My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 209

Episode Date: January 11, 2021

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To my favorite murderer. The mini-soad. It's mini. There you go. Here's a little podcast. Let me tell you a story. It's going to draw your eye away from current events and delve you into a world that's less scary.

It's true crime. 25 minutes of not doom scrolling, and then you're right back into it. Do you want to go first this week? Oh! Did you change it up? My goodness, sure. I'd love to. Wait, would you always love to and you just offer it to me?

I don't give a shit. Ever. Great. Good fucking thank God, because it's been five years. No. Um, my great, great grandfather was a murderer. Explanation mark. Okay.

Hey Karen, Georgia, Steven, and all pets. I'm 13. And my mom got me hooked on your podcast during quarantine. Mom. Mom. Mom. Please. We need to talk to you in the hallway.

Yes. I am one of those young murderinos and all my friends think I'm super weird. Yay. Since I've started listening, I've debated whether or not to send these stories, but just, but I decided I should. I was looking through old photo albums one day and came across a really old photo dating back to the 1890s. Oh, I thought she was going to fucking say 2003.

Thank God. I was going to slap her through her earphones. No, we're in the 1890s. Right. From this, this 13 year old knows what they're talking about. That's right. From my dad's side of the family. I asked him about who it was and how he related to the people.

He casually replied that the woman was his great-grandmother, Inez, and her husband, Raphael. Inez is a great name, isn't it? Inez, yep. Then he. This is Paco and his wife, Inez. Inez. That's from Peewee's big adventure, everyone.

That's right. That's right. There's no basement in there. There's no basement in the Alamo. He then goes on to say that Inez's father had killed her mother. I sat in shock for about a full second before demanding that he tell me the story. Oh, you little 13-year-old. That's a 13-year-old going to write.

That's right. Actually, it's a really well-written email. The story goes that when Inez was about one years old, she was living in Scotland with her father and mother. Her father was very jealous and possessive and wouldn't allow the mother to be gone from his side for long. Her mother had decided that she would take the baby to see her side of the family, and so she got on a carriage without telling her husband.

The ride was a long one, and so when she was going to arrive home from her trip, it had been a full day. She arrived back home with Inez in her arms, and when she walked through the door, she was promptly shot. Turns out that Inez's father thought her mother was having an affair and that she'd been out with him all day. To punish her, he shot her with her one-year-old Inez in her arms. Oh, God.

Inez's mother died, and the family of Inez's mother were very worried that the father would end up killing her too, so they changed her last name. Then the family sent her out on the next ship to the Americas with a couple of servants escorting her. She ended up in Mexico, and her last name was changed again to Stark. Due to how long ago this occurred and the fact that her name was changed twice, my family has no information on what her actual last name was and what her father and mother's names were.

So she just fucking got sent away, and they lost track of it. Some powerful grandmother was like, no more this, and then... And then think of how expensive probably that boat ride was, but yet she sent the servants along too. So it's like... If you have servants in the 1800s, you probably own that boat, right? That's right. Out of my way, they say.

Is they bring baby Inez on board? And then it says... Baby Inez on board, it has a little sticker on the back of the boat. Poor baby. Stop it. We also have a great creepy neighbor story. At our previous house, our next door neighbor was an elderly single man. He was nice enough to us, but didn't go out of the house often.

My dad wanted to cut down some bushes that separate our houses and ask the neighbor one day if it was okay... if he was okay with us cutting them down. He said to my dad, I don't care. Those are old bushes, and I like young bush, if you know what I mean. It says in all caps, gag. Anyway, thanks for keeping me entertained during quarantine, stay sexy, and don't get murders. Z-I-W-N.

Z-I-T-A. It's Z-I-R-A-H-U-E-N, and then they spelled it phonetically Z-E-E-D-A-W-H-E-N, so Z-I-W-N, I think. Is the entire first name? Yeah. Whoa. Yeah, it's cool, right? Or maybe it's Z-I-D-A-W-N, but I'm not positive, and I apologize for that.

That's the thing is, people will often spell something out to you phonetically, but they won't do it like dictionary correct. If you want to really give someone the phonetic spelling of something, put the part that you're supposed to accent in all caps. Yeah. Now, Z-I-W-N, I'm sorry to even mention a correction to you because that was a beautifully written email. And you're 13.

For two great stories. That's right. And you've done some solid comedy. Yes. I mean, just good stuff. Do you know what I love with how to say it is, sounds like, you know, and then sounds like, like a, you know, a word. What is Z-I-W-N, so?

I don't know. So never mind. That didn't work. But in general, you're saying is a better. As a rule, if possible, please. All right, you go. Could you. Z-I-W-N on your next email that you send us and you're going to for the next, we're

going to flag your name and Gmail, at least until you're able to drive. Then you won't, you won't care about us anymore. That's right. You'll be going, living your life. It's nice to spend quarantine with you. Z-I-W-N. Thank you for listening. Thank you for listening.

And I'm sorry that you're 13. Yeah. It's a rough one. My niece, my niece just turned 14. Right. And today I had a real profound moment as I was doing the dishes, thinking, oh my God, when I was 13, I, it was like, I just didn't want to exist anymore. Not at all.

Everything was so terrible. So terrible. And confusing. And you had so many more years stuck as a fucking kid. Yeah. You had so many years ahead of you that like before you could get out of your town or your home or your life. But you also started to realize like the simplicity of like riding your bike or, you know, playing

three players up in the street, all that stuff, that was fading. You're still a kid and used to like it, but you're not, it's not cool anymore. You're not supposed to. So you have to do this. And that's why when they said, oh, my friends think I'm weird, the best thing in the world that can happen to you at that age is to be the weird one, get used to it. Because when you're 19, the weird one rules, trust me on this one. That's right.

You can either have a weird one. The weird one's the visionary. You can have a normal childhood or you can be funny. So congratulations. Yeah, that's right. That's my favorite thing. You want to be cool at parties? Or do you want to be?

Yeah. Take the hit. Take the hit now while you can. Weird is good. Pain is better. What? Okay, go. Hello, Emma.

Oh, this says, I survived Ask Adventure. Hello, MFM crew and assorted pets. I love your podcast and can't wait, can't wait until live shows are a thing again. Aw. What was your noise? What did your noise mean? It was noncommittal. My boyfriend has already promised to get tickets as soon as you're in Portland, Oregon

again. Oh. Hopefully very soon. Someone said that we owe it to Georgia to go there, our first stop on our next tour when it's ever allowed again after the big win that they got for us in the House and Senate. Oh, to Georgia the state, I thought you meant you as a person. I was like, I thought you meant we owe it to you as a person to go to Portland, Oregon.

I was just like, what, why, what happened there? See, I'm so used to see, like the past couple months, I'm so used to seeing my name used as a place that it doesn't even occur to me anymore. That's my name, what they mean, but I think for you, it was like, what? But you know what, that's like, now that I know what's happening, agree 1000%. How about we just go to Atlanta and do like two weeks there. Great. End of story.

Okay, ready? Yeah. Enough pandering onto the story. I live in a small city in Central Washington that's a major hub for drugs for the Pacific Northwest. Fun. I lived in the area most of my life, so I didn't think anything of stopping for gas on my way home in a somewhat shady area at 11pm.

I'm going to guess Eureka. No, that's California. It is. Yeah. It is. Tired today. Real tired today. Okay.

But you know what, if you had to guess any city in the United States, what city would you guess? Eureka. Eureka. While I'm pumping my gas and spacing out thinking about my to-do list for the next day, a guy walks up to me and asks for a ride. I never have trouble saying fuck politeness and told him no. Love it.

He then pulled out a fucking six inch knife and said, you're going to give me a ride. Oh my God. Uh-huh. Now I'm not trying to get stabbed tonight. I had a toddler and an infinite home and I asked, where were we going and got in the car? Wow. I said, okay, if I comply, he'll either let me go or I'll find a way to get away.

He directs me to a super seedy motel in the worst part of town, holding the knife to my side the whole time. Holy shit. At that point, I was sure this was how I was going to die. I parked the car and he got out. As he turned back to the car to grab his backpack and order me out of the car, three men came out of nowhere like a venging crackhead angels and jumped the kidnapper. I didn't hear much of what they said, but it sounded like the kidnapper owed them money.

Uh-huh. I saw my opportunity, tossed the dude's backpack out of my car and sped the fuck out of there. Oh my God. That's insane. The craziest part of the story to me is that I got like six blocks away and pulled into a parking lot to call 911. The fucking 911 operator tells me that's really not a good area to pick people up in. I'm fucking sorry.

Did I miss, did you miss the part about the knife? I got home to my babies and then had a full-on panic attack. Yeah. Thanks for reading. Stay sexy and don't stop for gas in the bad part of town in the middle of the night, Jodi. Jodi, well, I want to make, that's harrowing. I'm so glad you made that out. Well, alive and great job, quick thinking.

Can I make a suggestion for everyone in the future? Toss that guy your keys and get the fuck out of here. Just say take the car. Now, what if you had just gotten one of those Mercedes military like vehicles that cost $200,000? Then hopefully you have really good insurance too. Oh, true. That's right.

Because you can replace a car. Right. And then if you had taken the keys and thrown them in the other direction and you could have run the other, he would have gone for the keys, not you. But may I make a non-judgmental counter to that suggestion, which is now you're in the bad part of town with no car at 11 o'clock in the night. You're right. I pump gas, I leave my purse in the car, so you wouldn't have your phone either.

Right. Yeah, same. So scratch all. Scratch any suggestions, do what we got to do. Ever make. And this isn't, listen, we're not professional advice givers, so we take no responsibility for your actions. Also, this is an I survived story.

It's not ESC. It's a straight up I survived story. And Jodi, you did it yourself. That's true. So we have nothing to say. We have nothing. We don't want to be that 911 operator to you at this point. No.

I'm being bossy and judgmental. And well, I like that 911 operator is basically saying like, I don't know if you should go around picking people up or just like, I'm not. Are they allowed to be like, you shouldn't have done that? I don't think so. I don't. We are. Maybe they were new.

We are. We're podcasters. Yeah. And we're friends with Jodi. We're guests. And the Nashville bombing. Hey, MFM. I'm sure you've heard about the bombing that took place in downtown Nashville on Christmas

morning. Yes. It was another huge shock to our city. And though thankfully no lives were lost, our most historic block of buildings was destroyed. When I first moved to Nashville seven or six years ago, I worked as a tour guide on Second Avenue in the same buildings that are now crumbling. I was a ghost tour guide, so I knew a lot of the history of that street and a whole lot about its spooky residents.

Doesn't I was a ghost tour guide mean that doesn't it sound like she gives tours to ghosts? Or that she's a ghost. Oh. That gives tours. Ooh. I was, switcheroo. I had died at the time. I thought.

I'm back now. I thought I'd share a story from my tour days in honor of our city. One of the spookiest places we stopped at on the tours was a bar called Benchmark, temporarily closed but planning to reopen as soon as they can. The upstairs area was once an apartment over a carriage building business where a married couple lived. I don't remember the exact dates, but think early to mid-1800s. One day the wife was discovered at the foot of the stairs leading up from the apartment

to the bottom floor. Though police could never prove that the husband did it, many people assumed he had pushed her down the stairs. However, on one of my tours, I had a woman come up to me at the first stop and tell me she was a medium. Maybe her extended family had thought the ghost tour would be fun for her and her husband and bought them tickets as a gift, but she was clearly uncomfortable. She would tell me what she saw after each stop, but I took it with a grain of salt.

After all, there was no way I could prove if she was telling the truth. When we reached Benchmark, I told the story as usual, including the part where many of the bar's employees had seen the spirit of the husband standing at the top of the staircase. When I was finished, the medium lady came up to me again. She informed me that the man had told her that he didn't push his wife, and the reason he hung around at the top of the staircase was because he was still overcome with guilt that he hadn't been there when she fell. I was about to take that with a grain of salt as well, but then she paused and added, also,

that isn't where the staircase originally was. It was in the center of the building, not on the right side where it is today. I was taken aback by that and ended up asking my bosses about it later. Turns out, she was right. And there was no way she could have known that without scouring old building records like my bosses had. After that, whenever I would tell the story of the man and his wife at Benchmark, I would always include the bit about the medium in that tour group.

I wanted to make sure that everyone else gave his spirit the benefit of the doubt, too. This year, Nashville has survived a deadly tornado, the loss of our tourism economy, briefly being the COVID capital of the world, and now a bombing. But through everything, it's amazed me how the people of the city have come together again and again to pick each other back up. We are Nashville strong, and we'll get through this, too. Thank you so much for all you do with this podcast and this community, providing a bright spot when we need it most.

Stay sexy and respect your local bar ghosts, Rachel from Nashville. Wow. I love that. It's like a tribute and a cool ghost story, all in one. That last part kind of did make me well up a little bit because I do remember the Nashville tornado, which was just insanity out of nowhere. That's kind of tornadoes for you, but that's quite a series of disasters to happen. It's true that the Christmas Day bombing kind of came in and out of the news because there's

been so much other insane shit happening where it's just like, yeah, just because no one died doesn't mean that wasn't a huge awful terrorist event that happened in Nashville, and it's good. I love that she wrote that in to say that people are picking each other up. So we're going to Georgia, Portland, Nashville. I do love that. We've been there a couple of times. It's fucking cool as shit, that city.

That audience that we got to have at the Grand Old Opera, what a night, what an audience. That was also making me think. I kind of love that because, yeah, it's like, oh, the classic story is the reason there's ghosts and it's because there was a murder or something. And they're haunting because whatever. But normally it would be because it would be the victim that would be the haunting. So I was kind of interesting that if it would be the murderer and then it's like, because it's not the murderer.

Yeah, he's there because he wants everyone to give him the credit that he didn't kill his wife. Yeah. Or take the credit away. Right. But he's been given. There's a new series on Netflix. I was trying to find the actual title while you're wrapping that up.

And it is, it's basically about whether or not there's life after death. And it's really fascinating. And it starts with this woman telling a story, this spoiler, but it starts with this woman telling a story about kayaking down some river in like, I think it was Costa Rica or somewhere. And they were out in the middle of nowhere in this beautiful area. And she, they went around this curve and they were supposed to go to the right. And somehow she got blocked and she had to go to the left and she went over a waterfall in a kayak, got pinned 10 feet underwater, was basically folded in half.

And then she was dead for 30 minutes. No, I don't think you could do that. The only reason that her body was recovered is because one of the other people went down, saw her life jacket and went to get it thinking her husband might want it as a, you know, remembrance of her. And then he, he brushed by her body floating in the water. They pulled her out, she was like purple and drowned. They try to resuscitate her, they start resuscitating her.

She can hear people yelling, she describes where she went and it's awesome. It's great to watch people do that. And but she can hear someone going, stay with me, stay with me. They, they, um, they work on her. They put her on a kayak and then they carry her out of the jungle. And there she, she was like, we were so far away from any city or any, anything. They come up out of the jungle, there's an ambulance sitting there and she's like, the odds of it are just zero because it's like, and she didn't have any brain damage because

not having any oxygen to your brain is, they said she, she was, she herself is a spinal surgeon. She goes, you would have 0% chance of not having brain damage for going for living at all, but then not having three minutes is enough is, is the bad. And she was dead for 30 minutes and came back. Okay. What's it called? It's called surviving death, surviving death.

And so it starts with people with near death experiences, but then there's a couple, there's a couple episodes that, um, deal with mediums and people who, uh, and it's just really beautiful because there's tons of people who have lost experience and stuff. They go to mediums to, to just ask how people are and then they get really good answers. And it's that kind of thing. It just makes you. I love it. I can deal with that.

Okay. I think it's pretty, it's pretty up and positive. Okay. Okay. Here you go. The title is a giveaway. So we'll just start with sub KG. I don't like that.

Yeah. We're, it's like we're one person. When my parents were on their third date, they went out to eat and went back to my dad's apartment at Illinois State University to meet some friends. They walked in the open front door and saw two men with masks on raiding their drawers and my dad's roommate on the couch, not moving. The robbers were armed so my parents did as they were told and joined my dad's other roommate sitting on the ground and they were tied up.

My mom said she remembers her hands were tied with a seventies beaded belt she could easily get out of, but she humored them. The robbers took what they wanted and finally left and my parents rushed over to my dad's roommate on the couch. He then woke up from his nap. He had simply slept through the entire robbery. It sounds like me. It sounds like something I would do for real.

Oh my God. He and my dad are still best friends. I don't think they ever cop the thieves, but my parents have a good story from it and lucky for me. They stuck together. Thanks for keeping us sane this year. I appreciate the vulnerability it takes for you to open up like you do. Stay sexy and sleep through your robberies, Emma.

I don't think I would ever trust myself again if that I could handle like a scary situation. It'd be like, you are worthless in a situation. But you're not worthless. You're simply asleep. It's not your fault. That's right. You're a heavy sleeper. That's true.

It's more you every time you want to take a nap, you'd have to turn to somebody else and be like, can you watch my sticks for about 45 minutes because I'm going to leave the planet right now. That's so funny. That was a perfect little story. Time for a better cooking routine with meal planning, shopping and prepping handled. Hello Fresh has you covered. Hello Fresh makes home cooking easy and affordable so you can stay on track and on budget in

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Follow against the odds wherever you get your podcast. You can listen ad free on the Amazon Music or Wondery app. Okay, this one's called home town scam story, which we had just asked for scam stories. Remember love a scam. Yeah. And this one starts maybe the best way. It just starts. Bruh.

Brruh. Bruh. Bruh. Like when you're about to tell us, Bruh. You're not going to believe us. Okay. Y'all asked for scam stories in episode 254. So here we go.

A few years ago, I was working for a sports bar and grill. A guy, we'll call Tanner got promoted to the front of house manager. a few weeks after his promotion, he was suddenly fired. It's a restaurant, so the secret story, of course, spread like wildfire. So what happened? Tanner was closing up the restaurant one night when a phone call came in. He answered and immediately closed and locked the door to the office. He only opened the door to tell everyone else who was still there to go home as soon as they were done closing. Apparently, someone posing as a government agent convinced Tanner to take all of the money in the restaurant, over $5,000, go to the Circle K across the street, turn all of the

money into gift cards, and give the guy the card numbers. This, of course, was a scam. It was a scam. The FBI doesn't work through the Circle K. Or gift cards. Well, hold on. There's more. There's a twisty. Tanner was fired immediately the next morning, of course, and then all caps. But wait. Tanner's now ex-girlfriend told us the real story. Tanner had apparently gotten into some serious debt with coke dealers. He took all the money from the restaurant to pay his debts. Then he made up the bogus scam story to try to save his job. Tanner was not a bright person. You fool. You would have made that amount of money in a month with your new salary. Working in food service was harrowing and definitely took a few years off my

life, but at least it was always entertaining. Now, I'm a few months away from graduating with my master's degree in education and becoming a certified high school math teacher. Give us, give a teacher in your life some love. They all need it right now. Amen. Then it says, stay sexy and don't do too much coke. Jim Jam. Jim Jam. And then it says they, them, theirs. Jim Jam? Jim Jam. Jim Jam. I want to party with Jim Jam. Jim Jam. We appreciate it. Don't do too much coke. No, don't do too much coke. Oh, so basically the Circle K gift card story was a scam in and of itself. Now I'm questioning our friend. It was actually friends, parents that had that scam going. Maybe they were fucking lying to him and they went to like Boca Raton with his childhood savings.

I actually have a friend who told, just texted me, said the same thing happened and that because she had been listening to the show and we were talking about this, this element of most scams these days is they rush you. Yes. They make, they, they say, you have to do it right now. You have to do it right now. And this, this happened to her and she literally did it and got all these iTunes gift cards. Like this crazy, and she was like, it happened so fast. It, like, it, I was just kind of amazing that one, a person I actually knew was not an old person who doesn't catch it. No. I'm not, I'm not going to read you the subject line. Once again, hello gales. And then there's a little smiley face that used with the bracket. So it's like a big square smile.

And then it says, that's the way my mama has always said girls, jokingly. My mom did that too. I love that. I think it's from like a play or something. Yeah. Okay. So anyways, when I was 12 years old, I was having a sleepover at my friend's house. We grew up in rural area, Appalachia. So sleepovers consisted and they did give me a phonetic, but do I need the phonetic? No, you fucking don't Carol. No, Carol. Did I just call you Carol? I did. I'm so tired. I'm sorry. It has been a long weekend. No, you didn't Carol. I don't know anyone named Carol. What the fuck? That's like your way, like go girl, but it's Carol. You go Carol. You go Carol. Okay. We grew up in rural Appalachia.

So sleepovers consisted of roaming around outside. Yep. This is just like Petaluma. Walking through open cow pastures. Yep. Splashing around to nearby creeks and literally just walking around outside in general. That's my entire childhood. My friend's house was close to an old cemetery school. Sorry. My friend's house was- Jesus, what were they doing out there in Appalachia? My friend's house was close to an old elementary school. Sounds right. It's more accurate. Note, there's hardly any little skeletons in the school that was turned into a small community center. We would always hang out there because they had super old playground equipment and there was literally nothing else to do. We were hanging

out by a Pepsi vending machine like a 1950s NYC street gang when this old rinky dink car drives by slowly. About two minutes later, he drives by again. He proceeded to do this two more times and then he stopped. To my 12 year old self, he looked 60, but in reality he was probably about 30 or 34 to 34 years old. He had brown hair and a five o'clock shadow. He was wearing a brown jacket. He asked us to come over to his car because he had a question. We just stared at him and he started to take off his seatbelt. Well, I guess my SSDGM kicked in because the first thing out of my mouth was, no, you pervert. You could tell he was surprised by my reaction, but that made him more insistent and he asked again, my friend yelled, I don't want to get tetanus from that

POS. You call a car. I'm like, what the fuck? You mouthy little kids. You're my best friends. Followed by my, I don't care if you're lost or whatever it is. You're weird and weird looking and we're not helping you. Okay, listen, I don't really want kids, but if I were guaranteed these little fucking mouthy kids, I would do it. This is, this is it. His face changed instantly. He got angry and then offended. He started putting his seatbelt back on and my friend said, bye, loser. He sped away and we never saw him again. To this day, I like to imagine he cried as he drove off knowing two 12 year old girls just owned his ass. This event seemed minor to me as a young girl, but now as a 24 year old mom to a little girl, I realized that the event could have ended

much differently. However, I'm glad my mama inadvertently taught me that when it comes to men, be a bitch first and apologize later. When you grow up in areas like ours, you tend to have a mouth on you shrugs, the word shrugs and asterisks. Stay sexy and remember the bullying is never okay unless it's to a potential abductor in a piece of shit car. Love Charlie. You're weird and weird looking. They're right. And here's, they're right that something's wrong with him. And here's why. If the child, the first thing that they yell at you is pervert, you don't continue to talk to them because they're scared of you. You know what I mean? Yeah, you don't try to hold on a second now. I think I'm a pervert. I better get out of it.

I'm scaring these children. I better get out of here. Not let me continue to try to talk to you. No, I'm not. I'm going to reason with you to come. Also, any time, and we've talked about stuff like this, but that idea that a man sitting in a car, hey, come over here. Fuck you. We're doing our thing over here. Like what are you even doing? Adults don't need to talk to children or ask them for directions or help in any fucking way. In 2021, and that is the year, by the way, adults shouldn't talk to children unless they're their own children or they have a note from the parent of the children that that child knows them. It is a bad idea for you to talk to a child at all. There's no reason. Stay away. They don't want to fucking talk to you. I've spoken to children

and they talked to me first. Like my neighbor kid is like, what do you want to know about? What the cat? My cats are doing it. I'll talk to you. One time, I think I've told you the story. One time, you know that street? I think it's Silver Lake Boulevard, but it's the one that goes up behind Hyperion where it's all residential. Oh, that's Griffith Park. That's Griffith Park, yeah. Griffith Park. So it's kind of up behind, but like if you weren't going to the Lyric Hyperion, you would park maybe park up there. That street. Oh, yeah, that's Griffith Park. Okay. So I'm driving down that street at night because I'm going to go to the Lyric Hyperion, trying to find a parking spot. And I look out of the corner of my eye and there is like a nine-year-old

boy running up the sidewalk. Oh my God. And I'm looking and I'm like, I don't like this at all. So I roll down my window and I'm just kind of driving along and he run, he's looks over at me as he's running and I go, are you okay? And he goes, oh, yeah. And then I go, okay. And then I just drive away. I think it was like he went to the car and then he was walking back to his like running back to his house instead of walking. But it, it was that kind of thing. Once you seen like a young kid running alone at night, none of that was okay. Jarring. It's like when you see a dog without a leash on, you're like, something's not right. There's no, especially in LA, I guess maybe only. There's no reason for that to be happening. And then it's just some fucking

person's dog. You're like, put your fucking dog on a leash. What are we talking about? Put your, and also put your son on a leash. Don't make him run down to the mailbox. God, I'm okay. It's nap time for me. We're done. We have three ads. We can skip the ads. Oh, thank God. Guys, we have to, we have to end the show. Let's not discuss it yet. Oh, Carol, Carol and, and Spen, Spenson, Spenson. Thank you both. Look, Carol and Carol. It's Carol and Carol signing off. We appreciate you and don't get, and we love you. Stay sexy and don't get murdered. Goodbye, Carol. That was a good one. Elvis, do you want a cookie?