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She did not listen to it, but she said, girl, this title sounds so you.
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I am absolutely obsessed with a sweet treat after dinner, and my favorite sweet treat right now is my mochi.
I'm not yours. Just kidding. You can have some too.
This is a cool creamy scoop of ice cream. wrapped in a soft, chewy dough.
It's like a sweet little ice cream dumpling or ravioli.
I'm obsessed. It's pillowy. It's satisfying.
I feel indulged. I just love it so much.
I really am obsessed with the strawberry flavor right now.
My mochi is only around 70 calories per piece, which like, hello, that's amazing.
My mochi is gluten free and each box has six perfectly portioned mochi snacks.
Do I eat two a night? Yeah. Yeah, I do because they're that good.
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Look for the purple box of My Mochi ice cream at your local grocery store. and feel joyfully chill with the coolest treat around, my mochi.
Hey weirdos, I'm Elena. I am Ash. And this is Morbid.
Woo-hoo! . . . And it's a Listener Tales episode.
Yeah, y'all. I think it's Listener Tales 30.
Here we are, 30 episodes later. Whoa. And you know what?
We were due. We were due for one. We like to do like one a month now. yeah one a month and it's also like spooky and raining outside so it felt like the right time to do it Yeah, and we just came off a three-part series that was pretty gnarly.
And I have one coming up that's real gnarly.
So we figured we'd lull you into a false sense of security and then just really crush you. you're welcome so enjoy that so feel feel nice and spooky and safe here for now for a minute And then it's going to get gnarly.
But yeah, I think today we decided we were going to pick out like... spooky, paranormal, but there's murder in there too, which I wasn't even expecting.
I was just looking for diamonds and such.
Elena literally typed it into the Listener Tales folder and was like, let's get some demon ones.
And she was like, I'm just going to type in demon. demons.
And I was like, okay. And I did and it worked.
Sounds good. It did work. It gave me actual demons.
It gave me ghosts. It gave me murder. I mean, it gave me really everything so what else could you ask for what else could you ask for So I think, you know, we already talked about our business in the last episode.
We like to jump right in with these listener tales, right?
We'll have more business later. Our business will be in the next episode.
Today is about diamonds and murder. Yeah.
That's what today is about. And my first one... is entitled Listener Tales.
So I might have walked past an eyeball. How do you not know if that's for sure or not?
I may have. That's literally as soon as I saw that title, I was like. i need yeah that's the one for me that's the one for me that's really funny yeah you know So this one begins by saying, hi, y'all.
I've been listening to your podcast since last year and have listened to multiple listener tales since then.
Every time I hear a listener tale, I think back to the time I might have definitely did walked past eyeballs from a murder victim.
Oh, boy. Both. Both of them. So I figured to finally send a tale of my own.
This murder made a huge impact on me, but it was not sensationalized in the news at all.
Most friends who live near me, and therefore the apartment block, don't even know that this murder happened because of how little this was mentioned in the press. probably because it was an open and shut case with little need for investigation.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I've attached a pudifa since I ain't gonna send a lengthy email.
Hope you read mine. I guarantee you it's a journey.
I'm excited. I love that they sent a puttaba.
You always got to send a puttaba. All right.
It says... Hi girls, my name is Ting and I'm from Singapore.
Feel free to use my name, thank you. Because I just did and I would have felt bad.
Because we already did and we would have had to go back.
I would have had to go back and make it go boop when I said your name.
Yeah. Anyway, I'm in US for graduate school.
Yay? Question mark, it says. Yay, you're doing it.
And started listening to true crime podcasts to keep my mind occupied while doing long, boring experiments.
True crime has always been an interest of mine but no one around me likes talking about it.
I feel like we all feel that. That's exactly why we have this podcast.
So I was so excited to find out that there are podcasts out there who made me feel like I'm not a psychopath for enjoying stories about serial murderers.
Imagine a 14 year old kid reading a thick ass book about notorious serial killers. that went super in depth about what they did, their psychology, the legal proceedings, et cetera, on the train.
People were staring, y'all. Anyway, you're here for the murder story, and I hope this doesn't disappoint.
I know it's not gonna because we're talking about eyeballs.
Yeah. As soon as you bring eyeballs into it, I'm like, yeah, I'm ready.
I'm all ears. I'm here. This was in Singapore in 2012.
I was 16 at the time. To get to school, I left my home at 6.40 a.m.ish, walked past this apartment building.
We all live in apartment buildings unless you're rich. to get to the train station about 10 minutes away.
So I would have been near the murder building. air bunnies, air bunnies, before 6.45 a.m.
Trust me, because my school is an hour away.
I'm very routine with when I leave my house since I don't want to be late, but I also want to get as much beauty sleep in as I can.
I'm telling you this to hammer home the fact that I am at the eyeballs after the murder happened. but before the police arrived.
Oh my god. Apparently, an engaged couple moved into their new home their new room in June of 2011.
But by December 2011, Lee, the soon-to-be husband, started to believe that the room they sublet was haunted and that his fiance was possessed.
Oh no. He made her carry a Bible everywhere and even took her to the Catholic Church for an exorcism.
The fiance herself, Elise, thought that she was possessed as well.
Lee also tried to exercise her himself. There were times that their flatmates, they sublet a room in an apartment, so there were other people there. could hear him shout for the devil or daemon to get back to the sky.
And Elise would look very pale after whatever exorcism he did.
What? Finally, on the 20th of March 2011 at 11 p.m.
The police were called to check in on the couple when loud groaning noises were heard.
Lee told the police that they were just quarreling, but Elise looked in pain and there were clothes all around the room. that Lee lied and said it was because of a recent abortion.
Aww. The police left since there was nothing to be done.
She had no physical injuries and she also believed that she was possessed, so...
She wasn't exactly asking for the police's help.
At 6.30am the next day, a flatmate called the police again when he saw blood on the door of their room.
I can't believe that the police were there the night before.
I know. came 10 minutes later and found Elise topless and covered in blood lying on top of naked Lee.
The paramedics went outside the room to wait for the police since they had no handcuffs or whatever.
They realize that this was an extremely unsafe situation.
Plus, Elise is dead. So what can they do, I guess?
And while this was happening, within the 15 minutes the police took to arrive, Lee gouged out Elise's eyes and threw them out the window.
No. nope nope nope nope gouged out her eyes And threw them out the window.
I'm closing my eyes right now because I can't even have them exposed to this.
You all got that, right? don't say it again we all got it the police found him kneeling next to her body chanting while holding a yellow cross oh no now for the gory details i'm sorry that wasn't the gory details for them Bent spoons and a fork was found in her hair.
Various tools were found beside her. and a slice of her windpipe.
Like what the fuck? A slice of her windpipe was found near her?
How was this not covered in the news? Her ankle had been cut to the bone And she had a 12 centimeter long gaping wound on her neck. probably how her windpipe got cut out.
Her eyeballs and some clumps of hair were found at the foot of the block, where they had landed in some bushes.
I'm not alright right now. Her fucking... eyeballs and some hair took flight and landed in some bushes.
I don't like eyeball things. That's where I come in because those bushes are the very bushes I walk past every school day.
I'm not kidding, these bushes are just less than a foot away from the concrete path I walk on.
If he threw out her eyeballs at 640 a.m. and I walk past at 645 a.m. before the police come to take their statement. and cordon off the crime scene, I probably walked past the victims.
Oh, I'm glad that you didn't see them though.
It's crazy to even think about it. I only knew about the murder when I came home, walking the same route I took in the morning, only to see black and yellow police tape in my way.
So I turned on the news that evening to learn what gruesome shit had happened that day.
And I vividly remember the tent placed around the familiar bush as if to protect evidence that was in it.
As for Lee, he was jailed for 10 years due to his psychiatric condition.
He was very Catholic and truly believed that his fiancée was possessed, and his surgeon brother promised to supervise him after his jail term.
I don't know too much about the legal proceedings and how he ended up with only 10 years of But that sucks.
Yeah, that's not fair. He literally brutalized her and ripped her eyeballs out and threw them out the window.
And then she was laying on top of him. Yeah.
So he was just lying there naked with her dead on top of him.
Yeah. There's a lot more to that. Well, here's my listener tale.
Hope you didn't lose your lunch over this.
I still think about the case from time to time since this was probably the most gruesome thing that happened in my neighborhood and here's a link to the case.
Wow. Yeah. I ate a lot of sour cream and onion chips before this, and I'm really regretting that decision. right now wow really ting regretting that decision wow you definitely walked past eyeballs ting Yeah, I really hate that.
I hate that so much. You did that. You walked past eyeballs and you had no idea.
I need to stop saying eyeballs. Eyeballs.
I'm ready to move on. thank you eyeballs don't bother me so much but that's weird it would be weird to walk by eyeballs just like in a bush ew I see eyeballs a lot outside of their human vessel at work.
So that's like normal to me. But walking past them and seeing them just dangling in a bush would be... would be a real experience.
I still can't believe you didn't save Bubba's eyeballs when they got taken out.
Yeah, I don't know. That would be weird, I feel. that would be weird for you.
It would make me sad, I think, because I'd be like, those are Bubba's eyes.
Aw, but you can keep them and keep looking into them.
But, like, I want them in her face if they're going to be anywhere near me.
I get it. All right, let's move on. Just, you know, eyeballs.
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Yeah. Oh, all right. My next one. My next one is called Listener Tale about my demon hairdresser and the time I almost got tooked.
Almost got tucked. And the reason I picked this is because it starts off and says, Hey, Ash and Elena, my name is also... I'm not supposed to read that.
Wait, no, no, no, I am. I am. She says, my name is Ashley, but you can also call me trashly, cashly or other less cool, but slightly haunted Ashley.
Okay, I guess I can't hear you. That's why I picked this because her name is Ashley and it's spelled like mine.
Spelled the same. A-S-H-L-E-I-G-A-H. Except my name's not Ashley.
Never call me that. Anyways. Whoa. It says, I don't know why it's taken me so long to write in.
I'm a huge fan and a longtime listener. Shout out to my best friend, Sarah, for showing me your podcast.
Hell yeah, Sarah. Let's get it, Sarah. I love listener tales and boy, oh boy, that makes me just want to go boy, oh boy.
I unfortunately have some good ones for you.
It took me forever to decide which one of my traumas I wanted to share with you.
But I've decided on two that I just can't seem to forget.
I know I sound crazy and I don't talk to people about my experiences often for that very reason.
Sorry for the length of this in advance, but I promise it is worth the read.
I love you guys. Stay weird. Also never apologize for the length.
Let me start by telling you I moved houses a lot growing up at this point over 20 times, but I've lost count.
Wow. I can relate to that. I should also tell you that my mom and I are both very sensitive to spiritual energies. both of us being able to feel and sometimes see ghosts.
Since as early as I can remember, I've always had a feeling that I have negative energy that follows me.
Even through all of our moves, even the one all the way down to Florida."
The energy when this thing is around is too familiar and I always know when it's present.
This was validated by a psychic three years ago who ripped his hands from mine halfway through our reading and Quickly told me I have a strong negative energy that's been with me my whole life. but refused to tell me what he saw.
He said, and I quote, it's better if you don't know.
No. While wiping sweat off his forehead, avoiding eye contact, and then ending our session.
I'm going to be real with you. I think I would have struck that man.
I think that would have been the time when I resorted to violence.
I think I would have struck that. I would have been very angry.
The way you worded that. I think I may have struck that man.
I think I would have resorted to violence in that situation.
Don't do that. Yeah, no, that's really shitty.
And if it's better that I don't know, don't tell me any part of it. of it yeah and don't violently rip it like come on have like have some professionalism don't just rip your hands away damn it Some respect for me and my negative energy.
That's right. All right. Well, anywho. I grew up in Rochester, New York and this story is on the first house my parents bought together.
I don't know what year the house was built in, but it was old enough to have lead paint.
Probably why I'm stupid. My house. I was around 10 years old and the shit that went down there still gives me goosebumps.
I frequently saw ghosts in this house. Apparently my mom did too, which I didn't find out until much later.
I would go days without sleeping, making myself stay awake at night because I was so scared.
I don't know. She's making very strange movements.
There was a bug that was like flying near me.
I was about to come in my eye. She looked like she was doing a dance move and I was like, there's nothing. you know, celebratory about this right now.
I don't understand. No, I'm not jamming.
I'm trying not to get you. What are these strange movements?
All right. They said I would go days without sleeping, making myself say... making myself stay awake at night because I was so scared and only sleeping when I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.
My room was periwinkle and I had a nightlight, duh, so it wasn't a dark room.
I remember spending entire nights staring into one corner by the ceiling of my room that would turn pitch black. and I could just feel it staring right back at me.
Sometimes the darkness would start to go down the wall and I would hide under the covers and whisper over it. over and over again.
This is my house. You're not welcome here until I fall asleep.
Well, one night I decided to face the wall instead and try to ignore it when I felt something slowly get on my bed and start playing with my... hair all right i'm out like i'm i'm out of here i'm literally leaving the room i'm dipping that Shit.
I felt its nails softly scratching my scalp and slowly brushing through my hair.
Okay, while that sounds... Delightful. I would love that right now.
Thank you. I also don't want it from a demon.
No, don't relax me because what are you trying to relax me in preparation for?
You're lulling me into something. thing here you're lulling me into some damon shit with some long ass nails and ain't nobody got time for that It says, I was fucking petrified and I could not move.
Eventually I must have just fallen asleep.
Wow, that's... It's truly something. I was lulled to sleep by a daemon with acrylics. a daemon with fresh ass nails are you sure it wasn't me actually to say on your bed behind you and start scratching your scalp and you're like, I don't know, I guess I just fell asleep.
What the fuck? Nighty night. I would light on fire. really light on sporadically combust it would be over yeah i'd be out Sporadically combust.
Spontaneously. Spontaneously. I would say sporadically just combust.
Whatever. I watched Clueless. I was literally just going to say, all right, Cher.
Sporadically. Love that. My dad worked nights at a paper mill, so I knew it wasn't him.
So the next day, I remember trying to yell at my mom for coming into my room, and I told her she scared me.
But she looked at me like I was crazy and she said she never came into my room.
And then she gave the whole ass kid away.
That's when you just yeet that back into the womb.
Get out of here. That sucks. So that's that story. and then it says okay so this next story about when I or this next story is about when I almost got snatched happened when we lived in the suburbs of New The town was pretty small, and even though there was just 1,200 kids in my high school,
There was like four school buses because everyone lived pretty close and so we had to Hold on, I'm so confused.
Everyone lived pretty close. They had to like walk.
Oh, OK. They had to walk when there was four school buses.
OK. I was around 14 years old and I lived over two miles away.
One day, our parents got a phone call while we were still at school, something about a kidnapping and a...
Suspicious? Suspicious? Suspicious white van.
Always the white van. I don't remember the details of the call, but my mom texted me to be safe.
I usually walked home with some friends, but my house was the furthest away.
So I would walk alone for like 15 minutes.
So like every other day, I separated from my friends and continued to walk home.
I had headphones in and I saw a white van drive by.
I figured I only noticed it because of the phone call.
I kept walking and a few minutes later I saw another white van.
Again, the phone call. Bader-Meinhof phenomenon, maybe, which Alina and I just had to Google the pronunciation of. and it's also called the frequency illusion so it's like the more you see something or if you Yeah.
Yeah. Like hearing something or reading something will increase the frequency with which you think you see that thing again.
Yeah, it's like I said, whenever you buy a car, I feel like you see that car all the time now.
Yeah, or like the white van, all of a sudden you're seeing white vans.
Right. Now, one last time I saw the white van drive by me slower this time.
As I drove away, I took out my headphones to be more aware of my surroundings when a man on a bike pulled up next to me.
He started asking me questions right away.
He asked me where I was going and I said home.
He asked me where I lived and I said down the street.
I was two streets away and then my house was at the end of the road.
He asked me how I was. After this and a few minutes of me being scared shitless, I put my headphones back in and started to walk faster, but he kept following me.
Once I got on my street, a car pulled over and rolled the window down, and he biked away.
It was a couple who asked me if I knew that guy and I said no.
And they said that he had been following me for the whole time.
They noticed and were watching the whole thing.
They asked where I lived and I said down the street.
I can see my house from here. The woman from the car looked out from the car looked around and the guy on the bike wasn't around anymore.
And she told me to get home safe, turned around and drove the other way.
As soon as her car returned, the guy on the bike turned the corner onto my street.
I saw him and sprinted home because fuck that and ran into my house.
My dad, who I was absolutely terrified of growing up, saw me barrel into the house and asked me what's wrong.
Actually, he said, what the fuck is your problem?
I told him about the van and the bike and without saying anything, he shot up and grabbed his keys and said, get in the car.
We drove down the street and there was the bike man and the white van.
My dad slammed on his brakes and jumped out of the car.
He grabbed this guy by the shirt and pointed to me in the car.
Were you following? my kid yes bike man tried to say no and then they started screaming at each other my dad picked up his this guy's bike holding Hulk smashed it onto the ground.
Oh my God. Curb stomped his tires and told the man.
Oh my God. if he ever caught him around here again he would regret it and if he ever caught him talking to me again he would kill him Dear Bikeman, if you weren't trying to steal me, I'm sorry, but also frick you. we drove home i got grounded for talking to strangers we had pizza for dinner I love that she's like, this is what happened.
And then I got grounded. Then we had a pretty rad night with pizza.
Then I got grounded. I just love how it ended.
We got pizza for dinner. We got pizza for dinner.
Alrighty, Ashley. Ashley Trashly Cashly.
You're the best. Slightly less haunted, Ashley.
Oh, that was a great one. I like that. My next one has to do with something I also love.
It's called The Age Old Dilemma. What if the best wings in town are made by a murderer?
The age-old dilemma, am I right? The age-old dilemma.
And what they say in their first part of the email is, I've attached my listener tale submission in a pitiful.
Yes. The story centers around my hometown of Agawam, Massachusetts.
What? What? 25-year-old rumors, a horrific murder, and my deep... passionate love for buffalo chicken.
Which I need to point out, they also attached a picture of buffalo chicken entitled, Is This Love? love and it is it is it truly is simply a picture of buffalo that's it And you know what?
I feel very connected to this because they are from Massachusetts.
They love it. And I, too. Have a deep, passionate love for buffalo chicken.
I will eat buffalo chicken anywhere, anytime.
I love it. Oh, look at the margins on this, you beautiful beast.
I saw it and I was like, it's beautiful.
Is this poetry? It is. It is. Be this. Be this?
Alright, here we are. Hi, Ash and Elena.
For the purposes of this story, you can call me Kat.
Hey, Kat. Meow. I was gonna do that. You two have kept me safe and warm through a truly rocky year and a half.
Oh, boy. Right. My obsessive listening to your pod too loud in my house is also the reason my soon-to-be husband nearly pulled the car over the other day when I casually asked him if he preferred to be buried in the ground, body and all."
Or if he'd like to be cremated someday. He jokes that I've been taking too many notes.
Anyway. You're a couple of badasses, and I hope to all the goddesses and witches above that you will come to do a show in Northampton, Massachusetts someday. hell yeah I will I love Northampton I'm coming I'm coming either way I'll drag my ass off this couch and planted in a cushy theater seat wherever and whenever you start touring again.
You rule. So this story centers around my hometown of Agawam, Massachusetts.
Massachusetts. 25-year-old rumors, a horrific murder in my deep.
Passionate love for a buffalo chicken. My mom grew up in Agawam, but when she was in her 20s, she moved out to California for a number of reasons.
During the time she was out there, she passed David Bowie in an escalator.
Yes, bitch. you elena went to a party at stevie nix's and you ash what and dated arsenio hall's bodyguard Your mama did the damn thing.
I can promise you I am not and will not ever be remotely as cool as this woman.
Me neither. Nope. Nobody will. While she was out there, she became pregnant with me.
So you're, you got like, the the cool you did you were you had the essence of cool all around you My father was like, peace, no way, not me.
But Ma was about it. So my little skin sack set its way to become Earthside in 1991.
That is the funniest fucking sentence we have ever been written.
Ma was about it to my little son. My father was like, peace, no way, not me.
But Ma was about it. So my little skin sack set its way to become Earthside in 1991.
Set its way to become Earthside. I'm dead.
That's fucking poetry. One day, right before she had me, my mom was sitting at work and she witnessed a brutal stabbing outside of the window at her office.
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We moved back to Agawam in February of 1992.
I can't stop. Mom settled us in at my grandparents, feeling safe and sound where she had grown up.
A couple of months later, on Easter Sunday, the body of Lisa Zygert was discovered.
Zygert, excuse me. was discovered in a wooded area a few streets over from where she lived.
Lisa had been sexually assaulted and murdered.
That's a big change from sleepy and comfortable.
Yeah, it usually is. Mom immediately mentally noted, well shit then, and accepted that this world as a whole can be a big pile of cuckoo caca and you can't really escape that no matter where you settle down it truly is Lisa Zeiger was 24 years old and was a teacher's assistant at Agawam Middle School.
The very building where I had my first kiss.
A true horror story for another time. Oh, your first kiss always is.
It really is. Actually, mine wasn't bad.
Mine is a horror story. Mine's actually like a Hallmark story.
Should we really quick? Mine was literally during a snowstorm and he, and it was like a boy I really liked.
He cute, like, like shout out to Tim. Like, what's up?
And he literally said, I bet I can keep you warm.
Oh, that's so cute. At the time, real good stuff.
Mine was truth or dare. And I feel as though I was set up because I had just eaten a sandwich that had Dijon mustard.
Oh. And the boy that I kissed, I had a really big crush on and he told everybody that I had stinky breath and yellow teeth.
Oh my God. And I do not have yellow teeth, but I definitely had stinky breath.
Wow, what a dick. Yeah, but I feel like I'm doing better these days, so fuck you, Cameron.
I feel like you're okay. Fuck you, Cameron.
Wow. All right. So yeah, there's that, guys.
Apparently, Cats was a very horror experience.
I'm excited to hear about that. Lisa also worked at a card store in the evening she was working there on the night of April 15th 1992.
That night, Lisa's sister, Lynn, stopped by and saw her between 5.30 when Lynn left around 6 o'clock p.m., Lisa was fine.
Lisa's shift would have been until 9pm that evening.
Later we would find out that Lisa had told a friend recently that she felt like someone was watching her through the big windows of the shop that faced the parking lot. lot.
The next morning Lisa's co-worker Sophia pulled into the parking lot to open up shop and begin her shift.
She pulled up and saw the open flag hanging out front.
But since it was coming up on Easter, she thought maybe Lisa was there to help prep for the holiday.
However, as she entered the shop, she saw Lisa's belongings, including her keys and purse, but there was no signs of Lisa.
Sofia called the cops next door, and when the cops showed up, there were signs of a struggle as well as a little blood.
Lisa's body was found four days later on Easter in a wooded area in town.
I was a literal pooping pile of flesh at this point, so I don't have any firsthand recollection of the time.
But various versions of the story were a big part of growing up.
And I was always interested and scared titless.
Back then, some tips came in that would prove to be pretty important.
A customer had come in and bought something at 8.20pm.
They had a receipt that included a timestamp.
This individual said that nothing was out of the ordinary.
Then around 9pm another person came into the store and found that the lights were all on, the door was unlocked, but no one was out front.
She heard banging noises in the back room, waited two minutes, and then left.
I love that this person heard banging noises in the back room and was like, I think I'll wait a couple minutes. wait a couple minutes and then i'll just leave like maybe call someone and be like something weird's happening yeah Around 9.15 PM, another witness saw what was believed to be the killer's car.
She saw a man and a woman struggling and pulling off in the direction where Lisa's body was found.
Oh. She assumed it was teenagers and carried on with her night.
Teenagers out here just struggling. Let's not help them.
She said the car was a dark color, red or blue.
It was like lightly, lightly. It was likely a late model Bronco or Blazer. it's important to note here that I have a lot of disdain for my hometown.
And I know it was a different time, but with the current existence of Facebook, you better believe someone would have posted in the town forum about that sighting. at the very least out of pure boredom or with the hopes to stir the pot.
That is 100% true. Yup. Whenever some weird shit is going around, I immediately sign on to Facebook. the mom's group or the town group and I just look in there and it's always like... You have to. did anyone hear that bang and I'm like I did yeah I did now everybody speculate what is it Cheryl someone tell me Susan what was it Brenda I gotta know you always find out If you ever need to feel thankful you developed empathy, just join any of the Agawamtown forums on Facebook.
Be ready to clutch your crystals. I honestly think that's like any town forum, though, because you have to think of the people that are like stirring up shit on there.
Anyway, I was a vegetarian for seven years.
My quote unquote last meal prior to halting meat was buffalo chicken.
And the meal that brought me back to Jesus years later was buffalo chicken.
It's safe to say that one of the most passionate, intimate relationships in my life was with that saucy forbidden fruit.
It rules me, honestly. I am who I am. And that's all that I am. other than to feel the thrill of the temperature rise in my body at the very words. is because the best wings of my life are sold at EB's in Agawam.
Located in the same plaza where the card store Lisa Zygert worked at.
Oh, shit. Also, I feel everything that you just described when you talk about Bethlehem.
My mouth is literally watering. I had to swallow spit.
Me too. Twice. I need it. I almost want to, after this, be like, hi, John, can we have buffalo chicken tonight?
Oh, we should definitely get buffalo chicken. this is because you took a grocery shopping i'm gonna go to the meat place i'm gonna go to the meat place you know you know the part where they have like little wings oh yeah assorted bitch buff fuck me buff chick One night as a preteen, I was in the midst of a mild, soft-induced euphoria.
Maria at EB's with family friends and someone mentioned offhand that the owner behind the counter was a murderer and everyone knew it.
Oh, you know, just an offhand convo. Also, I know Ibis.
That sounds very familiar. I looked at the picture that they attached and I was like, I feel like I've been there.
Yeah. This was a casual revelation, but I wiped my sticky fingers on my flare jeans and leaned in for the sweet, sweet goss.
They said, quote, Ed murdered Lisa because he was in love with her boyfriend.
He murdered her and then he got away with it because his dad was the chief of police.
Oh, bitch, that is juicier than a wing. The hottest tea.
Hot. As a kid, you're one step away from being a little demon sociopath, so I was like, Fuck yeah, give me that juice.
I want all the details. And that's kind of how it went.
You go to EB's, someone would bring it up in a hushed whisper.
Everyone would collectively swivel their head over to Ed, sure of his guilt. but munching on the yummy, yummy goodness that should have been a crime itself.
Over 20 years unsolved, but during that time, the Zygarts stayed close to Ed.
They were friendly. I didn't know of this, of course.
I only knew about the supposed love triangle.
The consensus amongst whispers were all the same.
People stayed true to their rumors and fueled the local folklore.
I'm ashamed that as a kid, I didn't understand how harmful all of this was and how unfair and despicably or despicable it was that Lisa's story became a talking point and a ghost story rather than a serious discussion about who she was and how she still hadn't gotten justice.
In 2016, DNA found phenotyping led to a composite image being published of a possible suspect.
I had graduated from college the year before and was working in town and this was exactly the shit I needed to distract me from the dance between disassociation and suffocation I was feeling by being back.
The composite looked... Nothing like it.
Different hair, different facial structure, I worked at a coffee shop at the time, so each customer would come in with their theories. many still convinced we all had collectively solved the crime years ago.
Lisa's mom, Diane, always had faith that science would come around and help solve the case.
In an article for a local publication, she said, quote, With science, everything is modern and it always gets better, she said.
Forensics made leaps and bounds in 1992.
It was in its infancy. That is so, so true.
I love when people rely on science later, like they give it its due, because it does, it comes around, man.
Mm-hmm. Back in 1993, a woman named Joyce Shara told police that she believed her estranged husband, Gary Shara had something to do with the murder of Lisa.
Joyce remembered that Gary came home the night of the murder acting strange with cuts on his hands.
Anytime the noose talked about Lisa's case, he would run in from the other room to watch.
He had given her a music box that she believed was from the card store and it made her uneasy.
But everyone liked Gary. At the time, Joyce had a drinking problem and she and Gary were going through a custody battle.
Everyone wrote her off as crazy. Even her family doubted her about her accusation.
She died in 2014. Oh, joy. Turns out Joyce was right.
And everyone is a big old dirty asshole who should have maybe looked a little closer.
Trash Pile Gary had been a person of interest back in 1993, but nothing came of it.
He didn't give DNA back then, so when they circled back 20 plus years later to obtain DNA from persons of interest in the case, They revisited Gary.
Hello, Gary. I'm pretty sure that at first Gary didn't want to give DNA because he didn't want people, quote, tracking him or something.
But they eventually got it. Also, if you don't want to give your DNA, it looks a little more sus than not.
Especially when you are a person of interest.
Exactly. That's what I mean. Gary left a note and went on a run once the inevitable was clear.
Went on the run, not a run. Or no, he didn't.
It says a run. I corrected myself when I didn't need to.
Gary left a note and went on a run once the inevitable was clear.
The note seemed to be a suicide note. In his long-winded confession letter he blamed hardcore porn hello ted bundy we're so sick of hearing that that's a ted bundy move He apologized to his girlfriend and Lisa's family, but he said he knew it was always going to catch up to him.
Suck it, Gary. As the case wrapped up, Lisa's mother said...
I believe strongly that Lisa is in a good place and that she is at peace.
The thing that would be bothering her is our lack of peace. it's been 25 years we're getting older our kids are happy that we are here to see this day oh that really just broke my heart On Dateline, you see the Zygurts hug Ed Borgatti in the courtroom.
Oh, Ed, from the wing part. I love that he was there and he was like, see, I didn't fucking do it.
I still feel a horrible. when I think about what Ed and what Joyce went through as collateral damage of this case.
And I so admire the Zygerts for standing by Ed in their incredible strength through this case that is as old as me. lisa left a huge mark on the town everyone who knew her talked about how special she was there's a memorial for her at the middle school Thanks for reading and for being the ladies you are.
You've been a constant source of support through depression, fogs, the apocalypse, and wedding planning.
Congratulations. I love you so much. But I need to go order wings now.
Maybe another time I can tell you about my haunted Ouija board who predicted my friend's ailments only to turn around and curse us.
My five years in a cult? or when my best friend was followed on the highway by an actual demon who could control the radio I'd like to hear about your five years in a cult please and I want all of it I want all of it.
Keep it weird. Take it away, Ash. But not so weird that you blame a chicken wing god for a crime he didn't commit.
Ignore a woke wife because of your own internalized misogyny or blame your icy, no, or blame your icky piece of shit self on pornography when it's really just that you're a human unwashed grundled.
Don't keep it that weird. Note, if you want to learn more, the story was featured on Unsolved Mysteries during season six and season eight.
It was also on Dateline last year. Some other pods have covered it, but I haven't listened yet.
I've attached the composite and a photo of Gary Grundleface Shara.
I've also attached a photo of Eby's wings just to give you a little rush.
Shh. Shh. Cat. I have no words for how great that was.
Seriously. I truly have no words. I want wings so badly right now, I can't even express it to you.
I cannot begin to tell you how badly I want those wings.
My mouth just started watering again. And it's truly amazing that that snapshot really does resemble the real guy.
Oh, yeah. Like that composite. It really does.
That's... Crazy. But Kat, seriously, that was amazing.
And wow, that story... The fact that Lisa's mom, her family... was able to stand by Ed that whole time and never gave into the rumors.
I know. Because rumors and shit happen like that.
You know, there's always those, like, local legends and stuff.
Oh yeah. And it is hard when you're a kid to understand how far reaching they can go.
But the fact that the family was able to just stand by him through that, it's like, what badasses.
Like, that's so cool of them. And I love it.
Ed having to go through that for all those years.
And I'm glad he got his due. Yeah, and I bet he's still making the bombest swings in town.
Poor Joyce. I'm sad that she got treated as a pariah.
I was just gonna say a pariah. I know. But what a story, Kat.
Thanks, Kat. Meow. What a fucking story.
You are the Kat's meow. You are the Kat's meow.
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All right, my next one is called How a Ouija Encounter Might Have Led to My Best Friend's Murder.
Damn. Whoa. It says, hi ladies, I am super excited to send you this email about something that I personally experienced.
It is a super fucked up situation that I have condensed into a 1.5 pages of information. been a follower for a couple years and i love going to your shows and hearing your voices I used fake names in my email, but you can use mine.
Hi, I am Tara. I never know if I should say Tara or Tara.
I know. I think either one is great. Either way is beautiful.
If my mom is listening, she will find this familiar, and she has her own spooky encounter since my family is sensitive to shit.
Anyways, I love you guys and I hope you get a chance to read about how a Ouija board board The Ouija board board.
I did that myself. Ouija board encounter. may have introduced bad vibes or bad spirits to my best friend's house, leading to her murder and an attempted murder-suicide with an eventual... suicide.
Yeah. That's a lot to unpack. That's a lot.
So when I was young in a rebellious youth, my best friend Kelly bought or somehow acquired a Ouija board. my experience with this hell board began at 2 a.m definitely wasn't awake because i am still a nerd that goes to bed at 10 30 same me too When I received three frantic voicemails.
When I woke up in the morning, I heard the tale of my friend Kelly and kind of friend Sam. messing with the Ouija board, and Sam had three long scratches down her arm.
Of course, like the dumbass I am, I went into Kelly's house as soon as I could.
Not to mention I was like 13 or 14 or some ridiculously young age like that and I didn't have a car.
Kelly was freaked the fuck out and welcomed me in.
She had the Ouija boards, candles, and a mountain of snacks in her bathroom.
Her bathroom is a Jack and Jill bathroom with the toilet and shower in a separate room.
This means there are three doors and two of the walls had mirrors. of fucking course oh two of the walls had mirrors i wonder if they were facing each other portal Because that's a whole ass portal right there.
Anyways, once it gets dark, Kelly and Sam convince me to go into the bathroom with the lights off and the doors closed to play with the Ouija board.
That sounds like so much fun. That's not fun.
Note, as a non-religious person, I decided to learn some prayers from Google because I was scared shitless and didn't want a demon possessing my soul.
Probably smart. Probably. This is the only reason I know the Hollywood.
The Hollywood. Clearly, I am also not religious.
Hollywood. Hallowed be thy name. Thank you.
Yep, that's how they know that. Whatever it's called.
Almost immediately the board was trying to do figure eights and we found out we were talking to a demon with an z name so this thing knew some shit about all of us and hot damn we were getting fucked with Kelly decided to ask the spirit to knock and almost immediately a knock came from the door behind me.
After the spirit kept telling us to look in the mirrors and play Bloody Mary.
I love it. can you just picture a spirit being like play bloody mary like that's just like ridiculous I just picture him like sitting in the nether world, just being like, you guys should play Bloody Mary.
Do it, you won't. A double dog, dare you?
I feel like that should be an episode of Buffy.
Do it, you won't. We were finally scared out of our minds, but the board wouldn't let us say goodbye.
So like dumbasses, we go into the basement.
Yeah, a pause so now you can see how fucking dumb we are.
And we literally made a salt circle around us.
Oh, gosh. The board keeps taunting us and telling us to come and play outside of the circle.
Kelly and I are freaking out when we realize Sam hasn't said anything in a while.
We turn to Sam and she is staring lifelessly straight towards us and is unresponsive to anything.
Kelly and I take our hands off the board and are trying to frantically figure out what to do as Sam is still lifeless, is doing figure eights on the Ouija board. i'm gonna be honest the rest is rest is a blur but i think it ended when kelly turned on the lights and forcefully said goodbye After a couple seconds, Sam came back in but didn't remember anything from the last 20 minutes.
She was confused as to why we were crying and freaking out. that is so spooky just to like have that much time unaccounted for and you're just like what happened yes why are you guys crying Nearly a decade later, I'm wondering if something came into her house from our foolishness.
I was always scared of her basement and would sprint out of it if I was ever alone or had to go down there.
So probably. To end on a dark note, I really wonder if we correctly closed the door to spirit hell shit. or opened it to a more malicious thing or more malicious things.
Several years later, my friend Kelly was murdered by her father, who then tried to kill himself and his wife.
Holy shit. That's horrible. I'm sorry. While he didn't succeed initially, Kelly's dad hanged himself and his wife died of natural causes three years after Kelly's death.
She has a horrible disease where she eventually was slowly deteriorating.
Oh, that's so sad. I can't give you articles to Kelly's death because no files or cases exist because her death was covered. up as a suicide to protect the family name and i guess to make grief for people easier kelly struggled with depression self-harm suicidal thoughts and previous attempts so it wasn't confusing when i was initially told she killed herself the aunt had to close ties to the, the aunt had close ties to the police force.
I was told by her family member the truth, and not many people know the truth of what happened to Kelly. it was honestly a horrible experience and it took me a long time to get over her death my family is sensitive to these kinds of things And we all believe she's watching over me.
She was my soulmate and I know I will see her again.
Oh, fuck me up. I saw a moth and I knew it was her watching over me, but also trying to scare me from the grave because the bitch knows I'm scared of moths.
Anyways, moral of the story, don't fuck with Ouija boards.
Damn. Don't worry, I won't. And I'm really sorry that your friend.
Wow. I know. That's really sad. I hate that.
I know. All right, let's take it back into kind of a silly place, I suppose.
Yeah. This one's called Yeet! I've got ghosts, devils, and demons.
Oh my. Always put yeet in your subject line and we're bound to choose it.
Hello, my lovelies. Let me start by saying I love the podcast.
My daughter introduced me to it about a year ago, and you two are our travel buddies.
Even if it's just to the grocery store, we have your voices blaring through the speakers.
Sitting home playing The Sims? Yep, she's got you on.
Yes, The Sims. Lobby Bow. long soap in the tub soak in the tub guess what you're there too no peeking okay Okay. promise thank you uh yard work crafting whatevs you're there thanks for always being there for us no problem no problem i felt a little tired last week you know what our experiences together have been some of my favorites so thank you yeah i'm always looking back fondly on those I have like four different stories that are spread across my life and she even wait what And she... I was like, she... and shoo that's been a while let me tell you for the sake of time of time yours not mine I will break these up into separate emails Now, which should I start with?
I'll just go chronologically. Hold on to your butts because this is going to be a long one.
Everybody got those cheeks in hand? Because you two are awesome and I just assume everyone listens to you, I'm going to ask that you just call me M.
I live in a really tiny Kentucky town out in the country and I don't want the title of crazy lady.
I mean, I've already got a cat and I live alone.
So, you know, let's not do that to me too.
Onward to the butt holding. I was in second grade when this happened, so that would be what, like seven or eight years old?
The weather was warm almost the end of the school year and the days are long.
My neighbor and best friend, let's just call him Fred, had been over and we were out playing whatever we played at the time, probably Dukes of Hazzard or climbing trees, matchbox cars.
I was such a tomboy. or whatever kids done back in the day before home computers and video games.
Told you it's been a while. Even so, I remember this better than I do last week.
The sun was going down and it was time to go in for supper and a bath and bed.
I love that you say supper. I know, I love that.
Now we lived up in a hollow, pronounced holler.
Oh, okay, a holler. We lived in a hauler.
We lived in a hauler. So there are mountains on every side of me, one way in and out, or one way in and one way out.
And honestly, the best place a kid could ever grow up.
We knew all the neighbors, good and bad, but mostly good.
The only bad one was this crazy witch lady who sat on the big rock and called her pet snake out.
Here, Sadie, Sadie, Sadie. I aspire to be that.
And I shit you not that snake would come.
Hell yeah it would. She hated us kids. Anyway, I'm getting off topic.
So I stood out at the top of the hill at the curve in my driveway. about a football field from my house and watched Fred run across the field, past my mama's house and up the hilt in his yard.
He turned, waved, and went on towards his house.
I turned to go towards my house. I looked down the hill across the one lane dirt road and into the trees.
And what I saw there changed me forever.
Now keep in mind, it wasn't dark yet. The sun had just set over the mountains, so probably an hour of daylight left.
But in the shadows of the trees it was dark.
In those trees... Hunkered down low, I saw this set of glowing red eyes.
I mean they glowed red like your brake lights.
I practically lived in those woods and knew every part of them.
There was nothing that could have accounted for these eyes.
So I do what any rational person of seven or eight does.
I ran. Smart. Yes. ¶¶ and out jumps the owner of those eyes.
What? Now, when I say jumped, I mean jumped.
It jumped the entire road and landed halfway up the hill.
It did this as casually as bunny hopping along the way.
I ran even faster. Didn't know at this point and didn't Didn't know I could at this point, and it went into pursuit.
Ugh! I'm halfway home and in two or three strides, it almost caught up with me.
I looked back and that's when I saw the size of this thing.
This was not a dog. This was not a wolf or a cat or a mountain lion or any other justifiable animal you can think of.
This thing on all fours was as tall as me at the time and I was not a short kid.
I was always the tallest in the class. Because I can't remember how tall I was back then, I'm going to estimate based on my grandson's height now, He's eight, so I was at least four feet tall.
It had long, thick, flowing, solid black hair.
Ooh, maybe he was using Pantene. They always make those curls look like they have good hair but Pantene is not good.
Don't use it. relevant, you know? Imagine a Newfoundland with really long hair hair almost dragging to the ground, long pointy ears that stood erect, A very long snout and those growing red eyes.
Ash, I want to draw this included as a pedophile, but that's not my skill set.
So you will just have to use your imagination.
That's okay. No worries. That's all right.
So this thing is casually chasing me. and I'm running for my life.
I have no doubt in my mind that if he had wanted me, it would have gotten me. i finally by the grace of god got to the door i grabbed the screen door handle but couldn't get it open I think I forgot to hit the little button open button thingy.
So out of sheer fear and an overload of adrenaline, I yanked it so hard.
Oh, my God. When I was in the safety of the kitchen, I turned and looked back towards the door.
Hold on to your butts. It was standing on its hind legs, looking in the window at me.
Maybe it wanted to be your friend. The door was like upper half glass and lower half wood.
Its mouth was open. open in what i can only describe as a smile and its eyes had flames in them what I heard what sounded like a laugh come out of its huge drooling mouth.
Its teeth were the biggest teeth I had ever seen, even to this day.
But it was all very canine looking. It had its front paws up on the window.
I ran into the living room and frantically tell my mom.
My story didn't seem to faze dad. He just flipped the page of the paper and resumed reading as if I wasn't recounting the most horrific tale of my life.
Mom, being the fabulous mom she is, wanted to calm me down and reassure me.
So she walked with me to the hallway and we look at the door.
It was gone by then, but the muddy smudge of a paw print was there.
What? I know this is dragging on, but there's more.
So my bedroom was on the other side of the house from my parents.
I had absolutely no desire to go into that room at night none at all but it was a school night and dad had gotten tired of my protests and gave me The look.
That's all it took. Off to bed I went. When I walked in my room...
I saw a set of glowing red eyes looking in my window.
No. I didn't sleep there that night. I snuck into the living room after they went to bed and slept on the couch.
So I go to school at recess and I'm talking with my friends.
And when one of them says, I know exactly what that was.
It was the Mulberry Black thing. He proceeded to tell me some stories of this Mulberry Black thing.
Yep, his stories were just as terrifying as mine, but at least they were all adults.
When I got home from school, I went outside to see if I could find any prints.
Now here's the truly weird part, the part that lets me know it wasn't a dog.
I found Prince. Imagine a really, really, really big bear with claws as long as your fingers. but instead of a pad between the toes, there's a giant pig hoof.
In perfect step in each print. These prints went from the door all the way around the back of the house to my bedroom window. oh my stomach just flipped the stride and print size were too big for a dog and there was no pigs around here Since the invention of the internet, I have researched the mulberry black thing.
And while I did find a few tales about it, the description of it does not match what I saw that night.
I don't know what chased me that evening, and the only conclusion I can come to is a devil or a demon dog.
Anyway, that's my story. I have more, so let me know if you want to hear those.
Did I mention I still live in the same place and look at those woods every time I go out?
I don't sit outside after dark and don't go out after dark if at all possible.
I make sure there are lights on outside and motion lights and such just to be on the safe side.
So you might just be on to something with fresh air is for dead people.
Keep it weird. Take it away, Ash. But not so weird that this happens to you.
Because that's... That's so weird that you're this dog that uses Pantene.
Wow, Em. That is... Horrifying. That's so scary.
Any giant thing that like. just rears up on its hind legs i'm not into that sounds like the haunting of the bell witch it does with that oh no the weird dog i don't like it heads i don't like it i hate it i dislike it greatly oh man well is this our last tale I think this is our last tale this next one.
Take it away, last tale. Take it away, last tale. last tale angels on the wall ghosts in the shower and demons at the window whoa So let me preface this by saying that I love you both and this is going to be a long one but with quick satisfaction, kind of like a lesbian relationship. accurate it's really funny we were just talking about that we weren't So let's begin.
It all started when I was around five. I asked my mom what happened when the earth filled up with too many people.
That's such a five year old thing to ask.
It is. Honestly, I want to know too. That was the night she explained death to me.
Awesome. So I'm tucked in and ready to catch them when I see two people on my wall.
Like those oval old timey photos, but it was two people, a man with black hair and a woman.
I closed my eyes and they were there. I ran into my parents' room and jumped into their waterbed and sloshed my poor parents awake.
Fast forward to my new home that I mainly grew up in.
My parents had a waterbed too. You had a waterbed too.
It was like the same one. Yeah, you sloshed me.
You would slosh people away. Remember when your water pot started leaking?
Yes. It was the worst. It was so yucky. Oh, 90s.
That's funny. Fast forward to my new home that I mainly grew up in.
Pretty sure it was a natural doorway because I experienced shit my entire life. random noises i zoomed into this too far hold on shadows and the works i just got used to it So when I moved to Oklahoma as a teen, young, dumb, and in love.
We lived next to a cemetery. It was already fairly haunted at this point.
Oh, I was already fairly haunted at this point.
As an individual. And some dark ass noping.
This motherfucker was tapping in threes on my window and growling.
Needless to say, I moved back into my mom's house. but not without a guest.
Here comes the ghost in the shower. I would feel someone staring at me while I showered.
So one day I got fed up and asked if someone was with me. water went hot cold hot cold i calmly and very nakedly told him he needed to go this wasn't a free show
Now to wrap this up, we're going to end where we began with the angels.
With both my babies, I had a sign of sorts when something big was happening.
Oh, I'm sorry. My son was three and a half months early as a result, weighing in at one pound, 14.2 ounces when he was born.
Wow, your ex really is a steaming pile of dog shit.
Yeah, fuck that guy. And you're a badass.
And your baby is an angel. And your baby is your son.
Right? The first time I went into labor at 24 weeks.
Oh, my God. That's I can't even imagine.
I thought I was following, excuse me, I thought I was following Demon Turd into the bathroom because there was a man with black hair that walked into my mom's bathroom.
It wasn't my ex. It was the man on the wall.
Every time something was about to occur with my pregnancy I saw him.
He was warning me full body as human as one could be.
Once again, I saw him walk into my mom's bathroom.
And later that night, my water broke. That gave me chills.
That's crazy. Needless to say, I've been haunted my entire life but I've luckily gotten rid of all my demons of the past.
Good for you. My husband, who adopted my kiddos, calls me to sage when we hear footsteps upstairs.
I love that. Anywho, that's my long story.
Feel free to use my name, Megan. Goodness.
Megan, I really liked that one. Because I love the idea of... Like, one of my favorite ideas in life is guardian angels.
Like, I truly... in my personal opinion, I think we all have them.
Yeah, I think that it's nice to think that there's like Some spirit on the other side that like just wants to like this one.
Like this guy was just like, hey. Yeah. I'm gonna head in the bathroom.
So you know something's about to go down.
Yeah. That's nice. I love it. Because it's a good sense of comfort.
It is. And it's just like... Real nice of them.
Yeah. Like, that's just nice. You don't have to do that.
Yeah, she always sees like two like birds outside, but she says her nanny and pa.
Oh yeah. And then the other day in therapy, I was talking about nanny and my therapist stopped me and was like, as soon as you started talking about your nanny, a bird started chirping.
I love that. And then as soon as I stopped it, stopped too.
See? And Nanny and Pa are my grandparents.
So they're my mom's parents. Yeah. Just so you know.
Just so you know. Because sometimes when we say nanny, people are like, are you talking about a nanny?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. True, true, true. But no, that's just what we called them.
Yeah, yeah. But, yeah, because people say that, what is it, cardinals are like... loved ones coming back and that's like that kind of stuff has happened and I don't know if it's that like effect or not that you're just looking for it so you see them when you want it i don't know cardinal i see cardinals like when i need to i feel like And I think Blue Jays are supposed to be special, too, because I've seen Blue Jays before, like some pretty big things.
Hmm. look at that I like birds I just love birds I love dinosaurs really that's just where I am I think I changed my mind, actually, because I don't think I used to like birds.
And now I really like birds. Yeah. You're into dinosaurs suddenly.
Yeah. Yeah. there you go you're so weird that's true they're dinosaurs i know they did they originated from dinosaurs Elena's daughters right now are fucking obsessed.
They watch the show Dino Dana. And Dino Dana is out here teaching everybody more than I ever learned in school.
Dino Dana is where it's at. She's adorable too.
And the whole beginning of the show is just like all these dinos appearing and then she Dino Dana!
And every time they say it, I'm like, hell yeah.
Let's get it, Dino Dana. Yeah, Dino Dana.
The other day, the girls were watching TV in the living room and me and Alina were just like shooting the shit in the kitchen.
And I was like, I really like that show.
And she was like, yeah? I was like, yeah, it's pretty awesome.
Pretty good. I'm like, look. So if your kids are really into dinosaurs and they're looking for something... Dino Dana's like the shit.
There's also a Dino Dan, I believe. There is.
I think it's like her little brother or something like that.
But it's cute. And it's very, very educational.
And informative. So just letting you know, they know a lot of shit about dinosaurs now.
Look at us delivering not only spooky stories, but parental guidance.
You're welcome. while we're on the subject let me just end this out on this show called emily's wonderland It's not getting renewed, I don't think, for season two.
And let me tell you I'm pissed. Netflix, what is up?
Emily's Wonder Lab is... Emily's Wonder Lab. amazing it's the first of all the whole season one I know we were totally off topic but I'm It's the end.
So you already got everything you needed.
You don't have to stay. You don't want to listen.
But if you have kids, listen. Because Emily's Wonder Lab, the whole first season, it was her, Emily. who was nine months pregnant at the time, like wildly pregnant. doing science experiments with kids.
And she's brilliant. She's adorable. She's funny.
It's fun to watch. like makes it easy to understand.
And my kids were like enthralled by her.
And she does like experiments that you can recreate at home.
Like we did a bunch of them exactly and she's got like a tiktok page too where she does experiments for kids And I'm literally going to look up her name right now so that I can tell you her full name because I forgot.
I think it's... calendrelli emily calendrelli shout out to you follow her And I'm really pissed because I don't, she announced the other day on Twitter that she doesn't think season two will be renewed because they didn't get an Emmy.
But isn't there a petition? But there's a petition.
And if you go to her Twitter page, it's there.
I'm just saying. Go watch Emily's Wonder Lab and perhaps sign the thing.
It's one of those shows Yeah, and it's one of those shows that you're like, really?
That's not going to get renewed. Like, we're going to renew all these stupid ass shows that don't teach kids anything but we're not gonna renew this like really valid and valuable one that's how i feel about good girls except for the part where it teaches kids stuff because you probably shouldn't have your kids watch that yeah that's definitely like totally different but like i didn't get ever nude for another season and it should have But Emily only got one season.
And I'm here to say that is a travesty. It is a travesty.
And Emily is cool. She wanted to go to space. she did she was ready to go to space so follow her emily calendrelli go check her out Yeah, these listener tales were fun, and that's our friend that we need you to help out who doesn't know that she's our friend.
We're friends, Emily. And let's be sad about good girls, everyone that likes that show.
We and Emily have spent a lot of time together and she just doesn't know it.
A lot of time. Me too. But yeah, guys, this is Listener Tales, so it's wacky and crazy.
We love you guys. We love you guys and keep sending them in because hot damn, they get better every single time we do.
So good. They're so much fun. They're such a nice little like palate cleanser.
Between gnarly cases. When Drew's not around.
They're also terrifying. Some of them are really fucked up, but they're hilarious and also spooky. and fun.
I love them. So I think it's everything.
I always have a great time when I'm sitting on this couch with you listener tailing.
It makes me happy. Also, I love this couch.
I do too. Yeah. So thanks guys. Bye. Bye.
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