My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 82

Episode Date: August 6, 2018

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It's fun! Well, welcome then! To my favorite murder the mini-soad, where it's basically your podcast. We just tell it to you. But we make it shorter than the other one, because it's not about us. That's right. And it's ours. And yet it's ours.

So don't try to take a fucking cut. Are you ready for the first email of my series of grandparents' emails? I love it. By chance, not intentionally. By chance? Purely by chance. Okay. The first one is don't trust anyone, not even your own grandma.

100%. Hello, all. Since we are now just talking about anything, it might be funny. That's right. That's right. And lessons on trust. I thought I would take this time to tell you about my bad-ass grandma, Bobby Joe. Bobby Joe!

It literally makes my eyes water with tears of people talking about their grandma. Bobby Joe was my best friend, and yes, her name is actually Bobby Joe, Oklahoma, y'all. People used to ask if she was upset that we didn't call her by a normal grandma name to which she would reply, don't care if they call me shit as long as they call me something. Oh my god, my dad would say, just don't call me late for dinner. Classic. Don't... I love it.

I have a story that I will try to make short that illustrates why Bobby is such a B-A-M-F That's mother fucker, I love it. And my total role model. When I was a small youth, thank god, not a giantess youth. Small youth. When I was a small youth, she took me to the park and tried to convince me to go down the slide, which might as well have been Mount Doom to my toddler self. She finally convinced me it would be okay by standing at the bottom with a promise to

catch me. With love and trust in my favorite person, I overcame my fear for her to step out of the way. I overcame my fear only for her to step out of the way and let me eat an entire face full of dirt. Oh, Bobby Joe! After I stopped screaming, Bobby dusted me off, gave me my most important life lesson. This is a lesson, Regan.

Don't trust anyone, not even your own grandma. What the fuck, Bobby Joe? Harsh but really applicable to everyday life. Is it? It is. You should touch your own grandma, I feel like. It's true. It keeps you on your toes.

She also taught me that we only get one shot at life and that we have to constantly be looking out for our star player, which is ourselves. I like it. I don't. It's a lesson, an early lesson of fuck politeness. She shaped me into who I am and helps me SSDGM every day. Thanks, Regan. Regan.

I love it. Regan. I love it. Sweetie baby angel. It's the best. She's right. She's like, amen. I'm not arguing with Bobby Joe, but in your lifetime, there's like going to be five people

in like, let's say you live 100 years that you should trust. True. One of them, hopefully is your grandparent. It's not. That's okay. There will be other people who you should, and I'm thinking from someone who trusts no one. Not one person.

Yeah. And it hurts and is not healthy. But I will say this, and yes, maybe a toddler might have been too young for that lesson, but I will say this, that eating a face full of dirt is going to happen at some point. And it's like Bobby Joe wanted to be there when it happened to her. So she could be like, all right, now pick yourself back up. That's how it goes. And I kind of like that.

Pick yourself up or is it, don't try ever again? No, no, no. It's like, it's just saying if you're going to do something, you can't expect people to stand there catching you and doing a bunch of shit, like be self-sufficient. But they egged you on. Come on. Come down the, I guess I'm getting triggered a little because when I, when my sweet baby nephew Joe was like a year and a half, I like, was like, I'll take him to the park.

It'll be great. And like, I followed him around and like made sure everything was okay. And he went over to this slide, which I now know was the big kid's slide. Yeah. And I walked over to it, like it was his thing and he got on it and went down it and this fucking sweet man, thank God, was at the bottom of the slide and like one handed scooped him up before he fell face for it. Like it was the big kids.

It was like the fun. And I didn't know there was a difference between slides. Right. And you were just kind of standing on the side, like, go for it. I was walking behind him and he was like, I'm going to go down this and I'm like, yay, great. Yeah. I didn't know.

I was just being right off of this slide. Oh, we went over the side. She went over the side and this fucking lovely man. Thank you. Thank you. Fucking Jesus. And like, it was just like little group of parents and they were all looking at me in horror and I just went, I'm the aunt.

And they're like, uh-huh. Yep. And he left. But then my sister was like, it's really hard to break a kid. Yes. Thank God. You know, their teeth go up from their lips all the way up. And they get new ones.

Yeah. That's right. And that happened to me one time I took Nora to the park when she was two and she was an early walker talker. So you would definitely trust her to like, you're just like, oh, you know how to do this. Don't do stupid shit. Yeah. And she did this thing where she ran up this ramp and I was kind of walking next to her,

but I was far enough away where I was like just watching her walk up the ramp. I was actually thinking of maybe taking a picture of her and she got to a certain point on the incline and just fell backwards. And I somehow moved like six feet in an instant and caught her by the head and tilted her back up. And then she just kept going. She's like, and goodbye. She was just like, the end.

Parents, send us emails of stories of when you almost killed your kid. I know my mom dropped my brother in the very beginning and he like, send us stories of almost like new parents sending like almost killing your kid. Oh, you mean like the time my mom tripped over my high chair and knocked it over and I went down face first and it cut my head open and I still, that's that scar right there. Holy shit. And she thought she killed me. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Send us those. That's my turn. Oh, also, but also if it's some kind of, please do not veer into weird child abuse. You know, there's people who have been scarred for life because they work for America's Funniest Home Videos and people send in things you're like, this is funny, right? We put our kid in a thing and yeah, so we don't want to hear things where your family

interprets hitting kids in the face differently than other people. You know, let's have some, let's have some healthy parameters, healthy accidents. It's accidents that your parents would never want. It's not a thing we're like, we're going to teach you a lesson by putting you in a hot car. None of that kind of stuff. Your parents did on accident. Like just those, those funny stories of like, oh, I didn't know what parenting was like.

And then I did this thing and now I get it. Put that down. Let me read you a story. It's my turn. I'm here for you. Okay, you look like you're about to go again because I've talked so much. Okay. This is called, my friend was stabbed 22 times and my dad protected Timothy McVeigh.

Whoa. Okay. MFM fam, long time listener, first time writer, tipsy at a bachelor party last weekend. I finally had the nerve to ask my friend if he would mind if I wrote in to you all about his story. So my delight, he gave me the green light. Last summer, my friend Dan was living in a house with some friends in his college town in Oregon.

He had two roommates with their very own, nope, with their own rooms and him and his girlfriend that was staying over where we're in his room. Okay. We get it. I don't have to read it correctly. Do you get it? Do I get it? One very early Tuesday morning, this crazy guy that I had a thing for Dan's then girlfriend

attempted to set the house on fire with everyone in it. Uh-oh. When the guy couldn't get the house to set fire, thank you, Oregon Rain, he decided to break in, grab the biggest knife he could find in the kitchen and began his attack. This cycle went from room to room attacking each of the roommates before Dan and his girlfriend were woken up by the commotion and ran into the hall to see what was going on. When they entered the hallway, they too were attacked. My friend said everyone was kind of frozen in shock, unsure what to do, but him being

the badass he is began trying to fight this guy off. All in all, Dan was stabbed 22 times and sent to the ICU. Only he and all involved survived. Whoa. 22! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Was this on and I survived?

I'll let you finish. Maybe. Because that sounds really familiar. Excuse me. The piece of shit that attacked them had just been released from jail a day earlier on bond for robbery and drug charges, and then it says seriously, what the fuck? Uh, I wasn't sure which story to send since I knew and went to high school with Morgan Harrington, i.e. the murders of Hannah Graham and Morgan Harrington by Jesse Matthew Jr.

I don't know that one. And my family has a long list of federal agents and military officials. As a U.S. Marshal, my dad was once in charge of protecting Timothy McVeigh at a safe house before his trial. Jesus. That's intense. According to dear old dad, McVeigh was a total military wannabe douche that kept a military type crew cut and always answered with a yes and no, sir, as if there was some as if he

were some type of soldier. Hmm. Can't wait to see you on Portland in October, SSDGM, Carrie. That is so scary, but you can survive that. You can survive it. And he fought like he basically stopped and kept everyone else alive too. He fought and and saved the day and also got stabbed 22 times, but like made it so. Yes.

Just this right now, me touching your hand. I'm stabbing you one, two, three, four, five. Just a light fingernail. I don't even have a long fingernail. She's using a kitchen knife. I brought this from home. Move. Don't move.

Is that upsetting? Like 22. The repetition of it. That's what I always think of when I watch I survived and people keep talking about like and it ends up they were stabbed, you know, anything over four. That's the worst part is like there's also time between each. So it's like not one, two, three. It's like one, two, three, four fighting, fighting down the hallway, punch, kick.

Yeah. 20 fucking two. That's not. Oh yeah. Yeah. Good job all involved. I'm so glad you're still alive. So now on a lighter note, true love at the morgue, dear Karen, Georgia, Fur Babies and

Stephen, they got to do it. It's an active rebellion now. I'm a relatively new murdering out. We can tell, and I just joined the fan cult yesterday. Yay. She wrote that there, but then I acted it out with my own passion. Great. I swear this podcast has changed my whole world with all the stress and anxiety I face

on a daily basis. I can always turn to this podcast for sometimes creepy, but hilarious relief for more stress and anxiety. That's right. You're welcome. But a different kind. So it's a counterbalance. Yeah.

So speaking of creepy and hilarious, I thought y'all would get a kick out of how my parents met. It was June 2nd, 1985 in Cambridge, Massachusetts. My mom, who's a registered nurse now, was working one of her first graveyard shifts at the hospital. My dad was an orderly at the same hospital. I already love this so much. Working to pay his way through college. It was around 1 a.m. when my dad was told to bring a deceased female body down to the

morgue. According to the law, a male is not allowed to bring a dead female body down to the morgue alone. Because he's going to fuck her. Yeah. That's it. That's it. They had to pass a law.

Is that in the rule, because he's going to fuck her? No. Your exact quote. Oh, my God. Isn't that how much it happened that they had to pass a law like that? Jesus Christ. Okay. Anyway, that's good.

At least it got passed. Happy to hear it. Thinking she was being hazed at her new job, my mother was told to accompany him on what seemed like mile walk to the morgue. My dad could sense my mom's discomfort and began to try to crack jokes to make her laugh. As you can probably tell, this did not work. Once they got into the morgue, my dad, again trying to be funny, started to introduce the body to the other bodies of the morgue.

After this bit, he turned around and my mother was gone. Oh, my God. If they had never talked again, he would have just been this creepy fucking dude. He would have been the creepiest dude. Yeah. Absolutely. The night almost got killed. Yeah.

After about two months of quote, unquote, platonic breakfast dates and persistent flirting, my mom dumped her loser boyfriend and went on an official date with my dad on August 26, 1985. 31 years later, they're still as happy as ever and I couldn't be more blessed to have such awesome parents. So shout out to 86 year old name redacted without your death to emphysema. My parents would have never met and I wouldn't be here today. I hope you were happily resting in peace, sexy, stay sexy ladies and remember that you can

find love and friendship anywhere, literally love Ariana. They knew the guy that they put, that makes you want to cry like he, like he lived a full life. He was 86. You died of emphysema. He was a lady. She enjoyed smoking. Yeah.

A lot. She lived it up. And lived 86 as a smoker. That's the thing about old, a lot of old timer smokers, like they live to be older than non-smokers. Hell yeah. And they ate meat and drink whiskey every day and night. Exactly.

And then, and then as her final go fuck yourself, she like unites his beautiful couple. She's like, how about you two get together? That's all I want. I'm a ghost hanging over my, that's all you want to do? I just like, I want my, I want it to be a thing. Oh, that's, I like that really makes me want to cry. It's why I'm on the donor list. It's like, take my heart and like run with it.

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Here we go. It starts, let's talk about some bones. My name is Sammy. I'm 28 and I live in Helena, Montana, M.T. is Montana. Yes, it is. And I think it's Helena. Helena, Montana. Great.

I bought my house just after my 22nd birthday, which is clearly a Montana thing. It costs $20. I bought my house. So cute. And the neighborhood in which I live was built on an old cemetery. That information by itself probably isn't that weird, but in our, it is. But in our case, there's still around 1600 bodies buried under our home. Shit.

So it was $20 that house. It's fucking right. The cemetery was established in the mid-1800s by the Catholic Church. It was used until 1905 when the church opened what was then and still is called Resurrection Cemetery. Don't fucking name a cemetery Resurrection. That's asking for it, for sure. Yeah.

It's called Ghost Haunting Cemetery. It's called Zombie Central Cemetery. It's called Good Luck Sleeping, you fucking asshole, Cemetery. It's called Walking Dead 3, the Helena, Montana chapter. It's about three miles north of my house. Actually the old gravesites fell into disrepair over the next 60 years. God, I love those places. I mean.

Becoming overgrown, vandalized and almost indistinguishable from the properties around it. Okay. I want to live near one of those. My friend Kate in Portland had like her view outside of her front window was just a fucking old cemetery. Ooh. Just like my dream.

That's kind of amazing. Can you imagine going to get a glass of water in the middle of the night and just looking outside? Yeah, you know every once in a while I wake up, because I wake up almost every night at 3 a.m., like every once in a while I'll respond to a text of yours if you send it at 1130. Mine is 5 a.m. I've already fallen asleep. Every once in a while I'll get a glass of water and my, I live on a dead end street,

like it's kind of far away. It's not near much. Yeah. Several times. Give me the address so they can Google it, Google map this. Every once in a while I'll go, I'll just kind of step out to the front room just because I'm like just walking around with a glass of water and there's just somebody standing in front of my house.

Oh, shit. I just scared the shit out of Elvis. I apologize. And he's pissed. What the fuck? It's happened twice where one time it was like a, looked like a young person walking away, but it was, I was like just standing there going like, it's three in the morning. What are you doing?

And then one guy it was, it just was a guy standing there. Do you like memorize what they're wearing in case the cops need to hear from you? You know what I do is I trust that George, she senses if it's a problem. It's not barking, there's, it's everything's fine. She's still asleep. So I'm like, I'm going to trust this is fine. I just scared the ever loving shit out of Elvis. Elvis is settling back into his spot right now going like, don't fucking touch me again.

Okay. Let me finish this. Please. They didn't tell him. Okay. All right. Here we go. It's 1969.

A local high school booster club took it on a quote Catholic cemetery, took on the Catholic cemetery as a project and just fucking removed all the headstones. No. And hauled them off. According to one of my neighbors, we're going to clean this place up. This is our new project, Losing Dead Body. She just can't rid up anyone who mattered to anyone. They didn't tell anyone where they were taking them, real schisty like, and then turned the

cemetery into a neighborhood park, fucking 69. This is the plot of Poltergeist, by the way, this swimming pool, uh, apparently they contacted family members of those with Mark Graves advising them to relocate their loved ones, remains, but less than 5% of them even responded because they're like, Hey, this is Sarah from the booster club. Do you have a truck to move your great grandpa's body? Move your great grandpa's body for some of the consequences. How is that my job?

How's that my job? 96 years later. And I love it. Like booster club do something this year and they're like, we're going to move all the graves and make everything haunted and give everybody a to-do list. So macabre and bizarre and also then what you're shopping for a new cemetery for a park in fucking. Where is this?

Montana where there's parks everywhere. All right. Great. So they just moved it. So they just mowed over that shit and called it Robbins and Park. Dang it. There's been lots of remains unearthed by backhoes and excavators during utility work since the 80s.

I'll attach just a few of the articles available in the city's archives. Instagram. What's up? What about someone just stumbling upon all those headstones that were originally removed and dumped in a gravel pit in our North Valley? One of my favorites from 1991 quotes my neighbor Richard Richard saying that the cemetery residents are great neighbors whom he's never had any problems with. No, Richard dad jokes.

Seriously. Love it. He's standing there with his hands on his hips. No, I've never had a problem. They've been so quiet. Oh, I love Richard. He goes on to mention that his side of the cemetery is where they buried children. So there's definitely babies buried on his property.

Also that quote, the park is an asset and much better than a dirty old cemetery. And I'm Catholic. And then it says, um, what the fuck, dick? Anyway, the most recent skeleton was discovered on May 30th about four feet under the street next door by workers doing utility work for the brand new condos being built. So quick, I hate people, but I can't fucking wait to casually tell the new residents while I'm pretending to do something in my yard. I'm worried dick is going to beat me to the punch though.

He will. Thanks for all the laughs, Sammy. Sammy, I love you getting over your fear of people and hatred of people to tell them as you're doing bullshit yard work about their Sammy. Sammy. Amen. Uh, right now I'm writing a horror film, um, and it's a, it's a called haunted condo. And you're the fucking star.

I mean, can, can you imagine? So they're building like a development on top of baby cemetery, a disturbed baby cemetery and scary old Richard next door is going to like, is like the two of them are fucking dying to tell literally dying to tell. Oh my God. Um, I love it. Here's all I wanted was when my like childhood was to be on top of a cemetery, like not really but just interesting to have something interesting and creepy.

Yes. Um, okay. Well, here's something similar. Okay. This is called Hair Rollers and Rigor Mortis. Hey, Karen, Georgia and Co loving it. You guys are the best. Thank you.

Perfect start in your, in one of your earlier podcasts, you guys talked about being curious about Rigor Mortis and thought you might want my Rigor Mortis story that involves my grandma. It's not a story about Rigor Mortis setting in on my grandma. Don't worry. This is her story. She told me. Okay.

My grandma was a beautician in this tiny town outside Wichita, Kansas. We're doing full on Midwest hardcore grandma stories. Um, and she was super well liked in this tiny town. Everyone knew her and every lady went to her to get their hair done. Well, one of her clients, well, one of her regular clients died. Natural causes all good. The husband really wanted her hair to be set the same way as it always was. So shampoos set motherfucker.

Yeah. So he asked my grandma to come to the funeral home to do her hair. She agreed and went to the funeral home. She was putting the hair rollers in her hair. When all of a sudden the muscles start contracting and the body sits straight up from the table. It took my grandma two seconds to run completely out of the funeral home. My dad always told me that she ran through a screen door, but my grandma never told me that.

No, she did. She did. She ran through an actual wall and it was the shape of her body. Exactly. It was a cartoon. Oh, my God. But that story has always brought a smile to my face. I love to think that sweet Christian woman just trying to do hair and a dead body sits

up on her. But anyways, you guys are amazing. Thank you for what you do. Stay sexy. Don't get murdered. KCL. Oh, my God. That is incredible.

And I mean, talk about, I would never stop screaming. I would never stop screaming. Never for the rest of your life. A girl who fucking just couldn't stop screaming. But you, the good news is, is she knew the lady, it wasn't like she worked for the morgue and it was just some strangers, dead bodies. So it'd be like, if someone sat up, then you'd be like, Elaine, what is it? Elaine's coming after me, which is fine because she always has like nice cookies.

That's right. And really good gossip. Maybe she has one last bit of tea to spill. She wants that shampoo set done right. She doesn't want it flat in the back. My grandma used to have me spray my grandma every week for like, since I, for like the last 40 years of her life went to the, what we called the shooty bop. It wasn't the beauty shop.

We called it the shooty bop and got a shampoo set and in between during the week would make me spray it and also pluck out her chin hairs. Yeah. I mean, so yeah, Thelma, come on. All right. So we started doing unboxing videos for the fan cult. So basically we get sent these incredible, like crafty, interesting gifts from listeners and we're opening them on a camera.

Like that's all it is. Yeah, you know, unboxing videos. It's fun. It's grad. Like, and then you can see all the shit we get because it's really fucking cool. And this is, we were trying to be a little tabloid-y about the last one. So the last one we didn't wear makeup because we were just like, we're tired. We have to shoot this thing.

Who cares? Let's just do it. So you can get one of those. It looks like it's the National Enquirer where someone caught us at the gas station with no makeup on and like, oh my God, there's such hags. Yeah. So this one we got and we wanted to read the letter from it because it's so lovely. So okay, it goes, dear friends, two years ago, Dana Marie, that's like her name, two

years ago, Dana Marie, would never write a letter like this or send a box like this. Anxiety has lied to me my entire life. Convince me I had nothing to offer that my ideas weren't valid, my hard work in vain and my success temporary flukes. I'm sure you hear this all the time, but it bears repeating. You three have changed my life, Steven. I think that's you. Steven, you're in.

You're in. You're in it. In November 2016, my friend suddenly asked me, do you like true crime stuff? And it just says in parentheses, yes, please. She told me to check the show out and I binged the entire available catalog in just two days. Jesus. Whoa. That was 2016.

So it's nothing bad. It was only four episodes. Oh my God. She listened to one. I was like, I don't really like this one. Three days later went back. I guess I'll keep. When I was writing, my people meant the world to me.

There were huge lessons being taught between the stories. The cases were interesting, but for me, it was everything else that really mattered. My dad and I were always the, quote, weird ones who bonded over the first 48 and forensic files. He passed his copies of Stephen King to me as soon as he finished them. Quiet, measured, empathetic, inclusive feminist in animal loving. He was the person I felt most, I felt most got me in the entire world. I couldn't wait to go home in a few months and introduce him to the podcast because you

know, I'd need to do all the techie stuff for him because dad's, so she couldn't just tell him about it. Of course. Right. In February, 2017, he passed away suddenly. And among other things, I'm sorry I never got to share you with him because I know he would have loved you too. In the terribly impossibly difficult time since I lost him, I worked very hard to honor

his legacy, picking up on his reoccurring monthly donations to Planned Parenthood, ACLU and St. Jude's, leaving each day as fully as I can and making a difference, saying thank you and I love you and shining my light, helping others to do the same. In November, 2017, a full year to the day that I started listening to the show, I bought myself a single ticket to your show in Tampa. I was in town to run my first ever run Disney 5K in honor of my dad, Disney World being another thing we shared a love of that same morning and capping it off with an MFM show seemed necessary.

It was a last minute decision that I tried talking myself out of, but I needed to do it and the stars aligned and I'd missed the Baltimore show and I could hear my dad's voice telling me not to put off the things that bring me joy. So I went by myself. And I sat next to the sweetest murder Reno who talked to me back who, who walked me back to my car with her boyfriend after the show, all caps because active serial killer. Oh, that's right. We're in Tampa.

We're in Tampa. There was an active serial killer there. That's right. So on theme. Thank you, Florida. That day, no exaggeration was a turning point in my life doing things I wanted and needed to do and telling anxiety to fuck the hell off. Yes.

So my birthday is next week and it will be the second one we've had without him. I know I will be a wreck and I have been looking for ways to pay it forward in advance. Maybe I could create a cloud of happiness to pad the empty space. So I wanted to say I love you guys. I love the work you do and the people you elevate. I love the incredibly transparent nature of your ongoing efforts with your mental health. I love how you support and appreciate, uh, I love how supportive and appreciative you are of the community that has sprung up around you.

I love that you don't feel, I don't feel alone anymore. Wow. I could never adequately express my gratitude with words, but as an artist, I find it pretty easy to do visually. I hope you love everything. Apologies to George and Frank for invading their privacy. Thank you for everything. SSDGM, Love and Light, Dana Marie and her.

So she makes this art. The shit she made for us is like next level, like for the rest of my life, I will fucking cherish this. It's these like, they look like, um, what do you put on the praying candles? Like an altar? Like, you know, like, yeah, like we're saints, but we all have our pets around us and they're really beautiful. So go to at mighty pigeon underscore art on Instagram to see all this stuff.

And also watch the unboxing video, join the fan cult and watch the unboxing videos. You can see what she sent us and you can see us lose our minds, but it's such beautiful stuff. And I'm really fucking like, I can't believe she, you know, she needs to, this needs to be her art for the rest of her life. She's so talented, like so incredibly talented. Well, and the cool thing too is that story, we hear that story so much in the VIP line when we get to meet people after shows, when they say, I had two tickets, my friend dropped

out, I wasn't going to come. I did it anyway. I can't believe I'm here. I met this person and that person, like you wait in the VIP line and you end up talking to people and now we're friends and we actually work in the same industry or whatever the fact. Yes. Like people, because they're murdering us in their own town, they're meeting everybody

basically and it's like this, it's like a, it's a, it's a con for, for those people in that town. I see that like that and the, the sipping, what do they call sipping paint? Oh, the, the like, yeah, drinking paint, wine and paint. Wine and paint nights. There's like a bunch of it. But it's called wine and paint. Yeah.

I was like sipping spin. That's what I think. But a lot of people have these like, they'll organize these like wine, drink and paint nights and they'll paint and a thing from, you know, from the podcast and it's like just such a beautiful community. And raise money. Usually like, they just did, they just did it and raised like 200 bucks and they just tweeted it to us.

I can't remember what city it was. Do you remember Stephen? For, and the backlog. It's like really incredible and they may, and then like, it's fun and like, as someone who like can't just show up to a thing and like you're supposed to talk, like the painting part is really cool. Yeah. You have a little job to do.

Yeah. There were like game nights at bars where they'd be like, we're playing my favorite murder bingo. It's not just like you have to try to talk to people. Well, and the people that are there, like what we get excited about because it's people telling us about it and then we just pass on the word to the other people, but it's, you don't have to break ice. You don't have to introduce yourself.

You don't have to fucking do anything because you're walking into a room full of people that are just like you in terms of anxiety, in terms of wanting to be there despite what their brain is doing to them. And that's how like we relate to that so much and it is so exciting because I can't tell you how often my brain is like, stay home, lay down, get up. You're the only one here who is uncomfortable and everyone think like can tell you're uncomfortable. Like that's not true. In fact, it's the exact opposite.

Everyone's uncomfortable. Dana Marie saying my anxiety fucking lied to me. It's 100% true. That's all it does. That is a liar and it wants to quote, unquote, keep you safe, which is keep you alone and isolate you so that you don't have anything happen to you because it's as if, as if, as if something bad is always going to happen to you. And so when you can just, just test that, just do, do some tests and that prove to yourself

it's not true and make some friends along the way. I mean, what the fuck paint a fucking picture or whatever it was in a Woodenville, Washington was the latest paint night. Oh yeah. It was the Elvis's. Yes. Elvis and Skulls. They had themselves a time.

I want them to send them all to me and I want this and see this blank wall in my fucking apartment. No, I don't actually see a blank wall. Are you calling me a fucking Shavahalli? No, I just love that you're like, you, you want them to send them all. We should actually take a picture right now of what this loft looks like and the kind of shit Georgia has here. Is that a blank wall?

It is, but I mean, so you're saying you want to appear as insane as you possibly are. Possibly can. Hey, look, it's your house. 100%. It's your house. All right. Well, send us your stories. Your weird shit.

How did you almost get killed by your mom or dad? My favorite murder at Gmail. And thanks for all your gifts and thanks for these, your lovely words and the way you guys all are there for each other. It makes us look real good and stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Goodbye. Elvis, want a cookie?

Sure, good boy.