couple at the table next to us get up to leave.
I don't think much of it when the always on point Golden Corral staff cleared and cleaned the table.
At that moment, I was just a thick girl enjoying some pudding.
We've all been there. Then Mary says, no fucking way.
I look up and Santa is hustling over. Thank you.
Not interested today. No. He then puts his plate on the table right next to us, and he picks the chair that faces me because fuck me, I guess.
We don't look at him, but we can hear him talking and it sounds like he's talking to someone on the phone.
Mary's plate is now empty and I know she wants to get more, but she whispers that she doesn't want to leave me there.
I tell her to go. It's just a few minutes.
I'll be fine, right? Oh no. I'm so stressed.
Mary leaves. I'm very stressed. Against my better judgment, I sneak a look over at Santa and I realize that he's not on the phone.
He's got a finger to his ear like he's got a Bluetooth, but there's nothing there.
He was faking a whole ass conversation. Oh my God.
He catches me looking and the next thing I know he moves his hand away from his ear, slams his hands on the table, turns his body so that he's directly facing me, And just fucking stares at me.
He doesn't say a word. Just stares and breathes heavily.
I'd be like, yo, Santa, are you good or what?
I really hate this. I probably should have been alarmed but frankly I was just pissed off.
I'm thinking how fucking dare this guy make me uncomfortable I'm just trying to eat.
Like, let me heifer in peace, you weird ass bitch.
That's my new motto. Let me heifer in peace, you weird ass bitch.
Just always a forever mood. So I stare back at him and to show him that I'm not fucking around, I pick up my steak knife and just casually hold on to it.
Like try me. Fucking try me, ho. Try me, Santa.
I love you. mary comes back and offers to eat quickly i tell her to take her time i could wait Meanwhile, I continue my staring contest with Santa.
A few minutes later, a man comes to our booth.
He appears to be around our age and is hella handsome.
I realize I probably look bat-chick crazy holding the steak knife.
He squats and says in a low voice, "'My buddies and I have been watching this guy.'"
We're going to move to the table right in front of him, and we're ready to jump if he tries something.
We've also asked for the manager. Are you guys okay?
What a fucking gentleman. We stan a handsome helper.
Oh, we love that. We thank him and watch him move to the new table with his friends.
Santa watches them and looks mad like his face gets really red i grip my steak knife a little tighter the manager comes by and she is i'm not kidding the sweetest woman She brings us each a plate with cake, which we ate because Chonky.
And she says that she will also be keeping a very close eye on Santa.
And she does. To the point where he is visibly annoyed.
Every few minutes, the manager is at his table refilling his water and asking him what he needs.
He tries to brush her off, but she's relentless.
With that fake it till you make it customer service personality I am all too intimate with.
We finish our cake and we are ready to go, but we're nervous about trying to get out of our booth.
Was this guy going to follow us? Did he see which car we were in?
The next time we see the manager, we get her attention and whisper to her our concerns.
This woman, like a fucking champ, says, I've got this.
She goes over to Santa's table and positions herself so that he would have to look at her and away from us.
I don't know what she says to him, but whatever it is holds his attention long enough that we were able to get the fuck out without him seeing us.
If you recall, we paid before eating so we were able to just leave.
We walk briskly through the restaurant and once we're outside we fucking sprint to our car.
We were so shaken up that we didn't stop again for another four hours.
Seeing this in writing, it doesn't seem as scary as it felt at the time, but I hope you were entertained anyway. why I didn't alert the manager right away.
Probably that thing I do where I think I can handle my shit even when I most definitely should ask for help.
All I know is that I have not been to a Golden Corral since, and I keep a close eye on anyone dressed as Santa. weirdly yours sam that's amazing i love that that was a good one that was a good one All right.
So my next one is called Rowan. Rowan. You know, that was a name that we almost named one of our babies.
I know a couple of people named Rowan, and they're all great people.
There you go. All right. So my daughter Mia was notorious in her younger toddler years for having her own language.
We lovingly referred to it as Mianese. Mianese.
That's cute. She would jabber out and then land on a final word at the end that actually made sense.
It was like cheese or I don't know. One day, I heard my daughter say the name Rowan.
The only Rowan I know is my high school English teacher's daughter, and I haven't mentioned that name in at least 10 years.
As a family, we don't know any Rowans and my daughter stays at home with me all day, every day.
We hadn't watched any shows with any characters named Rowan or even characters that sounded like Rowan.
It came from nowhere just to be clear. That's terrifying.
She began to putt around the house and she would mention Rowan sporadically, but all the time.
Rowan this, Rowan that. Ugh. Ugh. He came out and said, who is Rowan?
That's all she'll say. Oh, my God. No. I would.
I'd return it. Just return Mia. Yep. That's it.
You gotta give her back. Sorry. Mia had a great run, but now she's done.
One day she was drawing a picture on a blue note card.
I asked her what she was drawing. She told me it was Rowan.
For two years old, this girl had actually drawn something.
It looked like an actual figure and it freaked me out.
I started asking her a series of questions trying my best not to load them.
From these she gave me some interesting pieces of information. rowan was orange and she kept saying ears ears she also mentioned that he had a tail which i'll circle back to my personal thoughts on this later wowsers Yeah.
The logical side of me assumed that Rowan was an imaginary character, but something was really eating at me.
My creepy side. Kids are creepy. So creepy.
What if she's somehow referring to a ghost, a murder?
I had to know. I googled murders and effort PA.
The first name that pops up? Gregory Rowe.
Rowe. Get the fuck out of here immediately.
It turns out there was a murder down the street from my house walking distance in 2001.
A man by the name of Ben Amato was brutally murdered with a baseball bat and was found in the basement of his home.
Cheryl Knuckle was charged with the murder.
Gregory Rowe is her son. He unknowingly assisted Cheryl that evening by driving her to the house and then...
Oh my god. Oh, my God. Absolutely tragic, but also a sign that he's a murderer.
It turns out there's an episode about the case on Snapped, so my husband and I decided to watch it.
There was orange residue at the crime scene.
Gregory Rowe has enormous ears. Get the fuck out of here.
I just got chills. I've read this before and I got chills.
All I can hear my daughter saying is orange and ears, ears.
And humor me here. But what if the tail is actually the bat the ghost of Benamato is carrying around in his afterlife?
And what if Rowan is simply just the spirit of Benamato, is able to get out of his very battered, bloody face instead of Ro, or Ro-and? we asked my daughter about rowan the other day she was quiet then she smiled and kept playing yo and that was from danny Yo, Danny.
That is terrifying. That shit. I'm just so scary whenever it's kids and doing that kind of shit I'm always I want to say to my girls all the time like don't Don't you do that shit to me.
I'm just not into it. Don't you bring me into your little spirit world.
That happened to you before. I know. With the girls.
Yeah, they said to the people with scissors were standing in their doorway.
Please don't do that. And badass Alina was like, walks out into the doorway where they pointed and is like, are they here?
And then they were like, yeah. And she was like, Look, they're mama's friends.
I literally did. I stood out there and was like, OK, so we're friends.
So see, everything's OK. And in my head, I was like, I'm going to scream and cry. but it worked they went to bed after that they haven't complained about it since yes or maybe everybody was pleased It was a win-win-win.
I think it was a win-win, but holy shit, Dani.
That's terrifying. Really scary. And now I want to look into that murder case, so thanks.
I know, I do too. So my next one is called Listener Tale.
The time we almost got sliced by a crazy troll man.
I already love this. It's terrifying. Greetings spooky bitches.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this.
You guys rock. You're welcome to use my name.
It's Maddie. Hi Maddie. Hi Maddie. This story is about the time a friend and I decided to quote, enjoy some herbal enhancements at a state park.
When we came across a creep with a scalpel, we tried to lure us under a bridge.
Oh, so a legitimate bridge troll. An actual troll, but with a scalpel.
I love this. The story took place on a sunny afternoon after my classes had ended that day.
I was in community college at the time. A friend from class and I had decided to roll up a fatty and take our asses down to the state park to be one with nature.
Because that's what you do for fun when you live in a suburban New England.
Yep. We can definitely attest to that. Keep in mind that there are a lot of various long trails you can take, so even on a really nice day, it's possible that you only come across one or two other people while you're there.
So we were laughing and joking along and eventually finished this juicy blunt between the two of us.
Needless to say, we were thoroughly blazed.
Then we came to a small bridge, the kind that was made of stone and used to cross dried upstream slash ditch type things.
There was someone's bike, bag and some other items resting to one side of it.
The bridge wasn't big, but hefty and large enough for someone to crouch under it comfortably.
And crouched they did Because as my friend and I crossed the bridge A fucking man came out from underneath it And approached us He was older, about 60 years old, with shaggy white hair and red marks all over his face.
When he came closer to us, he was holding his phone and a scalpel.
That's correct. A motherfucking surgical scalpel.
No, thank you. Yo, no one should have a scalpel unless you are doing things in a clinical environment that you are licensed to do.
Not that scalpel. You don't have a scalpel.
Wait till you hear his excuse. As he came closer, he smiled and said in a friendly voice, Hey girls, I was wondering if you two could help me out with something.
By this point, my friend and I looked at each other with bloodshot eyes and gave each other the are you seeing what I'm seeing right now face and stood frozen as the man continued to speak.
He went on. You see, my dentist gave me these tools and I'm trying to get a picture of a carving I'm doing over here.
He motions towards under the bridge to prove to him that I'm using them and I need someone to take my picture next to it.
He held up his phone. Like what story is that, sir?
What a yarn you just gave me. Like you need to work on that.
Wow. As he spoke, I looked down to see the rest of his, quote, tools he was referring to, and a chill ran up my spine as I realized what they were.
Oh, fuck this. Of surgical tools. Nope. Like very pointy and sharp medical instruments, just casually laid out to carve something under the bridge.
Very normal. Oh yeah, he also had a pair of work gloves chillin' there too.
That's cool. Not cool. Not cool at all.
Nope, that dude was going to do an operation on you.
He was going to disembowel you. Yeah, that's exactly what he was going to do.
We were both still frozen at this point and one of us managed to stammer out an, um...
Side note, keep in mind we were fucking ripped and both of us were thinking the weed must have been laced.
And that we're both hallucinating because what entire fucking nation is going on here? anyways the bullshit ensued we were too stoned and scared to ignore him and run away and the dude could tell we were freaked out because then the shit-stained motherfucker had the audacity to tell us he worked there at the state park and we were supposed to believe he was just vandalizing it on his day off okay like oh okay yeah sure makes so much sense now He said something along the lines of, I just need a quick picture and held his phone out towards my friend who was closest to him.
Then my friend went, okay, started to walk towards him.
All the while I'm thinking, what the fuck?
No, he's going to scalpel your throat. While I was standing there like a helpless baby in my defense, I was very high and unsure if any of this was actually happening.
He then handed her the phone and he went back to his fucking troll hiding spot and tucked under the bridge while he waited for her to climb down and join him.
But thank the blessed Lord Jesus, she stayed right where she was and snapped his photo from there.
He climbed back up and examined the picture and started to say something like, I need one more close up.
But then the devil's lettuce smog cleared from my head.
I felt as though at any moment he would take a chance and slit my friend's throat or stab her.
And so I suddenly shouted, Oh shit! What time is it?
My friend and the man both looked at me strangely.
My friend then goes, it's like 3.30. Why?
I then grabbed her arm and said, I got to go home.
I told my mom I would be home to help her with something.
We have to go like right now. And that's all it took.
We were out of there faster than a barefoot jackrabbit on a hot, greasy griddle in the middle of August.
Yeah, SpongeBob. And we booked it. Hell, we didn't just book it, we library-ed it the fuck out of there. that was my favorite that was amazing all while wondering if he was going to come chasing at us with his on his bike wielding his scalpel We were both so confused and scared and the whole way back to the car we were just looking behind our shoulders.
We were trying to justify the whole event and thought maybe we just had a weird guy.
And he just really didn't need his picture taken.
But we settled on the fact that either way, he almost made us shit ourselves and would probably scare the poop out of anyone else in the park.
So we called the cops when we got back to the car and reported the suspicious behavior, but nothing came of it.
But you know what? Good for you for doing that.
So that's that. Hope that guy eventually got a good pic to show his dentist.
I love that it's a dentist. I'm just so confused by that.
I love that he just that's that's really committing.
He's like me and my bro ski dentist. Yeah, he just wants me to take a picture of this troll bridge.
He lent me these tools. Like, what? Keep it weird, my friends, but not so weird that you plan to murder some girls so you tell them a dent.
Your dentist gave you some medical tools so you can make a carving under a bridge at a state park where you just so happen to work, but one of them ruins your plans and they run away.
Love you guys so much. Your pod has quickly become my favorite.
And you're both hilarious and really cool people.
And I admire you both. Love, a fellow weirdo, Maddie.
I love that one. You fucking killed it, Maddie.
You killed it. Dude, that was awesome. You fucking killed it.
All right, so we have one more listener tale.
One more listener tale. And this one is a doozy.
Ooh, I love a good doozy. It says, I thought I was spooky, and then my kid was like, hold my juice box.
Which, if you're going to write a fucking subject line, there it is.
That's the way to do it. That got me right away.
That got me. All right. Hey, Alayna Nash.
First of all, I love your podcast and everything you bring to it, especially your kick-ass personalities.
Thank you. Thanks so much. I was going to apologize for this being so long, but I know you guys don't like that.
So I'll retract it and instead just forewarn you it's going to be long, at least for my standards. which are low as fuck.
Shorten and edit it if you need to. Smiley face.
Like we always say, don't worry about it.
Yes, fine. Deep breath. Here I go. I finally decided to sit down and tell you about the spoop show that is my life.
Basically, ghosts love me and my children and I keep sage on me like my life depends on it.
I've experienced ghosts my whole life, and now at 30 with four kids, I've come to a point in my life where I'm just noping these ghosts out because I do not have the time.
Four kids will do that, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Hell yeah. Let's bring it back to 2009. Let's do it.
Let's do it. Here we are. I live in the oldest house in my town and it's spooky but nothing extreme.
There would be random things moved around cabinets, opening and closing, but my family pretty much turned a blind eye to it.
Okay. All right. I mean, you got to do what you got to do when you live in an old house house.
You're out here living. that all changed the day I brought home my baby girl from the hospital we started seeing this man with this stupid fucking hat in our hallways and backyard what the fuck no thank you i shit you not he loved to walk behind our car as we were backing out of our driveway and seeing him outlined by red brake lights would make the undertaker piss himself holy shit Yeah.
Me and my boyfriend at the time, now husband, were rightfully so like, what the fuck?
We didn't know how to deal with it and thought after hearing us tell him to fuck off, he would get the picture and just leave or something.
Goes for dummies 101. That shit did not work.
I was just gonna say, I feel like that's not gonna work.
Okay. Nope. Yes. Because, you know, there's like a 77% chance they're going to wake back up and just stare you in the eye like, you dumb bitch, you thought you were slick.
That's literally... how they look at you too.
It is, 100%. Every time I put little girlfriend in her crib, if she wakes up, her eyes flick. wide the fuck open and she just stares at me like you fucking asshole like every single time the audacity of you get me out of this shit It's insane.
And it's always the scariest thing because you have to do them like feet to head too.
So they don't feel like they're falling backwards.
It's real weird. It's too much. I feel her. they're like i sleep in arms and arms only yeah that's it all right so anyways it was a success i got her down and she was still asleep that is the biggest good for you man So, here we go.
Me and my, again, boyfriend at the time, but I'm just going to stop and call him my husband from here on out, looked at each other in that loving way that says, it's your turn when we hear a man.
Yeah right. When we hear a man voice clear as fucking day in her room going shh.
Oh fuck. fuck no no no no no no my whole body just rejected that notion i hate that And she stopped screaming.
No. We both flew into her room thinking there was an intruder.
Spoiler, there wasn't. Mm. Mm-mm. That very night, our daughter started sleeping in her room without issue, and we never saw that spooky man or his stupid hat again.
Fast forward six-ish years. That's really hard to say.
Six-ish years. We've since moved and added another addition, this time a boy.
Our house is fairly new and we haven't experienced anything so we're all good, right?
Wrong. Our son hates baths. Like deathly afraid to the point I can't give them to him because he hurts himself flopping around.
I end up holding him in the shower to wash him up, but I can't let the water get on his face or I give him a sponge bath.
Here's where shit gets weird. Our son is a delayed talker and his first word is mama.
Sweet, right? His second word, Titanic. Oh, casual.
Over the next couple of years. Love that.
Over the next couple of years, we can't ignore how obsessed he is with the Titanic.
This motherfucker was on the Titanic in another life, I'm saying.
Just wait. We don't know where he heard it, but he always brings it up in otherwise gibberish conversations.
He builds little titanics with his legos and he has the colors in a certain order and a certain number of smokestacks.
I'll admit I only watched Titanic once as a kid and honestly thought the shit was the most boring movie ever.
Oh hell no that shit was fire. I love that movie, but I can't watch it anymore.
Leonardo DiCaprio? You know, when you cry and snot comes out of every office of your face, I can't watch it. that was like prime leonardo di caprio time so oh my god such a babe prime Okay, so if I saw a picture of any big boat, you could tell me it was the Titanic and I'd believe you.
So I didn't catch on to the accurate details he was putting into his Lego Titanics, but my mother did.
She eventually talks me into looking up Titanic pictures and seeing for myself.
My son is like three at this point, so I decided I was going to disprove my mother.
I pulled up a black and white picture of an old ship that looks similar to the Titanic.
I show my son and I'm like, here's the Titanic.
He looked at me like I was the dumbest person alive and he shook his head.
No, mama, not Titanic. Pull up the Titanic picture.
What about this one? Shakes his head. Yes, Titanic.
At this point, I'm a little creeped out, and of course, I must investigate a little more.
I ask, where is the Titanic? And he says, in water on floor.
Oh, Lord. i wanted to stop at this point but i could not i just could not shut the fuck up what happened to the people I would do the same thing.
I'd be like, oh, I'm interrogation time.
I would become an investigative journalist.
Yeah. What happened to the people? He said, they died in water, Mama.
Me too. Oh. Boom goes the dynamite. I'd be like, sorry, you have to move out now, sweetheart.
As fate would have it, I found this Titanic book at a rummage sale shortly after.
It had pictures he could color with diagrams of the boat in half so you could see what the inside looked like.
He could point out and name different parts of the ship, he pointed out where his bed was in the ship he's five now and no longer remembers his Titanic life but he did one night last early fall uh Start repeatedly saying Oklahoma.
Wow. Me knowing my kids was on some shit, but not wanting to accept it.
Sorry, I lost my place. not wanting to accept it, said, wow, you're really learning about different states in school already?
Him. No. Me. Well, what do you know about it, then?
Him. You know, Mom. Dramatic pause. The explosions.
Me playing dumb because I'm fucking tired and in denial.
What? Him looking at me stupid. The bombs, mom.
Who told you about that? Him. I don't know.
I've always just known. Me. Okay, bye. Love you.
Good night. Needless to say, he is either reincarnated or talks to ghosts or both.
Spooky as shit, but he's adorable and I love him to death.
The last part also includes my son as he is super sensitive to anything and everything.
Oh, my God. The day we got his ashes back we set him up with his collar and paw prints in our room.
Shortly after that my husband and son started having night terrors.
Finally, my husband called me out to the garage. garage because we don't speak about ghosts in our house.
It gives them more strength and energy to do spooky ass shit.
Don't do it. And he goes... I don't know what the fuck you brought home in that box, but it is not our fucking dog.
Oh, I'm already stressed out. He literally wanted me to call the police who cremated our dog to tell them they gave us a box with a fucking demon instead of our dog.
I definitely knew something was up but didn't think it was that extreme.
He won't tell me what his night terrors were about but I'm going to guess the box was involved.
Meanwhile, our son casually brings up the tall, skinny, eyeless man he has been seeing on our motherfucking ceiling.
Yeah, that's fine. No, thank you. Don't worry about it.
That has been telling him to do bad things he doesn't want to repeat.
My husband is just sitting there shaking his head, staring at me like I tried to tell you.
We pack our kids up and noped all the way to our little witchy store that sells sage.
I knew we needed some Superman-type sage for this entity, and we settled on black sage.
We got home, threw bandanas around our nose and mouths, and saged the house, the kids following behind us, chanting, You are not welcome here.
Go. Leave. Go to the light. Once again, all stopped.
Shout out to fucking Sage. I added the fucking.
As scary as these encounters were at the time, I love looking back at the memory of us bandanned up, noping the ghosts out of our house like it was a turf war.
We pretty much said, hey, ghost demon, your Uber's here.
Bye. My neighbors will never know how much. my neighbors will never know that a bunch of sage wheeling gangstas are living next to them oh my god i love that Yes, I love you girls.
And thank you so much for brain birthing the best true crime podcast ever.
Sincerely, Jessica. Yes, you can use my name.
Hell yes, Jessica. That was awesome, Jessica.
Thank you. That's all I can think of is like, what a wonderful, wholesome family activity that you're all just walking around being like go to the light you are not welcome yeah i love that she was like it was a turf war fuck yeah it was you gotta take that shit back I'm saying.
Wow. You guys kill it. That was a bunch of good ones.
Yeah, you guys kill it every time. There's always a bunch of good ones.
And we figured, you know, this week you can take it into like there was a couple like fun ones in there just to like shake it up yeah Because you know what?
Everything's very serious right now. And everybody's getting bad news on the news daily.
And we're all... missing each other and going fucking crazy and people are losing their jobs and it's just bad shit it's just bad shit errorware And so you know what?
Listener Tales brings us back to a place of whoop whoop, whoopity whoop whoop.
We're just whooping it up Vicki Gunvalson style.
We're whooping it up. And you know what?
Just to give you guys a little bit of like yippee to look forward to.
Our main episode this week is going to be on the great.
Gnarly, awful, crazy ass Carol Baskins. No, you got to say Carol fucking Baskins.
Carol fucking Baskins. Doesn't he say like that bitch Carol Baskins?
I think it is. Yes. He says multiple horrible things about Carol.
But yeah, we're going to cover the case of Carol Baskins.
We're going to discuss whether we think she killed her husband or not.
I watched Tiger King and I did formulate an opinion, but I do want to go over everything one more time before we have the episode and see if I still feel the same way.
Exactly. Because I think if you just watched Tiger King, your opinion is very misinformed.
Because that was a very one-sided way of looking.
And it was a very quick overview of it. You really just got to look at the case.
So we're going to give it to you. Not for nothing, Joe Exotic is not a good guy.
No. He did try to have somebody killed.
Let's be real about it. Like no matter what, that's no point now.
And I mean, and he has a. crazy music career that is definitely not him singing so those songs are bops hate to admit it it's no good no bueno and he has real bad banks So, yeah.
So we're going to be covering the case of Carol Baskins and we are going to have a fun week next week.
So you got lots of things to look forward to.
So many fun, fun things. All the fun, fun things.
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But not so weird that you go into a golden corral and Santa's staring at you and trying to maybe kill you.
And not so weird that your kid tells you, row and row and row.
And not so weird that your kid's like, hey, hold my juice box.
I got shit to tell you. I was on the Titanic.
And not so weird that you almost get sliced by a crazy bridge troll guy.
And not so weird that your friend, it's sad that your friend got murdered.
It is really sad that your friend got murdered.
So, you know what? Just keep it weird, but not that weird.
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