My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 63

Episode Date: March 26, 2018

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with your therapist. That's right. You know, please no fictions. No, that's for your other that's for your fan fiction website. We don't we want the real stuff. Yeah, it's key. Yeah, unless we don't know that that's fiction. I mean, how will we know? Hold on real quick. The microphone's falling off of the table. Yes. Finally, something happening. Action adventure. Steven shoots over from his Indian sitting Indian style position over on the floor. And suddenly he's there. He's there. Screwing in screws. And then I'm holding it up. Highly technical and yet coffee table based microphone system. And we're back. I was there the whole time. You're in it and seamless pattern narrating. Yes, making it clear to everyone navigating. Okay, I'm ready for fun for funds and

giggles for funds and giggles. Okay, well, I'm not gonna this is if something I've found but I'm not going to read you to listen to spoilers look. Yeah, but they tell you pretty quickly. Okay. Hi, everybody. My wife and I are emailing to tell you about the weirdest thing we have ever found an arm off the coast of Japan last summer. It's called found a human arm is the time. So good, good withholding that right until the big reveal. My wife, Angela and I were stationed with the military in northeast Japan for two years. We loved taking our dog to the Pacific coastline and love to walk on the elevated seawall that was erected after the devastating tsunami in 2011. Wow. And the seawall was roughly 20 feet above the waterline. It was

surrounded by concrete wave breakers. The wall provided a nice barrier, blah, blah, blah, occasionally. Nice barrier. Ocean Marina, etc. Occasionally you would see a fisherman, blah, blah, blah, blah. So there's just weren't a lot of people there while details, etc. Anyways, as we were walking down the seawall, Angela looked down and saw a glove with a fucking human arm sticking out of it. Oh no, a gloved arm. Fish and worms were picking at it. It was an obvious Caucasian slash Asian flesh and even from 20 feet away, but we couldn't reach it. So naturally we took a turn. Reaching out for the arm. Reaching out for a disembodied arm. Just a little further. It's reaching back for you. She's holding his jacket. He's leaning

out. Sorry, is the arm in water? And in a glove. Yeah. I think it's sticky. Okay, see here's the thing. Now it says, it sent pictures attached. And this is when I turned to Stephen and said, oh my God, please, did you see them? Yeah, it's like floated. It's like almost like bobbing, like a buoy. Straight up and down. Straight up and down in the water. Like over here, over here. Yeah, yeah, like waving. A bobbing buoy. Yeah, and it says attached. And I was like, I don't want to see those. And then you said you saw them and I was like, are you okay, Stephen? I mean, the photo they took, they must have tried to ensure that it wasn't graphic because you just see the glove part. You don't see anything else. Okay. What was it, an upsetting glove?

Was it a menacing glove? I mean, it looked like it was a glove. Like somebody's trying to cover up evidence. Like they were trying to like protect like a plastic glove. Going to clean the dishes kind of glove. Dishwasher glove. Oh, like a hair dyeing glove. Oh, did it have a long, it didn't stop at the wrist. It went down. Yeah, it went down. And oh, now I know exactly what you mean. Okay. We took a picture, thought about what Karen and Georgia would do, looked around for a body and then ultimately we went home. Good. Don't stick around for a body. Just if you see one in your, in your purview, fine. They, they looked around real quick. Yeah, no body. Don't go into caves. Goodbye. We would have called the cops to, this part's fucking funny. We would have called

the cops to get someone to the scene, but outside of ordering sushi or beer, our Japanese was subpar at best. So we didn't call. And in all honesty, we knew it was our last night in Japan and finding a body part just sounded like a lot of paperwork when all we wanted was a night of ramen and maybe a little karaoke before our flight the next morning. You fucking asshole. American. Wait, but then the guilt settled in. Oh, nice. We called the American police officers attached to our base and told them we found an arm. We reported to the, we reported to the station, wrote our statements, completed paperwork and as predicted ended up back at the scene with age, Japanese cops, the military police and a translator. The translator told us a disfigured body or a

porpoise was found earlier that day in the same location. Oh no. And then they write, since when are humans fucking mixed up with porpoises? When they're burnt to death, when they've been skinned, when any number of horrible porpoise like disfigurements that just popped into my head. Thank you. In the meantime, the arm had drifted 50 meters, but it was still intact despite the marine life. The Japanese police formed the cutest human chain to retrieve the arm. Oh, that sounds scary. Once they determined it was a real body part, they made us leave the scene. Oh, good. To this day, we don't know the story behind the arm, but believe it was ultimately linked to the Yakuza, the Japanese mafia known for cutting off body parts. Stay sexy, watch your arms

and don't get murdered. See you in London in May, Katie and Angela. Oh my God. That is... First of all, the idea that they were just like, we can't get involved with this creeper work. I want ramen. I don't want it. So funny. Which I understand. I think a lot of people probably do that. They're just like, oh, this is a thing. Someone else will find this. But the difference between a to the wrist glove and a almost to the elbow like medical glove is such a huge creepy difference. You're up to some other weird shit altogether. It's like that to me reminds, I guess, probably from the beginning of The Simpsons where it's like, is somebody that handles nuclear rods getting killed by the Yakuza? Well, I figured it would have been part of the tsunami, like how

shit just always kept washing up and even bodies washed up. But it doesn't sound like it. I don't know. Yeah. It's, I mean, just like bobbing up and down. Oh, no. I just realized as we were talking about that, or as you were saying that, I always say how I don't, I just don't care about mafia crimes as an area of true crime. Yeah. Real interested in the Yakuza. Yakuza is a different story for you. Interesting. That was Georgia's friendship voice when she pretends to care about what I'm talking about. So that's different than you do like the Yakuza. Something is wrong with me because that's my truly interested in my friends and stuff. That was you being truly. Yeah. What am I doing wrong? Was it my face? No, I think I feel like it was like camera ready. So that's what

you give a shit about. Yeah. Tell me more while I fall asleep. Oprah ask. Oh, I'll go up here in this part. So you went swimming this way. Tell me more about that. Okay. I did go swimming. All right. Ready for this? Yes. My creepy dentist. Okay. I have to go to the dentist at 8am tomorrow. You're a hot dentist. 8am. That's too early. Isn't it? I better brush my hair. Teeth too. Oh, yes. Teeth. I always forget that. Okay. Hi, Karen, Georgia, Steven, and animals. I started listening to MFM a few months ago and recently finished my binge of the entire back library. So now I'm limited to waiting for your new episodes each week. Wow. Hi. Sorry. I was inspired to finally write in with my hometown murder story thanks to Karen's dentist experience in this week's

minisode. In stark contrast to Karen's handsome dentist, my childhood dentist was creepy as fuck. Oh, no. The dentist's office was in the basement of a house. No, don't do that. Talk about your fucking long gloves. Yeah. That's a long glove situation. Super dark and creepy looking. So much wood paneling everywhere. Oh, dear. And he always wore these really old school dentist shirts that honestly reminded me of a bowling shirt. What's a dentist shirt? Oh, yeah. I think it's those like cotton ones, either blue or white that like the collars like it looks like a Nehru almost. What's the what are the Mock Turtle Mints? Oh, a priest's collar. I don't know. That's right. You wouldn't know. I wouldn't know. We call them priest's collars all the time.

Okay. I feel like I'll never forget what his mouth looked like because I had to stare up at his creepy face twice a year for my entire childhood. And then a few more times a year when he did my braces in high school. Fast forward to the summer of 2002. I just moved away to college and get a call from my mom telling me that my dentist shot and killed his wife in the dentist office with a shotgun. The wife worked there too as the office manager was always super nice, crazy. I had to wonder if the incident was a self-fulfilling prophecy because the dude's name was Dr. Rambo. No. No wonder I was creeped out by this guy my whole life. He was crazy and turned out to be a killer. He represented himself at trial. Oh, God. After firing his lawyer, parentheses,

red flag, and he claimed that his wife was attacking him and that he acted in self-defense. Yeah, right. But he shot her in the back. So we're not we're not laughing because someone got shot in the back. Oh, my God. No, he's a fucking lunatic monster. Yes. Why would you even why would you go down that road to only prove yourself wrong? Seriously. So that is obviously BS. He was convicted and put in prison from prison. He filed a civil suit against the family to gain possession of the weird list of personal items from the estate, including a wooden duck, a collection of ceramic horses, a trumpet, and their wedding album. So bizarre. Wow. I hope one day I find a dentist handsome enough to make me forget about Dr. Rambo, wife killer. But to this day, every time I schedule

an appointment, I think of him. Thanks for being the best podcast ever. And of course, SSDGM Chrissy. Wow. That's hilarious. Don't go to any professional thing in a basement unless it's a professional basement makers basement. Right. You're checking and you only and you don't go all the way down. You go to the top step. Yeah. You do you bend over at the waist. You look around and go. Thanks. Great. And you haul us back those babies basements there. Remember like maybe this was like an 80s thing, but like how how a lot of hairstylists would be like would have that in their house that like your mom would go to like down to the basement. Yeah. That's what makes me think of that. Yeah. Yeah. We there was also a couple people in my high school whose parents had like

rumpest rooms in the basement. Yeah. So one of the worst drunk party presentations I ever gave presentation. I love I love a professional drunk hair and giving a drunk presentation. Well, I'm here buddy. So next up we have Karen Kilgara. Hi. You know me. She's going to give a presentation. Here's the presentation. I smoke gloves and I try to kick someone. So you know that my favorite thing is like on TV is when people pretend to be drunk. So you doing anything you just did made me. Is that true? Yeah. I can't. I don't care if it's the worst sitcom. I will laugh my ass off at some terrible actor who's being pretending to be drunk. It's my favorite thing to do. It just turns out. I love fake drugs. I spent so much time in Georgia.

Can I tell you a secret? Just to tell you a quick secret. I spent all my time like this. You shut up Stephen. Whoops. I spiked it. Sorry. Okay. What was your your best drunk presentation? I can't remember. It ends in a blackout. I had a bunch of what they used to call cuckoo juice when I was in high school. It's called cuckoo juice. It's called jungle juice. It's called what's it? There's one called like the suicide or whatever. Is that one they melt sherbet and put in vodka and whatever? They basically mix Hawaiian punch and all the liquor in the parents don't do that. So you take normally would normally take four drinks. Yeah. Only takes one drink. It's like a long island. Nice to you. Yeah. Very bad. And you put on a

you put on a what does Vince call it? What does it call it? You put on a it's not presentation. It's not presentation. It's some fucking Vince horror. That's so funny. A clinic. You put you put on a fucking clinic and how to how to be a drunk person. Full on this was I actually got it out of my system very early because this is the one where I got so drunk me and my friend. I've told you the story about my friend Christine. Yeah. And listen Karen is a recovering alcoholic or not. I'm not laughing at anything about this. You gotta laugh. I did it to myself and I'm not like trying to make you feel bad in any way. You can't. There's nothing left in there to feel bad. Like I wish I wish you could pull those heart strings. They're gone. I just love your stories.

Okay. Yeah. I'll just say at this one and this did happen. I had come up out of the rumpest room of the basement. I saw my cousin Mike in the hallway. The next thing I knew I was pulling my face off of his white sweater and looked and I saw my own eyes on his sweater. I had been crying on his shoulder in the hallway and then came to and was like what's going on and looked down and I'd cried my own eyes onto his sweater and I was like all right see you later and like just tried to get away before he recognized that I had ruined his like forensic sweater and forgot why you were crying. It wasn't crying inside anymore. That experience was had never happened. Oh no. Really a disaster artist. That was the same night that I that party was

I really did it up all at once and then me and my friend Christine went to my parents house. We were supposed to be spending the night at her mom's house and I don't think her mom was supposed to be home but instead he told the girl who's gave us a ride home to go to my parents house where they were having yep they were having a dinner party with my aunt and uncle. Oh no. Whose cousin you just whose kid you had just cried upon? No. Different. Different one. That was Mike in to Giovanni. Not a blood relative but his mom and my mom were best friends in high school. So he was a cousin. So he's my cousin. Yeah. But I realized as we were walking up the front door oh this is my house. So I turned to Christine and go we're gonna go in and we're gonna run up the

hall go to my room and I thought in our dining room was like right by the front door is like ranch style. So we that's we tried to do that. We just opened the front door and ran up the hallway and slammed my bedroom door. So then my sister I'm positively destroyed. My sister comes and opens my bedroom door because she wasn't at the party we were at and she's looking at both of us and we're both laying on my bed like laughing our asses off. And my sister goes oh my god you're so fucked. And then walks away. So then I was like wait why. And then I'm like oh no I'm at home and I'm really shitfaced. Yeah. And then my mom came in and I was like it my friend Christine did this thing that is straight out of a John Hughes movie. I had those closet door the doors to my

closet like pushed open like that. Yeah. And they were closed at the time. My mom opened the door goes oh no you girls are so drunk. And my friend Christine puts her arm up like she's gonna lean against a wall and goes Karen's pretty drunk Mrs. Kigler but actually I'm okay and then pushes the door open and falls into my closet. And it was so over the top. It's too classic. It's so my mom started laughing and had to leave the room because she was trying to act mad but we were like we were like two girls doing a bit of being drunk. I am never having a child simply because I do not ever want to have a teenager. No. It's so dark. We were the worst people. The worst. Well I just watched Lady Bird and I was like nope pass our pass on that one. Don't ever want to have this.

I mean don't want myself in the future. Yes exactly right. You have to basically have a mirror of yourself that's giving you the shit you gave your mom. Yeah. No. Probably times time. Or just write a fucking movie about it if you're a fucking girl which this is awesome. Let's see wait. Just win an Oscar and get out of your system and don't actually do it. And then pay your mom back. Looking 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 the new year. Hello Fresh meals are convenient seasonal and delicious. Stay cozy all winter long with classic comfort foods available weekly. Why stop with just dinner.

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Hey I'm Mike Corey the host of Wunderies podcast against the odds. In our next season three masked men hijack a school bus full of children in the sleepy farm town of Chautilla California. They bury the children and their bus driver deep underground planning to hold them for ransom. Local police and the FBI marshal a search effort but the trail quickly runs dry as the air supply for the trapped children dwindles a pair of unlikely heroes emerges. Follow against the odds wherever you get your podcast. You can listen ad free on the Amazon music or Wundery app. Stephen fucking knocked it out of the park this week with the print up. So do you want to hear these stories aren't saying about finding something finding cash under

a tree or about a ghost or do you want to hear about let's see here. I'm going to read you this one. I don't like cash under a tree cash under a tree. I put my my under a tree. I buried my purse. You have to help me find a person. I buried it. I didn't want anyone to touch my purse. I buried it. You have to find it. I don't remember which tree. Why are there no trees at this party? I get a sworn. Why are you crying now? Okay. Hello everybody. Thank you so much for your podcast and for starting this wonderful MFM community. Thank you. I mean it really was our pleasure. Our pleasure. I've been a long time listener and fan of the podcast. I've always wanted to submit a hometown murder. However, I've never had a personal story matching a

minisode request until now. Imagine my surprise when in minisodes 60 you asked for stories about quote big piles of money you just kind of found. Yeah. Remember when you said that just so casually or just big piles of money you just kind of know who doesn't want to hear that story. Well, that's exactly what happened to me during my junior year of high school. What the fuck? I grew up in Tucson, Arizona and my friends and I used to hang out a lot at a park by our high school. One day as I was walking in the park with my friends I looked down and saw about 10, $50 bills on the ground. Whoa. I didn't believe the bills were real and I felt like I was having an out of body experience when I reached down and picked them up. It happened to me when I was a

little kid in town $100 on the ground. I was like, this can't be happening. Did you? How old were you? I was like four or five. I was like one of my earliest memories. Shit. I reached down and picked them up. I took a few steps forward and saw a pile of about 10 more bills under a tree and I picked them up too. I stuffed the bills in my bag and my friends and I hid behind a dumpster to count the cash. I'm not sure why we thought a dumpster was the safest place at the time. It turns out we, it turns out I had picked up, ready for this, $1,100 in cash just sitting under a tree. Fuck. Yeah. No brown paper bag or a briefcase or drug blazer or anything. We walked around the park in a moral quandary about whether we should turn the money in and to

whom. No way we were handing $1,100 to teen lifeguards at the Lost and Found. No way. Or if I should keep what was probably drug money. While we walked around the park, I could feel the money burning a hole in my bag. Then three hefty big men rolled out of a car and started scouring the ground. They made eye contact with me and I swear they could see the money in my purse. I called the police right away and turned the money in. The police could not believe I would turn in the money. Honestly, I think they thought I was kind of stupid. But they booked it and told me that if no one claimed the money after 90 days, it was mine. My friends and I counted down the days and about a month after I found the money, the police posted a notice in our local newspaper

describing exactly where the money was found. Three steps from the sidewalk, two steps to the left at the base of the first tree you see. We knew that anyone could read the description and claim the money as their own, so I gave up hope. Still, I went to the police station on the 91st day after finding the money and lo and behold, it was still there. No. The police chief came out and thanked me for being a good Samaritan and handed me the cash. I kept it into this day. It's been the best $1,100 I've ever found. Wait. She kept it and never spent it? No, I don't know. Thanks for all you do. Stay sexy and don't get murdered. Okay. It's been the best $1,100 I've ever been. That's so brilliant. Wow. What a like uplifting story that people didn't go and just

take money that wasn't theirs. Yeah. But also, I bet the cops knew it was like drug money. So they're like, well, we're going to tell everyone where exactly where it is and whoever comes in here is a fucking drug dealer. Yeah, that's true. Yeah. That's true because that's why no one claimed it. Yeah. Nobody's going to be dishonest. They're like, yeah. And they're like, oh, we did a quick wipe and it has cocaine all over it. Okay. This one, the subject line is, should I do, okay, wait, I'm going to do this one. Okay. And I'm also going to, I'm going to withhold the subject line like you did. Great. For spoiler reasons. Okay. Hi friends, F-W-E-N-D-S. All right. Already off to a bad start. I mean, simply unacceptable. This must be a good one if you still are chosen.

I'm still going. It's got to be really fucking good. I think, I'm assuming it's a she and I bet you she did it on purpose just to bug me. But we're still going to go through with it because this story, so now we're in it. Okay. This story involves no deaths, sinkholes or found items, but it's creepy nonetheless. Okay. Great start. Two of my girlfriends and I went to see suicide squad against strike 19. Just kidding. On Sunday afternoon, when it came out, wow, day out, we were maybe 45 minutes into the movie when I went to the bathroom. When it came back, I noticed a pair of shoes beneath our seats as I started to enter the aisle. I stopped, looked at my friends and pointed down in confusion. As I realized, it was not just shoes,

but a human being. They didn't know what was going on. I grabbed my cell phone and had a moment of thinking, okay, I'm either about to find a dead body or something bad is about to happen. Before I flipped the flashlight on, I flashed the light onto what was a full grown man face down on the movie theater floor directly beneath us. What? Before I could say anything, he started to move out and acted as though he was grabbing his cell phone and he mumbled something like I lost my phone. I was just looking for it. As he stood up and then promptly bolted out of the theater, we all looked at each other in utter disbelief. I sat back down with them and we had the longest what the fuck moment of our lives during suicide squad. My girlfriend said

that she thought she had felt movement and something touching her while we watched and she'd brushed it off, but now we freaked the fuck out or now freak the fuck out. We immediately went to tell management. We had told an employee what happened and he literally said, oh, that guy again. And grabbed a manager. The manager told us that this had happened before our minds were blown and we ended up calling the cops to come here our story and check in on the theater. They also gave us free movie pass. Yeah. As we did not want to go back in, not only because we were in because we were shook, but also because Suicide Squad was one of the worst things they've ever sat there 45 minutes up. They were kind of stoked. Hilarious. Okay. We couldn't get the incident

off our mind. So I ended up making a post about what happened on the subreddit for our city. It blew up with comments making a local news station asked to report on the story. My girlfriend ended up meeting them outside the theater to do a short segment up for the evening news. I also got comments with links about this exact thing happening in other theaters in the same city and a link to a man's photo and history of arrest records for voyeurism. This dude has been arrested several times in the past for things like this, including hiding under a woman's bed in her fucking house while she hung out in there. He generally looked like a person I saw. I don't want to know that happens. I mean, he generally looked like the person I saw emerged from under

our seats, although I couldn't be 100% sure because we were in a dark theater and it all happened so quickly. If I could go back in time, I would have jacked him in the face and made a scene. So he would have fucking gotten caught. But at the time, I had no point of reference for what was happening because it's all capitals so fucking weird. And I thought it might have been an injured person or something. I mean, yeah, your brain can't wrap around that. It's also who would be that close to a movie theater floor? That's what I was thinking too, like talk about unfamiliar crumbs and fucking stickiness. How did he get up that fast when it is just pure goo down there? Yeah, yeah, like he didn't stick to it. Okay, so here's the end. I have no idea what's

going on with this person now, but thank God nothing worse happened to us. I hope he has gotten help or can get the right help for that sort of thing before it escalates to something much more terrible. That's very good. Can you imagine if I hadn't gone to the bathroom and discovered him? He be Gibi's all over SSD GMD. What was he doing though? Like you can't do like upskirt shots or anything like that down there. Well, but she like he may have turned, he may have been laying face up. But looking at what the bottoms of seats? Well, maybe if their butts are sticking on the back of something. But like maybe he turned when he knew she was coming back because he would look bad if he was facing up. Oh my God, I mean, it looks okay if he's facing down. It's I mean,

people put like baby diapers down there. My friend, yeah, my friend Danny was an usher in a movie theater and he was like, I found a full diaper in there on the ground one time. No. So stop it people. I mean, any others that have to be read, have it one more. Yeah. How about listen, these are all really funny today, aren't they? Okay, aren't they? I'm not going to tell you the name of this one because it's really okay. Hey, Karen, Georgia, Steven and associated nonhuman creatures. I've been waiting with this story for ages because it's just weird enough that you would appreciate it, but it's not murder. I'm so glad that hometowns have been opened up to just general weirdness. I think it's a good idea. Is there a murder to this one? Yeah. Which one? The dentist. Oh,

right. Yeah. There we go. Okay. I went to a small close knit college where not much exciting happened until the footlicker came into town. Dude, this is like a serious body parts episode. It is. The title is Rogue Footlicker on campus. What you need to understand is that one of the dorms consist of clusters of dorm rooms that all share a living room. The rooms themselves locked with the door to the living room does not. Trust me, this is important. So one night a girl was sleeping on the couch in one of the living rooms and she woke up to a man she didn't know licking her feet. She obviously freaked the fuck out and her friends came and chased him away, but the dude came back and was looking at her through the window. This happened after the

outer doors to the building had been locked for the night. So to have access, he either knows someone who lived there or lived there himself. It's a small campus. So you would think that someone would know who he was, but no witnesses recognized him. We all look up the next morning to an email warning us that a footlicker was loose on campus and to be on the lookout, but he was never apprehended. It's been six years and the footlicker has passed into campus legend along with the one armed Amish man who they say used to wander around campus. Stay sexy and wear socks if you sleep on the couch, Kelly. Oh man. Who the one time footlicker? Yeah, that's, but also that's so bold. Like your crime is, it's such a high risk crime. And like you got chased

off and you came back. You came back. So you're, there's something going on. Yeah. You're really drunk. He put on a fucking drunk clinic for real. I would hope that he's just like, you know what, I gotta go for it. Yeah. I just got to express myself. Do you think the one armed Amish man lost it in Japan? I'm just saying this could be the button. Oh my God. This could be what we're looking for. It all fucking wraps together. I start like getting red string and fucking clear. What do Amish gloves look like? What do Amish gloves look like? Exactly. What do Amish gloves look like? Do they go all the way to the fucking elbow? They have, they, they actually, they go to the wrist, but then there's a beard from the wrist to the elbow because their arm is. Good night everybody.

Send your weird shit to my favorite murder. If you have. A Gmail. Name some new shit. If you have a Gmail. Is that what you said? No, I said a Gmail. Oh, if you have a Gmail. No, I was going to say if you have found a person in a place where they don't belong, you would love to hear that story. A hundred percent. Right. Yes. Yeah. That could be the new fold-in. That's the new one. Every week we add a new fucking weird element. And also let's bring those money piles forward everybody. Money piles, fucking appendages that don't belong where they're from. Any kind of body or body part in a place that doesn't belong. There's a place in Canada. I know we're going to get a ton of like messages about this, but there's a certain bay in Canada where they body parts keep showing up.

Right. Shoes with feet in them. It's like shoes with feet and nothing else, but I think they've disproved that it's anything like. There's theories. But I don't think. Yeah. But it's basically, it's like drowning victims that get eaten entirely by most animals. Oh man, we were on such a high note. It's such a bummer. Well, this is a bummer based podcast. It's not called my favorite happy stuff. My favorite best memory. This is my favorite story about a girl that got her foot licked and then the guy came back and stared at her through a window. Well, a fucking Amish guy with a Japanese missing arm was walking around. Get out of here. What are you listening? If you fucking don't want this. Stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Goodbye. Hey, Elvis. Want cookie?

Oh, yes. He was waiting. He's like, don't make fun of me.