Morbid - Listener Tales 24

Episode Date: February 14, 2021

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Yeah. So it's a good, good, good thing. Now, we are doing listener tails today because we haven't done one for February. And man, it's been like preparing for the show. It's been a crazy week. Yeah. And I have a two-parter coming up

that the Patreon's chose. So we figured we would just give a little break in between with some listener tails. Yeah, so next week you're actually gonna get three episodes because are you doing both parts next week? Yeah. Because I don't want to make you wait. Yeah.

You're doing both parts. And then I already have my thing done. So we'll do my episode two. Yeah. So you'll get one of those ad free. Yeah. One of them is going to be an ad free bonus episode just because I know you. Yeah.

And we appreciate your support. So we want to gift you as much as we can. Yeah. But yeah. So this is a fun one. We've already, I've taken a look at them and these are going to be good. I saw. I think we both ended up picking like three each.

I think we did. So you know, it's like crime countdown. You know three. You're bringing three to the table and I haven't seen them in vice versa. And now we're gonna find out. Yes. I think that's all we have for business too. I literally can't think of anything else. No more business. Should be like rock paper shoot. Live. Rock paper shoot. Yes. Okay. Rock paper scissors shoot. Rock paper scissors shoot. Oh Rock paper scissors shoot. Rock paper scissors shoot. Oh my god. Rock paper scissors shoot. Oh, rock paper scissors shoot. Rock paper scissors shoot. Oh my God.

Rock paper scissors shoot. Oh, okay, you win. You win. Did you guys love that? I mean, we have the same tactics. I keep it like rock for the first two. Yeah, and I'll try to do. That's what I do.

But then I get nervous because if you keep it for two, sometimes people catch on and they throw a paper to cover you. You guys know. You guys are rock paper scissors shoot. Perse. So you know. All right, well, you won. That vicious round.

So you go ahead. All right, let's see. So I think I'm going to pick. My first one is going to be, how my sister got her extra toad cat from a murderer. I mean, how could you not pick that? And there's a photo of this cat, and I'm going to ask if we can post it. Oh, is it because it's the most adorable cat?

I didn't even see the picture. I love it. So if you are listening, yeah. His paws are so fucking huge. Oh, wait until you find out how many toes this cat has. Many, many toes. Oh my god, I feel bad for her. Okay, all these plants too, like go off. So we'll see if we can post this because it's a really

good one. Imagine cutting this cat's nails. You don't have cats. I was going to say I don't have cats, so I don't even know. Hi, Ash. Hi, Alina. My name is Heather, and you are welcome to use mine and any other names in this story. Thank you, Heather. Hi. Also Heather is it okay if we post that picture? Let us know. Well email her. Yeah. My sister Charlie, yes the one with the extra toad cat, introduced me to morbid by making me listen to the toy box killer episode. Yeah that's real fucked up. Because we grew up in New Mexico and had no idea about what flaming bucket of buttholes ever resided in our home state. Also we used to have flaming bucket of buttholes ever resided in our home state? Also, we used to have flaming bucket of buttholes. I love it. I love it.

Picture that. Also, we used to have lake days on elephant butte lake near the toy box killer's house, where he possibly dumped his victims. Oh, shit. Oh, yeah. And that just attests to my rational fear that there are always dead bodies and lakes, and you should never swim in them. I totally agree with that.

Oh, see, I think lakes are so, I mean, there's definitely lots of dead bodies. One lake hundred percent. But they're also so peaceful and I love swimming in a lake. I'm on the opposite side of the spectrum. I'm with you. Uncle Tim's house. Yeah, that lake is gorgeous. Heather, I'm with you.

Oh, I don't swim in any lakes. You don't. I can attest to that. You can confirm. I'm a frickin' mermaid up in those lakes. Anyways, I was immediately hooked on your podcast because you guys are so sweet, hilarious, super good at research, and have sailor mouths like me, which will not be displayed in this story because I told my innocent mother, I'd let her know if my story made it on the podcast

so she could listen. Oh my god. Oh, I'll try to keep mine and check for this story. Yeah, me too. I love how relatable you both are, and I feel like I'm just chatting with my BFFs about gruesome murders when listening. I love that. You are, BFF.

You are, and I love, I always love when people say that because I'm like, yes. Yeah, you just wanted to be chill vibes. That's what we're doing. Chill vibes only. Needless to say, I've become a huge supporter of you both, and I've already bought two of your items from Murder Apparel that I love. Elena, you even inspired my husband to possibly become an autopsy tech because he was working towards a nursing degree,

but realized dealing with the dead instead of chatty patients, is much more suitable for his personality. Okay, that's fucking me. Oh, damn, I already sucked at that. Yeah, it's okay. That's fudging amazing. That's fuking amazing.

That's so cool. And that's like the fourth time we've heard that at the Beaton Greek last night. There was at least two or three people that were like, I'm gonna go either like- I love that. Be like a forensic like pathologist. Oh. Wow.

It makes my heart sore. Making a difference. I love that. That makes my heart sore. And good luck and that's amazing. You can do it. Now on to the story of how my nephew cat, my nephew cat, became a part of my family. I love it. Ever since our childhood cat had passed away, Charlie had been of how my nephew cat became a part of my family. I love it.

Ever since our childhood cat had passed away, Charlie had been bugging my parents to let her get a new cat. At the time, my parents owned a tire store, and one day, one of their employees brought a young cat to work until my dad that he could take the cat if he wanted it. And if not, he would just put it outside his house to feed the coyotes. Um, that's fucked up.

Franklin and Lux, please close your ears. And also in parentheses, I know. So sad and really messed up. He was basically like, you have to take this cat. Take this cat or I'm gonna kill it. Well, my dad made a cage out of a shopping cart in the garage of the tire store and put the cat in there. He then called Charlie and told her he had a cat

that she could have if she wanted it, but he wasn't sure she would because there was something wrong with it. Just FYI, my dad was joking and always makes dark slash messed up jokes about our pets and such, but it's actually a total softy when it comes to animals. And is a huge reason why Charlie and I are such animal lovers and spoil our pets so much. That sounds like my dad too. Yep. He like talks a lot of shit and then he's literally the most, like, my,

like Bailey and him have a bond that no one has ever seen. Like, like no other. Like, no, and he was the first one when John and I wanted to get Bailey, he was like, you know, I don't need to be taken care of a dog. I already had one. I'm not doing this. And now he dies when she comes over. Oh yeah.

And Bailey just like melts into a puddle on top of him. Bailey will smell Papa coming from down the street. I swear to God, I like Bietalina's house when my grandparents come over. Yep. And she also has this specific bark. Like it, she like starts to like squeal when she knows he's here.

It's a literal squeal in her butt wiggle so hard that I'm always scared she's gonna like break a hip. Yeah, she gets so excited. So I totally understand this and pop always goes When the girls were little Elena's girls if you ask them what does papa say they'd go oh That's just some wholesome content that you can't get anywhere else That's just some wholesome content that you can't get anywhere else. Exclusive. But yeah, so Heather, I totally, I know who your dad is now. I get it. I see it.

I totally get it. So yeah, so her dad's a total softy, of course. Of course, Charlie was so excited and rushed to the store to get her new fur baby. She goes to see the cat and what was supposedly wrong with it, but immediately knew that nothing was actually wrong with him. He simply was polydactyl, meaning he has extra toes. He has 28 toes to be exact. What the fuck? How?

Also tied with the world record cat for most toes. Wow. What a freaking honor. That's crazy. That's amazing. And he was given the appropriate name Thumbs. Oh my god. With a Z. She took Thumbs home and they became instant best friends. Oh my god. Well, a little while later, the employee that gave us Thumbs was still working for my parents. And one day, they got the terrible news that this repulsive piece of human garbage had chased down and stopped his ex-girlfriends car with his own and

Shot her in the chest before turning the gun on himself. Oh my they were both pronounced dead after being rushed to a nearby hospital by first responders He took this poor woman away from her loved ones and left their seven-year-old son Parentless. Oh gosh. From what I have gone back and read, they were going through a custody battle at the time over the child, and she was trying to get a paternity test. I'm not sure of all the facts regarding that situation, though, so I cannot speak much on the details. [♪ OUTRO MUSIC PLAYING [♪ My heart breaks for her friends and family, especially for her son.

Oh, me too. Mm-hmm. And I can only hope that they are all thriving now. My dad later told me he got a weird feeling when this employee lost it at work one day and was looking for a reason to fire him at the time. Wow, wow. I know it's really hard to fire someone.

Yeah, I remember when I worked at a salon that was like a really big situation going on and this girl needed to be fired, but my boss who I worked so closely with was like, you don't understand like all the stuff to jump through. Yeah, you have to like talk to lawyers and shit most of the time because it's very easy to turn around and sue for wrongful firing, right? Now that I've probably made you very sad, I will tell you how great Thumbs' life has turned

out after his rough start. He lived in New Mexico for quite a few years before being the biggest, baddest cat in the neighborhood. Charlie and him then moved to Oregon, where he became a calm, sunbathing, plant loving hippie cat. Yes. Where his days running the streets were merely memories. They now live in Hawaii, where he spends his days looking out at his ocean view and

being a loving big brother to his new sister cat. Oh my god! Charlie and I often joke about his past running the streets of New Mexico and saving him from hungry coyotes and residing with a murderous man. Yeah! Thanks so much for reading my story. My sister and I are full of wild stories because New Mexico is a cray cray place to grow up. I believe it.

So maybe we will write you some listener tales together to send in one day. I hope you do or if you already have, I hope we find them. Yes. I pray place to grow up. I believe it. So maybe we will write you some list in our tales together to send in one day. I hope you do, or if you already have, I hope we find them. Yes. Keep it weird, sending you all a ghost hug. You can't feel it, but it's there. Oh, I love you.

Virtual hugs. I love this. PSI attached an article with the murder and a pick of the handsome thumbs. Also, his Instagram is, okay, guys, are you ready? I literally just, did you just see me? Ash just grabbed her phone at Thumbs the cat and that's thumbs T.H. U. M. B. Z

The cat all right, let's see if you can't help but want to see more of this big old pause. Oh my god He's adorable guys go look at thumbs the cat cuz he's and everything you need he is living his best life Oh, I love that he has his own Instagram, so I'm assuming we can post this picture because he hasn't. It's the first picture on his Instagram. Oh! Can I like share it to my Instagram right now?

Yes. Oh my God. Thumbs the cat. Oh, Heather, thank you so much for that. That was so needed. That was so needed. This week has been the most mercury and retrograde week, and it was just like, that just soothed my soul.

Yeah, I'm a Gemini, so ask me how I feel about my true great. It's really messing with a lot of people. It is. I've been listening to the sexy, unique podcast which I've mentioned at a lot. Go listen to it. I know actually you I will like listen to it when I'm in the car with you and I'm always like I need to remember this by myself. It's the Sup podcast like SUP.

It's with Laura Shanghals in Cario Donald. And I follow Cario on Twitter. He's a really good Twitter follow. He's an amazing follow. And I think they're so our people. Yeah, they are. And they've been fighting against Mercury and Retrograde this week. So I feel like I kindred with them.

Yeah. So go listen to them because they're awesome. She has an amazing Patreon too. Oh, really? She has amazing bonus episodes. Oh, perfect. And we donate to it. So I can listen to that too.

Yeah, because I donate to it. But yeah, so just plug it in that because they're really good. I love that. Awesome. They probably don't need our plug, but I mean, whatever. I want to plug no matter what. All right. My next one is called, if I only knew what you would do in the future, written by a brat

child. Hey, weirdos. My name is Brat. This place, I will mention in this story, is a super small community of just 900 people, so even though I no longer live there, I would rather just not put my name on it. I don't, I feel you. Yeah, that's totally understandable. And by no means a writer, but I think you guys will enjoy this particular brand of weird.

My family moved to Gore Oklahoma in 1998. What a name. And that's what drew me into this. I was just gonna say, go, I didn't even know that existed. I didn't either. Gore Oklahoma. As soon as I started, I was like, well, put that into the folder.

Oh, yeah. So I was seven at the time and was already so sad to leave the only place I had ever known for this Backwoods monstrosity. I was the adventurous child. And I didn't mind the woods part as much as I minded by myself most of the time. My mom quickly secured a job at a restaurant

Not far from my new home called the steakhouse. I bet you can't guess what they sold there chicken Yes, obviously to give a small background into why the events and fold it as they did I feel it necessary to start with my new home. The house was on two acres of the house was on two acres and super tiny My dad was a retired Vietnam vet and still suffered lingering effects from his three tours in Vietnam. Wow, yeah, that will do something to you. My dad's a Vietnam vet. Yeah, my grandpa.

Yeah. He was very medicated and would sleep for what seemed like 20 hours a day. He was violent and even though he never hurt me personally, he didn't treat my mother to the same courtesy. He would tell anyone who would listen that quote, there are only two women in my life. I haven't hit my mother to the same courtesy. He would tell anyone who would listen that quote, there are only two women in my life. I haven't hit my mother and my daughter.

Jesus. Wow, that's, oh, quite a proclamation. So he was a peach. This being said, he couldn't hold down a job. So my mom was goofing it on that front. She would go to work and leave me at home, but I was so afraid to wake up my dad that I would make her come get me

and bring me to her job. Brat child, I know. That's not even Brad. I know, that's just sad. Yeah, you were just like nervous. So this is where I met James Kidwell, I believe is how you say it, who at the time was a cook at the steakhouse. Now, Jimmy, as I called him, was kind to me.

He was super tall, like seven foot, excuse me, six foot seven and 209 pounds. And then she wrote parentheses, I looked it up. I was going to say that is a very specific. He was 209 pounds. And then she wrote parentheses, I looked it up. I was gonna say that is a very specific. He was 209 pounds, I think, around about. Yeah, also six foot seven. Yeah. How tall is that camper again?

He was, I don't remember, I'm gonna look it up now. I think he's like right around there. He's a little taller than that, I think. Okay. He may be six eight, I think, I don't know. Anyways, I can remember once that when I was being a kid running oh six nine. Yeah, I can remember once that I was being kid running around the kitchen of this establishment again, Brad Child. He accidentally spilled hot grease from the fire on the back of my legs. Well, like he was so upset, he actually cried when he told my mom what happened. I don't blame him.

I can also remember him picking me up by my feet and swinging me upside down quite a bit. Keep in mind, I did not fear this person as a child. Now to the juicy bit. My mom and I moved away after two years back to our original town and left my dad in Gore. The steakhouse closed its doors and we didn't really think much of it.

Until as a teenager, I was watching forensic files with my mom and James Kidwell showed up as an episode. I asked my mom if this was the same guy because my child brain only vaguely recognized him. She said, yep, I believe so. He had raped and killed a woman in Tulsa.

He also killed her husband or ex-husband. I can't remember, but it doesn't stop there. He torched the house with them inside and then shot the guy who stopped to report the fire. Holy wow! He was arrested obviously because he had went on a date with that poor lady and when she refused to sleep with him He was, oh, and she refused to sleep with him. He was highly recognizable because of his size anyway. Whoa.

You should look him up. He's not a serial killer per se, but he is a crap human. He's in prison without parole, and from what I read, they haven't treated him well. He's lost all of his teeth. He only had 14 to start with. And he tried to apply for dentures,

but they declined his application because he eats just fine and has gained 50 pounds, so they didn't want to use taxpayer money on him. And to that, I say, thank you, you stingy bitches. Anyway, I had no way of knowing the same gentle giant of my childhood would be capable of something so horrendous. It's not even the only story I have of meeting a killer, but that's another ballgame. Write another email. Oh, okay. LOL, I hope you enjoyed this story. I love listening to you both, and even if you don't pick this, I'm glad I got to tell

someone who wouldn't judge me, like it's contagious or something, for being in close contact with these crap humans. Keep it weird, but not so weird that you totally just use all, oh my god, I got started over. But not so weird that you totally just lose all common decency and turn from the jelly green giant into the psychomurdering giant of nightmares. Never keep it that weird. Thanks for reading.

Wow. That's not. I also just looked it up real quick in the first article that came, said toothless murder or loses bid for dentures. That was the first thing that the came up. Wow. Wow.

All right. I want to see him. There it is. That's nuts. That's nuts. Toothless murder, that's fucked up. Wow, thank you, Brad. You're welcome.

Thank you, little Brad. Thank you, little Brad. That's truly outrageous. Oh, wow, he's like terrifying. Truly, truly, truly, truly, truly outrageous. Truly, truly, truly, I cannot. That's nuts. Wow.

Oh, wow, he really changed. He sure did. And from 2004 to 2018, he really changed. He sure did. And from 2004 to 2018, he looks like a totally different person. So my next one is going to be called Murder Conviction Without a Body. Oh! Okay. Hi Elena Nash.

Hello. My name is Megan. And I'm just saying what she said. And I'm ready to tell you the story of what happened to my cousin, Courtney Hogue. Hogue? Hogue? Hogue, right? Courtney was born about nine months before me, so we were essentially Irish twins, but

of the cousin sort. We spent the first nine or so years of our lives living not far from each other in Long Beach, California, where we spent summers at the beach and swimming in our grandmother's pool. We attended school and girl scouts together, had sleepovers all the time, and spent every holiday with each other's families. We were inseparable. If I wore pink, she wore purple. If my baby doll had blonde hair, hers had brown hair.

You get the idea. The summer before sixth grade, my family moved from Southern California to this Pacific Northwest, and Courtney and I grew apart. The summer before sixth grade, my family moved from Southern California to this Pacific Northwest. And Courtney and I grew apart. While I was focused on academics and performing arts, she drifted towards the wrong crowd and wound up getting pretty heavily into drugs. It broke my heart. And while I tried to keep in contact through letters and phone calls, we quickly realized

we had less and less in common. I hate when that happens. I know. Everybody's like, you know, a lot of people have had that happen, so I totally... Even just with like close friends. Yeah, just like drifts. You realize you're just not the same people anymore. By the time I graduated high school in 2002, I hadn't heard from her in quite some time. I joined the military, badass, shortly therefore thereafter and moved frequently because that's

life in the military. And by 2009, I was stationed in Kodiak, Alaska, about a week before my birthday and September that year. My mom called me at my desk, something she rarely did unless it was an emergency, and asked if I was sitting down. Uh-oh. That's never good. I could tell she was upset. She told me that she had just heard from my uncle, her younger brother, that they think that Courtney had been killed by her boyfriend. Oh, no. I collapsed. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I quickly booked a fight home to meet up with my mom in Washington, and then a fight for both of us to fly to California to meet up with my aunts, uncle, and grandfather. As it turns out, at a party a couple of weeks

before, a few of Courtney's friends were there. One of them looked visibly upset, so her friend asked what was wrong, and she said that she had just come back from Arizona where she thought she saw Courtney dead in a hotel room. What? And that it was a man named Christopher Russo's fault. Her friend said she had to tell someone.

Where are you out of party? It's like, I think I saw someone dead, and I think I know exactly who's fault it is. But here I am at this party. What the fuck? That's party, I guess. Like, what the fuck? That's so messed up.

Well, her friend said she had to tell someone. Good friend. But the friend said she was too scared that Christopher would do something to her if she told the police. Oh, that's horrible. Yeah. Yeah.

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Instead, she wrote a written confession and turned it over to her friend, along with a plastic tub of Courtney's clothes. It's very bizarre. That tub contained bloody clothing and a man's glove. What the fuck? I'm sorry, what? The friend immediately took it to my uncle who informed police and then called my mom and grandfather. My aunt, her mom, still didn't know. Oh my god. What? When my mom and I landed in Long Beach, we met up with my uncle, grandfather, and my mom's middle sister to go tell my aunt what had happened to her daughter. Oh no. When she opened the door and saw of us, she knew

immediately what was going on. She told us that it wasn't strange for Courtney to go missing for weeks on end and that this was the longest she had been gone. She told us that it wasn't strange for Courtney to go missing for weeks on end and that this was the longest she had been gone. She said she hadn't seen Courtney in almost two months. She told us that she'd come home from work one day in July to find her house was a complete mess with tables and chairs overturned and random objects scattered about. Her dog was visibly shaking. No, and there was a small trail of blood leading from the bedroom to the front door. What is happening? Wait, and why did nothing happen? I'm so stressed out.

Okay, the next sentence. Apparently, this was a common occurrence in Courtney and Christopher's relationship. No, that's not a comment. That's not okay. Like, oh my god. I'm so stressed out. But it's like, what is the mom supposed to do? Like, this is her adult daughter. Well, that's what this is awful. This is's like, what is the mom supposed to do? Like this is her adult daughter. Well, that's what adults are awful.

This is, wow, this is a gutter. What a terrible situation to be in. He was very controlling and often tried to limit her contact with anyone, especially men. This comes into play as a factor in her death because Christopher was jealous of her relationship with another man, Juan Arrozco? Arrozco?

Yeah. She was also present at the time of Courtney's death. Or who was also pregnant? I was like, what? I just said pregnant. Thank you. So this person was also present at the time of Courtney's death, excuse me. From what I was told, the written confession from Courtney's friend described how she had met Christopher in Courtney at a hotel in Temp, where she had allowed Courtney to use her phone. When Christopher found out that she had told her mom where she was, he lost his temper and essentially beat the life out of her. What?

Ah, he demanded that her friend leave, which she did for a few hours to give him time to cool off. Her friend didn't know Courtney was dead at this point. And when she returned to the hotel room, Courtney appeared to be asleep on the floor, but there was blood all around her. Like that's not Christopher. Oh, Christopher handed her friend the bin with her clothes and told her to leave. Much of the story is detailed in the notes from Christopher's appeal, where she links below. Wow. By the time my mom and I made it to California, Christopher was already in jail in Orange County

on a drug charge. So he had a wha- wha- wha- wha. So he had, we had to wait a while for him to be extradited to Arizona for his murder trial. Although the Maricopa County Police conducted a thorough search of the area, they were unable to locate Courtney's body. It is assumed that Christopher dumped her in the Arizona desert.

Oh my god. And by the time it was brought to anyone's attention, it had been months, so her body was either lost to the elements or animals. That being said, it took almost five years for Rousseau to be brought to trial for what he did to Courtney and Juan. On September 3, 2014, he was found guilty of felony kidnapping, pre-meditated murder, and felony murder. And then she links it. He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. Since then, he has tried to appeal his conviction, and a completely revolting Facebook page has been set up, honestly, Facebook is the worst for everything. It's just pool. It has been set up in support of his appeal

and is named at free Christopher Russo. What the fuck? As the date of this email, the page has over 5,600 followers. Here's a link to his 2016 appeal, which contains details of what really happened that day. And much to my delight shows that his appeal was officially denied.

Good, thank you guys. We've since had a memorial for Courtney, really happened that day. And much to my delight shows that his appeal was officially denied. Good. Thank you, guys. We've since had a memorial for Courtney, but her mom still struggles with finding closure without having her body. I can't imagine. I always say that whenever we cover cases where the body is missing, it's always the worst that Ashley Young case does immediately pops in my head. Yeah, because it's two separate things to grief. You're grieving the death of your child and then the fact that you have no idea where this baby is that you

brought into the world. Yeah. And what's happening to like I can't sell them that it's too much. We all are so angered that someone could take her away from us like that and it breaks my heart that my aunt has lost her baby. I've lost one of my best friends, even though we had our differences, I still look back at our shared childhood with fond baby. I've lost one of my best friends. Even though we had our differences, I still look back at our shared childhood with fondness. I've attached some pictures of us together, twinning, I'm the one with the straight blonde hair

and doing Girl Scout stuff. This is how I remember her. I'm not sure if this is enough of a story for a full episode, but I hope that you consider featuring it somehow, because her story is one that shouldn't be forgotten. Amidst the judgment and criticism of Rucho, Rucho's quote unquote fan base on Facebook.

And I hope that one day he comes to his senses and tells us where she is so that we can have a proper burial for her. Thank you so much. I love you guys. Your podcast has gotten me through some of the darkest times. And I am truly grateful for your sisterhood. Oh, take care.

Oh, just nice. I just just like heart like that grabbed my soul. Like that entire thing. Honestly, thank you for sharing that with us. And we're so sorry that you lost your car. That's horrific. Like that, that's horrific. And honestly, I can, let's all send good vibes

that he comes to a senses and says where she is because what is the point? Besides torturing a family more. That's just somebody that's super sick. Exactly, but like not sick in a way. You know what it, you know what? Yeah, exactly. That's so messed up.

That's awful. All right. You guys were adorable. I know. You guys are like, I can't. Like she was beautiful. Oh, she really was. Okay.

This next one is called Yeet Shot in the Chesticle. Yeah, so we'll bring it back up, I suppose. I don't know, maybe. It's Megan's Yeet. With that line. All right, so hello, my name is Amy. Sounds like Amy, because it's Amy with a Y. Oh, there you go.

I think she said we can use her last name. Yeah, her last name is Swartz. Almost 14 years ago, I woke up in the hospital after being shot. I can tell you what being shot feels like. Wow! It does not initially hurt. It feels like a lot of pressure and very hot.

The pain comes when the adrenaline decreases and your brain finally realizes what has happened. In my situation, the pain finally came back when people showed up to help me. It was like my brain told my body, it's okay to feel now, and felt I did. That makes so much sense. Also, already you've written this beautifully.

Yeah, you have. I've told this story several times, but I've never written it down. The only written record of this are the newspaper articles found online, many in which are wrong because the writer pierced together, excuse me, piece together, their own story, or only heard his side of the story, as if his side of the story actually mattered. own story or only heard his side of the story as if his side of the story actually mattered. I was shot with a 357 revolver May 4th, 2007 by my even at that time ex-boyfriend Dustin Dinkers and Missoula Montana. Please use all names if you didn't want to be called out,

don't fucking do bad things. It was just a month before my 21st birthday June 2nd ash. I'm a Gemini too and a very true one at that What what? The bullet went through my left palm out my wrist through my left breast Went between my sternum and my heart through my liver my diaphragm and my right lung Before stopping between my ribs and skin underneath my right armpit. Wow. What? Wow.

The fuck? Oh my, I need a second. Wow. That is insane. Wow. Ah. Doctors later cut the bullet out and inserted a drainage tube in the same location. For reference, a 357 bullet is exactly the width I have between my heart and sternum.

I often wonder how I am alive. That is like... That's a huge bullet. That's some kind of universe intervention there. Oh, seriously. That is the exact... Wow. Wow.

That's nuts. I'm just shocked. Dusty and I dated for about two years prior to that night. We met during our freshman year of college. I regret so much of that for so many reasons being shot set aside. We moved in together way too quickly. The story of those two years is very similar to every domestic abuse case. He threatened me and my family every time we fought. He isolated me for my friends and my family. Told me when I was getting fat, told me that I should be

a blonde, had an online girlfriend at one point. Just your run of the mill over-controlling piece of garbage that thinks the world owes him and he owns you. This is horrible. He sounds awesome. I do not think I need to go into too much detail. I sadly everyone knows that story. Fast forward to March 2007. I had been looking for a way out of this relationship for a while.

I would get out and he would rope me back in. Somehow the star is aligned and my best friend's roommate was moving out of their apartment. I took that opportunity to move in with her. Honestly, I don't remember much about that. I moved my stuff into my roommates apartment, yet to my roommates apartment, and he moved in with one of his classmates. He was still in college, sadly I was not. I had almost flunked out due to him. I failed psych 101 because he wouldn't allow me to go to my midterm test or my final this semester before. All too familiar a story for some. This guy's like horrific. This is horrible. He played many mind games with me, um, the month of April. His grandpa

passed away and he called me yelling at me asking why I didn't go to the funeral. Well, that same time, my best friend, Slash Remate's cousin, a guy we all went to school with, was killed in Iraq by an IED. Is that how you say that? Yeah. I was singing at his funeral the day of his grandpa's funeral. He then got pissed at me for not including him in that. He would show up to our apartment to straw and sad, asking me just to sit with him.

I did for a couple times, but eventually told him he needed to move on. I do believe he was stalking me for a couple weeks. I even went as far as looking for footprints in the flower box outside my window. All my senses were telling me something was going to get buried. Something was going to go very wrong. Hey there, fellow podcast listener! It's Elena. And Ash!

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Follow the rewatcher, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen early and add free on the Amazon Music or Wondery app. Darn, pre-gaming for Cinco to Mayo, oh my god, one of my favorite holidays, and just having fun hanging out. It had been so long since I was allowed to hang out with my friends. Because two of us were not 21 yet, I borrowed an idea that said I was 27 from a neighboring small town, ironically matching my best friend's borrowed ID, saying she was 28 and from that same small town. Those IDs looked nothing like us, but they worked.

We were really ready for a fun night. I have to say, I looked smoke in that night. I had on my tight jeans with three-inch platforms. I had to, since my borrowed ID said that I was a lot taller than I was. A black leased tank with a white button up over the top and a black leather jacket. Ooh.

Oh, girl! Oh, okay. What's gonna say? And she said, my makeup was spot on and I had a great hair today. Good for you. The stars were aligning. I just had that in there.

While out drinking margaritas at the local Mexican restaurant, I started to get a lot of text messages from Dusty. They were starting to sound frantic and crazy so I quit responding. He then replied with, your dog is in the pound. Since my apartment didn't allow dogs, he had to take the dog he gave me for my birthday the year before,

all part of the control. He used that dog as a pawn many, many times. The last time was this night. Oh, that's so mean. The mind controls. Say your dog is in the pound. Because he knows that's what's gonna get you. Yeah, answer. That's so fucked.

This is where it gets a little confusing. Apparently, he still had a key and stole my car. I had not registered or insured it as I was walking to work and I didn't want to spend the money. While driving around in my car, he got pulled over for no registration or insurance. And he received tickets for this in the amount of $200,

so he said, my friends and I were at another bar when I got the call. I told them I'd be right back, I had to take care of this. I walked out of the bar, still on the phone with him. I told him I would get the tickets and pay them if he just left me alone. He said he was in the parking lot of the place I worked. It was only two blocks, so I walked down. He, of course, was walking up the street also.

My phone rang. It was his mother telling me dustyy was in a bad place, and I just needed to talk to him. You know what? Like, no. It's not her responsibility to talk your son down. No, it's not anybody's responsibility. And you should, that's not cool. No. To put that on someone else.

No, it's not. He saw that I was on the phone, grabbed it, ran back to my stolen car, shut the door, and locked himself in. I tried to open the door, telling him to give me my phone. I saw him going through my recent calls and contact lists. I turned around and said, I turned around and said, just take my phone, I don't care anymore.

I heard the door open, I turned back around and said, give me my, at this point, I felt so much pressure in my hand in my chest. It felt so hot like my skin was burning. I looked down and didn't see anything. I asked, did you just shoot me with a blint? Did you shoot me? I stayed standing there the entire time and thinking,

is this what it feels like to be shot? It can't be, it doesn't hurt. I started to walk, I stepped over a parking block. When my foot hit the ground, I felt pressure in my back. Ooh. Looking down again, I felt pressure in my back. Ooh. Looking down again, I didn't see anything on my chest, but my left hand felt hot and wet. The black leather sleeve was hanging over my hand,

so I couldn't see anything wrong. I saw something drip and I knew it wasn't good. I started screaming. I've been shot. Someone please help me. Oh my god, this must be the, I'm like, feeling this. This is so crazy. I saw someone running into the elx lodge across the street. No one was going to help me. Oh my god, this must be the, I'm like, feeling this. This is so crazy. I saw someone running into the elx lodge across the street.

No one was going to help me. Everyone was scared for themselves. Oh my god. That must be the loneliest feeling in the entire world. In the most helpless feeling. He opened the back door of the car and told me to get in. I started to and then I thought, no, I have to get out. He'll drop me off in the woods,

either killing me the rest of the way, or I'll die bleeding out. I still couldn't feel or see anything. I got out of the car, pushing him away. I saw blood on my hand from my hand on the car seat. I knew it was bad at this point. I started yelling help for help again. Someone helped me. I've been shot. Four people came out of nowhere to help me. Oh, good. Seriously. Someone could please show up. Have a good Samaritan. I later found out it was two young couples that had just graduated college. Side note, recently one of them has reached out to me. Feels so good to make life long friends

in strange situations. Heroes. They asked me where I was shot. I said, I think my chest and something's wrong with my hand. The ladies helped me on the ground. One of the guys took off his flannel to put it on my chest and the other went to talk to Dusty, who at that point was up against the brick wall with the gun to his head. Oh, wow.

I, can you imagine having to intervene in the situation? This is the situation. The situation is terrifying. I put my hand above my head knowing it was bleeding. At that point, I saw him with the gun to his head, said, shoot yourself, you motherfucker. I then saw my hand. The muscle was protruding out of my hand.

My breathing was becoming a little bubbly, and I thought I can't die. Our small town, my family and friends cannot handle the death of another young person. I am like, this is emotional. It really didn't take long for the ambulance to show up. My phone call list suggests that I was shot between 1115 and 1118.

The ambulance record indicates it showed up at 1137. Wow. And remember the paramedics talking to me, because I can start small talk with anyone and everyone. I said, my friends are paramedic, and they asked who it was. Turns out the lady paramedic was the teacher of the class in which my friend and the other paramedic on the ambulance that night were students.

Oh my God! They knew him. And called him telling him he should come to the hospital. Thank goodness for small communities. The paramedics asked for my ID. I had to tell them I was not the girl in my pocket. Oh, my name was Amy. Again, thank goodness for all the small town communities.

The ambulance ride was short. I remember complaining about a pain in my shoulder. I remember profusely apologizing for complaining. Oh my God. At that point, breathing was getting a bit harder and my hand felt numb. That must be so scary. Stiff, tingly, hot, lots of pressure. The pain in my shoulder and back continued to get worse

and my chest no longer burned. I remember being in the emergency room. They injected me with the stuff for the MRI or CAT scan, whichever one. They told me I would stuff for the MRI or CAT scan, whichever one. They told me I would feel a hot sensation like I was peeing, but assured me I was not, in which I responded, good, that would be embarrassing, considering I'm complaining so much already.

Oh, I love that she's like, I'm so sorry for complaining. I love her. I've been shot. Amazing. Then they told me I was about to go into a little chamber and it might be tight. I responded with, it looks like a tanning bed. Will it tan me too?

Oh my god, what a hot shit! I love it. The next thing I remember is being told to count down from 10. I then woke up to my paramedic friend in the ICU telling me I was going to be okay. He was crying, telling me he loved me, and everything was going to be okay. I love your paramedic friend. Oh my god. That was 13 years ago today as I write this to you.

13 years ago, I just got like complete goosebumps. Yeah. 13 years ago right now, I was lying in the ICU, getting ready to be transported to a normal hospital room. When I got to my normal hospital room, so many of my friends and family were there, which was amazing to me. This all happened in one town and my friends and family lived in another town about an hour and a half away. When news got out that this happened, everyone came. There were also more flowers than I

think I had ever seen before. To this day, the smell of lilies makes me smile, tear up, and think about how many people were thankful that I was alive. I found out the two couples that helped me that night also helped my friends and family. They went to the store and bought them food and drinks knowing they would need it. I'm about to cry. What a beauty. I spent six days in the hospital.

Overall, my hospital stay was quite pleasant. Everyone was so nice and caring. I didn't look at my hand for a couple of weeks. The thought of what it looked like terrified me. But the doctor assured me when I was ready to go on dates, I could turn my hand over and no one would ever know. Oh my God. That's adorable.

He was right. It just looks like I had an Arleigh surgery. My insides hurt the most. Yeah, my insides hurt the most. I could not sit up on my own. I could not laugh too hard or cry. All the pressures hurt. Laying down her, staying still hurt, sitting hurt,

moving her, the anesthesia made me throw up. That felt like I was ripping my insides out one by one, which then made me cry and hurt even more. For a few years afterwards, anytime I ran or did too many sit-ups, my insides would remind me of the incident. I think the worst part, however, was the feeling I got from taking the morphine while in the hospital and the, oh, in the percussed at home. Those drugs made me feel out of my mind loopy. They raised my anxiety and altered my mood. I didn't take those for long. Like I said, once your body knows you'll be okay

is when it allows you to feel. Also, I had to be on morphine and percussette once for breaking my pelvis and it makes you feel insane. It's terrible. It's not fun. The morphine, you'll get like so, so sick. Oh yeah. I got incredibly sick when I took fun. And the morphine, you'll get like so so sick. Oh, yeah. I got incredibly sick when I took that. That stuff will kill you. Yeah. Dusty spent a year in county jail

before pleading guilty to deliberate, mitigated homicide and getting five years in prison with 65 years probation. Wow. That's right. Only five years in prison for trying to murder someone. I always get so fucking mad at that. Because it's like, it's just cause it failed. Right, like that. I can't. He also got time served.

He ended up spending only two years in county jail. So he only spent three years in prison. He had to pay me 2500 restitution for a few odds and ends. They say money can't buy happiness. Well, that measly amount actually bought a lot of anger and resentment. Yeah. I don't blame you. I ended up paying most of my hospital bills.

The fact that she had to pay her hospital bills. You shouldn't even have to pay a dollar. No. Although some entities either donated to them or just wiped them away from being what circumstances they were. Why do I sometimes feel I was being punished for living? For real? Honestly. People always say, I'm so sad that happened to you.

I respond, I'm not. It had to happen. It was the only way he would leave me alone. And better he shoot me and I live than I shoot him and he dies. I'd be the one in prison. I don't want to go to prison. I'll blame you. Since then, yes, I was able to get back into college.

Yes. I have two bachelor's and a master's degree and a decent job that I enjoy. Oh my God. My master's degree. I know. I left hand kind of sucks. I have no feeling in my thumb and two fingers. It likes to curl up when it's cold

and I constantly drop things. My lung capacity isn't great, but I'm able to hike and pass the pack test for wild land firefighting. Both, oh my God. What? Stop. You are literally aing. Both, oh my God. What? Stop. You are literally a badass.

Like, wow. Wow. Both huge accomplishments for me. Oh, yeah, for anyone. Yeah, like what? My diaphragm only reminds me of its wounds when I drink alcohol. I tend to get the hiccups a lot.

The big body shaking, loud hiccups that people think they need to cut me off from the booze. Depending on how much I've had to drink, I'll tell them the story. They usually buy me another drink and apologize. I tend to talk with my hands, thankfully, which is why that bullet didn't go through my heart. My hands slowed it down.

Ooh, I see she was talking. She was like, I need to get me my phone, like, and that's why she was shot in the hand. Wow. So sometimes I forget I'm holding a drink and talking with my hands, dropping the drink and making yet another scene.

At this point, all one can do is make the best of things. My friend's joke may the fourth be with me, as oh yeah, because she was shot at me the fourth, as my hand stopped a bullet from doing more damage. I joke about my leather jacket and Kelvin Klein push up from saving me, amazing, saving my life that night. Kelvin Klein may be able to double market those bras.

Hell yeah. I'm an avid vivid dreamer, but I've only had about three dreams regarding the situations. Loud noises do make me jump, and sometimes guns are hard to be around. Obviously. Yeah, that's gonna imagine. I was diagnosed with PTSD.

I think they're wrong. I have a very bubbly, upbeat personality, though being a true Gemini that does flip on occasion. I do have a hard time with relationships, but don't worry about it. Whatever happens happens. Okay, I totally thought that your friend that showed up in the ICU was like,

gonna be your man. I know, I totally thought that. Especially when she was like 13 years ago. I was like, and then you guys really saw her love. I don't think so. That's okay. It's okay. Yeah, the story's great regardless.

Like I've said, this is my side of the story. There's a lot of speculation that can be made, like why he was so jealous that night. Ultimately, I don't care, and I don't spend my time thinking about that. It all just sounds like justification for a very poor decision made on his behalf. Yeah, it doesn't matter why he was jealous. No, nothing justifies that. Shooting somebody. Keep in mind, he transported that gun from his house in a vehicle to my apartment,

then took that gun from his vehicle and placed it in my vehicle that he stole and drove around town in. Exactly. His reasoning for wanting me dead doesn't fucking matter. Nope. I now live by the motto,

you do not have to forgive and forget. You must remember and recover because fuck forgiving someone who tried to murder me. Yeah, and I'll be damned. If I ever forget the night I was almost murdered. Wow. I love her so much. She is such a bad idea. I love that.

You must remember and recover. I'm going to tell that to everybody. And you have no obligation to forgive. No, I forget. No, and people are always like, you have to forgive for yourself. No, you don't. You don't have to.

There's plenty of people that don't forgive for what you did. Yeah, if you don't feel like you want to forgive, you don't have to. No, it's all up to you. Thank you for reading my story. I'm very excited to have you, Gell's, read it. Overall, this is a happy story. I'm OK. You ladies get to tell my story publicly for the first time

and I get to tell you what it feels like to be shot. That's a win-win, win, right? Take it away, Ash. Keep it so weird, but not so weird that you let this motherfucker ruin the rest of your life and not joke about your Calvin Klein-Patted bra. Yes! Oh my God, Amy! What a freaking warrior!

Seriously. That was amazing. Wow. That was truly, truly amazing. I also love that everybody showed up for you. Wow. I love that. I love that so much.

That was, like, That was so emotional. Oh, it was. I'm trying to say, I'm like, we should end, I guess, on a pair normal. What about this one, skeet away from a murderer? Is that one good? Is that one good? I think that's a good one, actually.

Is that one good enough to be good? Is that one good? I'm totally kidding. Let me see. All right, let's do skeet away from a murderer. Okay. Hi, Elena and Ash. Thanks for doing the amazing work's do ski it away from a murderer. Okay. High-elane, Ann Ash. Thanks for doing the amazing work you do.

You rock. Thank you. I started listening to your podcast a few months ago and have almost caught up. You keep me company during my 10-hour shifts at a machine shop. Ooh. Only downside is that I work at a night shift and the whole place is almost empty. Sounds like a dream. Then I'll have to drive home in the middle of the night through the empty town and right

past a prison. Okay. By the way, I live behind a cemetery. Wow. Need have to drive home in the middle of the night through the empty town and right past a prison. Okay, by the way, I live behind a cemetery. Wow. Needless to say, I drive home every night. Like demons were following me. Fortunately, the drive is only seven minutes. So my name is Sarah. Or Sarah, it's two A's.

I know, I've never seen Sarah like that. I like it either way. I like it a lot. You can might use my name because I don't have anything to hide. Looks like. All right. I live in Washington, pretty close to Seattle. I was born a lot. You can use my name because I don't have anything to hide. Looks like. Alright. I live in Washington, pretty close to Seattle. I was born in Finland and moved to the US with my family when I was 18.

Let me tell you that I'm the oldest of nine children. I know you think that's crazy, but hey, my dad is one of 14 kids. By the way, big families are definitely not a normal thing in Finland. That's a huge family. Anyway, let's get to my story about how I skied away from a possible murder and was stupid are definitely not a normal thing in Finland. That's a huge family. Anyway, let's get to my story about how I skied away from a possible murder and was stupid enough to go back. This all happened when I was about 16.

Six years have passed and I hope I now have, then I got my brains back. My family lived in the middle of Finland in a relatively big city. Actually not that big, but big for a small country. I love that thought process, that just went... It was big. You know what, that was not big. Our neighborhood was right to the edge of the city, and behind that was just woods and some more woods.

And of course, there were a couple of lakes because Finland is just filled with woods and lakes. Saying Finland is just filled is like... It is, like... There was a path in the woods for jogging, biking and whatnot. In winter, there was a ski trail for cross-country skiing. I love cross-country skiing, and when skiing almost every day until the snow melted, of course, I used that path because it was right behind our house.

Part of the path had lights, but I skied everywhere. There's not a lot of sun and Finland during the winter months, or actually, you don't see that precious sun at all for a couple months. So it was really dark as sin, and I had a headlamp to light my way. Wow, that's nuts. You're about us. Always fine, I enjoyed my skiing workout and the fresh air. My mom was a little worried that I'd hurt myself in the dark.

I promised to always carry my phone. Now that I think about it, my phone was mostly dead. Same. Some big brain time. She did the smiley face with the layers. to always carry my phone. Now that I think about it, my phone was mostly dead. Same. Same. Some big brand, some big brain time. She did the smiley face with the layers, with the glasses. I started seeing a creepy man on the part of the path that didn't have lights. No. No, no, no.

No, no. No, no, no. He was slowly walking on the side of the path, almost hidden in the woods. No. I'm leaving. Once he came closer and started talking to me, I don't remember what he said, but that doesn't matter. The disturbing thing was that he spoke in the first place. How dare he?

FYI, in Finland, you do not talk to strangers and stay away far away from people. Can I come to Finland? I know, that's my motto. My heart went crazy and I flew past him like my skis had rocket engines attached. I decided not to go that way anymore, smart. A week later, I woke up to seeing news of a murder.

Young woman, a young woman had been found on the path just a mile from my home, raped and murdered. Oh gosh. That was the spot where I flew past the creepy guy. Now my mom was really worried of me going skiing down that path. I told her I would only stay on the lighted parts and not go in the directions where the murder happened. Oh my god, I would be crazy. I'd be like, no you're not.

My mom wasn't happy at all. But I sneaked out and went skiing on the path where a murder happened the day before. Girl. I guess skiing was more important than safety. That's what she said. Yeah, yeah. I continued skiing and nothing happened. There were at least two reported rapes in the, oh my god,

nothing happened. But then there were at least two reported rapes in the area during the next month or so. Wow. But the dumbass bitch I am, I continued skiing like nothing had happened. I don't know where I left my brains. I said, were they in your helmet? Something happened. About a month later, I was again going skiing, but suddenly

didn't feel like going. I'm not sure why I didn't go, but I ended up playing Mario, super smash brothers with my brothers. That's iconic. The very next morning, I found out that there was another murder. Again, a young woman was found raped and murdered on the path, but this time it was even closer to my home and on the part where I skied every day. I almost shit my pants. The murder had happened around 7pm and that's when I usually went skiing. If I was skiing that night, I would have seen the murder or gotten murdered. Oh, that's terrifying.

I guess I would have most likely been the victim. I stopped skiing for that whole winter. Smart choice at last. It was March and the snow was melting anyways, but honestly, I was just too scared to go on that path. The next year I lived in Germany and then moved to the US. I never got a chance to go skiing again on that path. I'm glad I didn't, because knowing me,

I would have gotten back, gone back the very next year. As far as I know, the case is still open and no one has been charged with those murders. That's terrifying. And you were still gonna go back? I'm stressed. I'm pretty sure that the creepy man knows something but the police were not able to find him.

My Google search didn't give me any information and I have to stay not knowing what happened. No, that's not true. The creepy guy is still in the area. I've been, he's been quiet for a few years. I'm glad to be the 4,650, I'm glad to be the 4,650 miles from that place in West Coast, Washington, where, quote unquote,

nothing ever happens. Congrats for finishing the novel. I'd jump the moon if you were to read this on the podcast, we'll get to jump in. Jump, jump, jump. I might write you some other novels of life, like my haunted home, please do, that almost killed me.

Oh yeah, I need to. I need to. I need to. I need it. I need it. I need it. Keep up with the awesome work and keep it weird, but not so weird that you go skiing on a path

where bad shit happens, but you don't care because skiing is more important than life. You're a fellow weirdo, weirdo, Sarah. Or a Sara. It is more important than life. Wow. Your fellow weirdo, weirdo, Sarah. Or Sara. Is more important than life. Wow. That listener tails bunch was bananas. What a roller coaster that just took us through.

We did a lot of true crime in that one. That one was much more heavy true crime. Yeah. Well last night we did like a bunch of dead brides, so I guess we needed some true crime. Wow, sir. night we did like a bunch of dead brides, so I guess we needed some true crime. Wow, sir. Holy. That was crazy.

Damn. Thank you guys for sending those in and all. For anybody in there, so I was like, maybe I'll send you my other one, please do. Do it. Send the other one, do it. Because you're all amazing. These are all great.

Please send us more. And make sure you title them, listen to our tales and whatever you want to name them. Yes. Because that's always fun. And we always love, I mean, like a good subject line will pull us right in. Who doesn't love a great subject line? All these subject lines, like yeet,

shop and the chesticle, murder conviction without a body. My sister got her extra toiled cat, that toiled, my extra toed cat from a murderer, and skeed away from a murderer. Yeah, you can't, I mean, what didn't read those? If I only knew what you would do in the future written by a brat child. I mean, that all drew us a perfection.

I mean, if you use the word eat in your thing, I'm definitely gonna read it, so. It's true, she is. So thank you so much, guys. You rock, keep sending these in. Hopefully you get to see the cat on the Instagram. Yes, go find Thumbs with a Z the Cat. Yeah, and I think I feel like because it's a public thing,

we can post the picture of the cat. Yeah, we're gonna post him. I'll message an ask. He's beautiful. I love him. I love him. Well, go on over to Instagram. At morbid podcast.

And it's up on Twitter. At a morbid podcast. Send us a Gmail. morbidpodcast. edgmail.com. We hope you're keep listening.com we hope you keep listening and we hope you keep it we're but not so worth you think that skiing is more important than not getting murdered because like you definitely don't want to get murdered on a schedule because like nobody would find you and that'd be really scary and not

so weird that like you hang out with in the kitchen with like a guy that's gonna murder people in the future not so weird that like you get your cat from a murder because like wow but like hopefully they have as many toes as that cat because that cat is keeping it weird. That's a weird thing that happened at a party and you think you know somebody that was murdered or that. Don't keep it that weird. And that's a weird that you get shot in the chesticle.

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