MFM Minisode 510

This is exactly right. I survived nine months in captivity and I've spent my life exploring how other people survive what should have destroyed them. I'm Elizabeth Smart and these are the survivor files. Every week I'm with survivors who live through the unthinkable, abducted, stalked, controlled and nearly silenced. These are stories about what it takes to make it out alive. Listen to the survivor files with Elizabeth Smart on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. You broke me. You do not deserve happiness. I'm Andrea Gunning. On this season of betrayal, Carl thought he was living a normal, drama-free life until the messages started. Someone's not going to make it out of this alive. Every piece of evidence pointed to the wrong guy. He was not going to stop unless we stopped him. Listen to betrayal season six on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Why are we all so obsessed with romance? On the Radio 831 Podcasts join us, Sanjana Baskar and Tyler McCall as we unpack all the trending tropes, fuzzy adaptations, book talk drama and celebrity love stories with hot takes and sharp guests. Each episode digs into what these stories reveal about desire, fantasy, identity and how we love now. Listen to the Radio 831 Podcasts on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Hello and welcome to my favorite murder. That's Georgia Hardstart. That's Karen Kilgara. And this is the mini-sauce? That's right. We don't have to say shit. We don't have to make anything up. It's fucking read stories. It isn't fake that we can't remember how to do the correct intro for each individual. I was just like as I was saying your name, I'm like no. Not a bit. It isn't a bit. It's a bit like we have a pair of men in the pocket. It's the easiest thing to remember. The thing you've been doing for 10 years. And yet. And yet no. You go first. says no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, unforgettable shipment came in the form of hundreds of boxes of olive oil. There had obviously been a mix up and our location was sent an ungodly amount of the same extra large boxes of said olive oil. I kid you not. The backroom was overflowing with the stuff. The backroom at TJ Maxx where they have literally everything. It's enormous I bet. And now they're like majority olive oil. In order to get rid of this stock as fast as possible, one of the other employees was tasked with creating an olive oil and cap. Fun. Highlighting the latest and greatest fascinies to find olive oil. It's TJ Maxx mostly close. TJ Maxx is everything. So you've got yes in I would say three quarters in the center exactly. Okay. But then on the outside that's when you get into your beauty area. Lots of Korean skin care. So home goods or no? Like home goods? Okay, got it. Okay. And sometimes wonderful all-clad pan style home goods where you're like, holy shit. I've never lived near TJ Maxx in my life. So I've never really gone to them. But I have to like the style of store. Yes. It's also a partnership with home goods. These are not endorsements. No, this is not an important. My life is an endorsement of all these places. But I actually realized I was picturing a Marshalls and describing a TJ Maxx. So okay. I don't know if we're in family out of. Well, they have olive oil. We know that. Here's what's important. They're the largest exporter of olive oil second to Tuscany. So I was helping a customer check out when chaos erupted from the back of the store. After the loudest crash I have ever heard, you could start to hear glass shattering left and right. Soon the sound of a glass was met with the sound of frantic screaming. I raised to the back of the store only to witness the greatest horror I've ever seen. The employee making the end cap had filled the fragile glass shelves with hundreds of extra large olive oil bottles. Buckling under the sheer weight of the slowed, the top glass shelf gave way cascading down into the four other glass shelves below. It's like a champagne pounder with fucking glass in olive oil. If the champagne fountain exploded and then congealed. The shelves below contained you guessed it even more olive oil. What was left was an ocean of broken glass and slow creeping golden liquid using its way across the store and lowering everyone's cholesterol level. Employees and customers were left frantically fleeing from the spreading viscous goop after several minutes of panic and an urgent closure of the store. Stores closed. Oh yeah. Oh shut it down. We were and then here's me squatting in the Korean skin care section. I refuse to lean. I need there's three things I haven't had here. After several minutes of panic and an urgent closure of the store, we were faced with a greater horror. Cleaning up gallons of olive oil off the floor, most of which had spread quite a far away from the initial disaster point and underneath several aisles of shelving in total. The cleanup lasted well over six hours with the help of 10 employees and managers. To this day, the sound of this tragic event still haunts my dreams. Stay sexy and be nice to store associates. They don't make enough for this shit. And that's from Bryant. Wow. There's some things that like you just don't want to spill because clean up's gonna be a nightmare. Yeah. And olive oil is on that list, the top of it. Just the like and also like you have a paper towel, but you're scraping glass as you get the goop up. So it's like getting in your palm, getting in your, it's nightmare. If you have a retail nightmare story, please write it. Retail nightmares are great. We want them. You broke me. I'm Andrea Gunning. On this season of betrayal, Carl thought he was living a normal drama free life until the messages started. Someone's not gonna make it out of this alive. Listen to betrayal season six on the I heart radio app Apple podcast or wherever you get your podcasts. This is actually on a on a wavelength near it, but not at all. You know, I did the Lane Bryant murder story recently. Yes. So that was episode 552. She was such a cat. And here's a follow up that I actually read when I was doing my research for it. It's really interesting. Okay. Hello all. On February 1st, 2008, my sister-in-law, Erica was ending her shift at a Lane Bryant clothing store in Tinley Park, Illinois. Erica was closing up with her boss, Rhoda, the evening before her birthday. Rhoda surprised Erica, letting her know that she had taken her off the schedule the next morning, allowing her to celebrate her birthday. Erica thanked her and they left for the night. The next day, February 2nd, we received a call from a tearful Erica, letting us know that there had been a mass murder at Lane Bryant on the day she had been intended to work. Shortly after opening that Saturday morning, a male carrying himself as a delivery man entered the store. He eventually pulled a gun, demanded the money from the register as well as the money and jewelry from the employees and customers. He guided the group to the back room and around 10.45 AM, four customers, a part-time employee, and Rhoda were all shot. Rhoda was the manager and she was the one, the brave one, called 911. She wanted her employee to have her birthday off. Five of the six were killed. The six woman, a storm employee, had suffered a gunshot wound at the neck, though survived and played dead, waiting for the gunmen to leave. Despite the murder happening in a busy shopping center, a detailed sketch from a surviving employee, involvement of federal and an international law enforcement, and nearly 7,500 tips, the shooter remains unknown to this day. Erica has dealt with a lot of guilt knowing she was originally on the schedule to work that morning. She now works as a special education teacher and I can't think of a more patient and caring person to do the job. We were all devastated by the loss of five innocent people that morning, but I'm so thankful that Erica was spared and is here to be an anti-tour, two kiddos, Allison. And then I looked it up and this was written in 2018, and the person who wrote it, Allison and her husband now have a true crime podcast. Oh, wow. Let me talk about this. It's called Crime and Coffee Couple. And it's hosted by Allison, the writer and Mike. Nice. I can't imagine how awful Erica must feel, but like clearly there's no guilt there that she should be feeling. Right? Isn't that the weirdest thing we're obvious? That's so obvious to us. And then it's like, and yet when you go through a thing like that, that is what you are left to feel. Totally. It feels like, yeah, hopefully, I mean, it's been a long time. I bet you, when they solve this case, that will alleviate some of that. And hopefully that happens. soon. Yeah, for it staying unsolved that long and being in that position's got to be rough. Yes. Yeah. I believe that whoever was in that room and did that was a murderer. A new podcast series, "Fault Line Haditha," tells the story of a shocking crime and a cover-up at the highest levels of the United States Marine Corps. If you've got five players and you offer immunity to four, you better be right about the fifth, because if you're not, then you've just given immunity to your color. Listen to "Fault Line Haditha" on the iHeart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. I survived nine months in captivity, and I've spent my life exploring how other people survive what should have destroyed them. I'm Elizabeth Smart, and these are the survivor files. Every week, I'm with survivors who live through the unthinkable, abducted, stalked, controlled, and nearly silenced. Listen to the survivor files with Elizabeth Smart on the iHeart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. The detective said he had stalked her before she died. Years later, they said he remained the person they continued to focus on. This is Hunter Youngwarm, post of hunting for answers at your crime podcast. Shedding light on the silent epidemic of missing and murdered black women and girls, bringing attention to stories that equally deserve to be told, and to the questions that still remain. Listen to "Hunting for Answers" a true crime podcast from the Black Effect Podcast Network on the iHeart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Okay, we'll take a 180 turn, and the subject line of this email is childhood hijinks from the 90s. So, right, we'll just go to the world, and it says, "Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears." And then in parentheses, it says, "Ise." "I'm a child of the 90s and have the quintessential tale to tell. I'm the youngest of three children and was fiercely independent in parentheses, it says, in the words of my mother from early days." Yeah, that your mom being like, you're so fiercely independent, make your own life. The combination of my sass and my siblings being older meant that my parents didn't feel the need to be so invested in my every move when they probably still should have been. Yeah, that's right. But hey, it was the 90s. They had busy lives, and since we didn't have Tivo, there was an urgency around catching your shows when they aired live. One faithful night, my parents were juggling, watching an unnamed television show and getting ready for date night. Our babysitter had not yet arrived, but my siblings and I were used to doing our own thing, and my sister probably felt annoyed at the idea that they were getting her a babysitter because she was 11, which in her mind meant she was basically an adult. My brother and sister both had televisions in their rooms, Rich, but I did not. As such, I usually found more creative ways to entertain myself. The babysitter arrived and my parents were calling my siblings and I to kiss them goodbye before they were off to dinner in a show. After about 10 minutes, I did not come to greet them and they started to worry. I was not privy to what happened next, but I'm told that my parents became more and more frantic. They had left the front door unlocked for the babysitter. Had I run outside, had someone snuck in and nabbed me, their imaginations went wild, and they tore the house apart. They canceled dinner reservations. They worried that every worse parent's nightmare was happening to them. After 30 minutes, my parents called the police and reported me missing. Do we know how old she was or now? Six. Oh, six, okay. Yeah. The cops came over, talked to them and began helping my parents search the house while additional officers were going to come and canvas the surrounding area. It was quite a frenzy, I am told. They were within minutes of issuing a brand new thing at the time called an amber alert. Wow. Imagine the surprise when I woke up, dazed and confused to a cop screaming. She's here. She's here. She's alive. From my cozy, dark, perfectly six-year-old-sized nest in the back of a neglected coat closet. That's right, no dramatic exit, no nefarious criminal, no foul play. Just a youngest sibling trying to escape all the hubbub of a noisy house and get some quality shut eye. I not only got into the closet, but ducked back behind a few paintings under some coats and in the very corner where my brain decided it would be the darkest and the quietest. I even brought a juice box so I could wind down before falling into a deep slumber. To this day, I am still in search of a sleep that deep and restorative. That sounds nice. Honestly, like, take me there. It's all like kind of the, everything's muffled and quiet. Got your juice box. Yeah. No one's touching you or screaming. Stay sexy and tell someone if you're going to barricade yourself into a soundproof cocoon for a couple of hours. M. She, her. Oh my god. Yeah, but being woken up by a screaming call is the craziest. And also, I'm sorry to say that is the difference of being a 90s kid and being a 70s kid. Yeah. They wouldn't have looked for you at all right. They would have been long fucking gone. No one that would have looked for you. I would have woken up like back there, forgotten that's what I went in there for and then gotten scared. Yeah. Yeah. They would not have been canceled. All right, I'm not going to tell you the subject. Hi, ladies. In my senior year of high school, each student was required to participate in a senior service project. Some students would go help at the Humane Society or a local soup kitchen. There was also an option to go on a week long service trip to Honduras where you would be able to help a community by building a library, picking coffee beans, etc. My older sister went on this trip her senior year and loved it so naturally. I followed in her first steps. My mom was also able to join us for the trip along with four other shopperones and five students. We had an incredible week of helping out in the little mountain town of Montaverde. Montaverde? Montaverde. Yeah. Per tradition. That's got to be it. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Sure. I like that pronunciation. Please, please write in about how wrong because the translation that they wrote is not Montaverde as you think it is. I do not speak Spanish or any, I don't speak Portuguese. The tradition says Munte Verde. Munte Verde? Mm-hmm. So that sounds. I found it right when you did it. Okay. Here, but we'll dub that over. Yeah. Per tradition, the last day of the trip was designated Monday. The plan was to go hiking and swimming as a scenery around us was incredibly beautiful. We had a local woman guiding us who only spoke Spanish. We did not. And the rest of us followed us, she let us through the lush green mountainside. After hiking for a bit, we stopped at a clearing near a ravine. There was rushing water to swim in and rocks to climb on. And like teenagers do when instructed to have fun, we were being loud, screaming, jumping in the water, laughing, and splashing around. All of the sudden, faster than my brain could even process. Thousands of bees started swarming our group. That was going to happen to you. I'm just like, what? What was it? It's hard for me to remember specifics, but all I could hear in that moment was screaming. And then someone yelling at us to jump in the water. Luckily, I was standing next to my mom and we both were able to jump in together. As the strong current pushed us down the ravine, we were slamming against rocks, bobbing in and out of the water to wash off the bees, and also trying not to drown. When coming up for air, all I could see was my other classmates covered in bees, all caps. So much so that I couldn't even see their skin below it. I'm like, what kind of Honduras bees? What kind of bees are we talking? Tropical bees. That's quite a swarm. And also that it just reminds me of the man with the beard of bees. We're just like Jesus Christ. Yeah, right. It was truly straight out of a horror film. I tried to go limp and cover my head on the way down, hoping it wouldn't slam too hard against a rock. I was also trying to keep track of my mom who was in front of me. The current pushed us to the end of the ravine where thousands of bees floated in the water and all of us were catching our breath. Some of my classmates who were out of the water when the bees attacked were completely covered in stingers and needed medical attention, ASAP. One boy was allergic to bees and another boy was falling in and out of consciousness. Holy. My mom and nurse and another chaperone, a doctor and his daughter who was in college at the time sprung into action carrying the badly stunned kids up a huge hillside to get to a nearby road. A reminder that we were alone in the mountains of Honduras. The local guide was gone, probably running from the bees as well. And it's the one that knocked the whole bee high of Austin. Bye. Yes. And our phones were two. There was no service anyways. We eventually waved a motorcycleist down and explained with hand gestures that we needed help. We were able to get a ride to a nearby birthing center, which was the closest thing they had to a hospital. The birthing center had no electricity, but they did have an epinephrine pen. Wow. After calming everyone down, giving medication to those who needed it and picking out stingers from people's skin, we all ended up okay, traumatized, but okay. When we flew home the next day, we looked insane. Our faces were so swollen and misshapen from the bee sting welts and swelling. Let's just say we were the last class that went to Honduras. Oh, that's right. That's right. They ruined it for every minute. Exactly. So I guess in the spirit of forgiveness, the messages, stay sexy and save the bees. JJ. JJ, I relate to your trauma. I've was I've also been covered in bees. Oh, yeah, you've heard that story. Probably as a kid. You just listen to this podcast. Yeah, I was 12 and we took big length of PVC pipe and drove it into the ground. We put a bucket over over the top of a, I think it's the horn, it's nest that are in ground. - Oh God. - And then the bucket turned black. So then we went and got a big pipe to knock the PVC bucket off of where it was. And we're like one, two, three. - Thinking that we're far enough away. - Uh-huh. - No, you just pissed them off and they were like, well, we knocked the bucket off and then the pipe went straight into the hole and then a swarm of bees rose up out of the ground. I can't believe you don't know this story. It, we watched it rise up out of the ground cause turned to you. - And then calm that us like that. It was fucking nuts though. And we ran and we recovered in bees. - Those are in bees, I'm hornets and bees. Like let's not call them the same thing. - Yeah, that's true. - That is terrifying. - It was like a cartoon. I almost laughed as it was happening 'cause it was truly like-- - Yeah, let me do that like. - Yeah, they're like, oh you there. Like the shape of a hand pointing at high. - Yeah. - And then I ran to our back door. We lived five miles out of town. The back door was locked so I couldn't get inside. It was nuts. - No. - And I also sat there. I can't imagine traveling like that because I had like my baking soda poultice all like head to toe 'cause it's covered in bee stings. My parents still went out to dinner. - They went out to dinner, they did. - They're like, you're good, right? - Yeah, she's not moving. She's not going anywhere. - They'll do bee stings. - Is she gonna have an epileptic shock? We don't know. - Look, she's very dramatic. She might call us if you get an epileptic shock. - Right. - I don't even know if that's what an epileptic shock is. - I think it is. - Okay, great. - No, you're dead on. I think my sister might have been slightly nice to me that night. - No. - I think that's, that was the big difference. - It's not like that. - Okay. - The detective said he had stalked her before she died. - This is Hunter Gilmourne. Post of Hunting for Answers, a true crime podcast. - Shedding light on the silent epidemic of missing and murdered black women and girls, bringing attention to stories that equally deserve to be told and to the questions that still remain. Listen to Hunting for Answers, a true crime podcast from the Black Effect Podcast Network on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcast. - There was no anything inside those eyes. They turned black. It scared the hell out of me. - Evil wake up, and the woman saw the murder take place by creamette and the pippo. - Anthony DePippo showed no signs of remorse, appearing unfazed after being sentenced to the maximum. - I said I'm not guilty, I'll take it to the grave. Listen to the devil's quarry and the bone valley feed on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcasts. - I'm Melissa Jeltson, and in my new podcast, what happened to her? I'm bringing you new stories every week, stories like Sandra Birch Morris, a dark narrative defined by grooming the abuse of power and an alleged cover-up. - You never know who that devil is because he's wearing disguise. Sometimes it's a police uniform. - Listen to what happened to her on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcasts. - Here's my last one. I am not gonna read you the subject line. It says Dear Karen and Georgia. My name is Joanne, and I'm a long time listener from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I'm 73 years old. I wanted to thank you for your 9/11 episode on the unsung heroes of the 88th floor of the Twin Towers. - That's my story. - I remember that one. - That's my credit. - That I remember. - This you know. The main hero, Frank D. Martini, touched my heart so deeply. I listened to the episode at least three times. The story felt so significant and brave that I played the first 15 minutes as a reflection for my prayer group on 9/11. - Oh my God. - The group was very receptive. - Prayer. - Wait, she played a set of beauties. - It shouldn't be anywhere near a prayer group. Like, we're not permitted to be within five yards of a prayer group. - Joanne believes in us. And if we've convinced Joanne. - Yeah, Joanne believes in us. - So the point where she's bringing it to the prayer group? - Totally. - Well, listen to this. - Cool. - I'm like sweating for real. - I'm like how many times did we say the effort during that episode? - Joanne, we going Jesus fucking Christ over and over again. - I started an episode recently just kind of making Jesus jokes in general. - That's why we did that, that's right. - Although 12 years at Catholic school, it's earned. - Yeah. - Okay, anyway, here's the good news. The group was very receptive and after listening, we continued to praise special intentions for the victims, families, and survivors of this tragedy. It opened the way for us to share our own experiences and memories from that day as well. Something else happened that felt meant to be. On 9/11, I came across the live reading of the names of those who died. It was happening live in real time. They were reading the last names that started with D. I stopped and listened. And I heard the name Francis Albert D. Martini read aloud. I felt honored to hear his name. - Wow. - Joanne, you're getting me. I felt I was supposed to hear it. Thank you for telling Frank's story and honoring him and the other heroes of the 88th floor. I wanted you to know that you now have reached a point in your podcast career where an episode was used as a topic for a prayer group reflection. - The first time in history of the podcast, I hope. - Right. I mean, I think we have had a nun right in. - That's right. - So we've creeped up to the edge of the spiritual community. - Yeah, maybe we need to make more stay saved and do God's missions. - Merch. - Right? - Just for you. - I bet Joanne would love that story. - Totally. - Joanne, if you would go and ask other murdering us to tell you the stay saved and do God's missions story, I think you'll really enjoy it. And perhaps the prayer group will do. - No, I'm acting all like, and perhaps. Okay. Your work brought reverence and comfort to us. - Wow. Do they know I'm Jewish? - I know. - I think they like it. - You're Jewish. - That's nice. - Okay. Then it says, with gratitude and appreciation, Joanne, Yeager, Stachevich. - Wow. - Yeah. - Amazing. - I know. We'll tell your Bible study people. We say, "Hi." And tell Jesus we say, "What's up?" - Joanne, if you could put in a good word. - That's right. - And just let everybody upstairs know, we've been doing our best sometimes. And then the other times we didn't do our best intentionally. - Yeah. - We've been trying to make up for that. - And we're aware that we weren't doing our best. We've never thought we've never been cocky about our best. - No, we've been very invested in less than our best. - Yeah. - Thinking it was kind of a look. - But mindfully. - Mindfully and with humor. - That's right. And what more can Jesus fucking want from us? - Okay. That's one's polygraph test. - Hey, MFM team, longtime listener, several times email or hoping this one does it. - We'll see. - Oh wait, it's happening. - It's happening. - I work as a forensic scientist for a state crime lab. - Cool. - The State Department I work for has several various divisions, including a training academy that outside agencies can send law enforcement officials to. The training programs sometimes require the use of non-law enforcement volunteers. And that's where the nerds at the crime lab come in. - Hey. - They ask for volunteers for field sobriety tests. They get a strunk and then have us pretend we got stopped while driving. - Oh really? - That's your job. - Where do they get to? - Where do I get to? - I have to. - Do they get to go in the back office? Do they go to a bar and then come back to work? - I can't imagine they get to have fun first. - But wouldn't it be more realistic as a test if they were really having fun? - We need to know this too. - You can't just write this and then not tell us. - Yeah, come on. - Also, they do rapport building interviews, officers sit down and try to build a relationship quickly to get you talking about feelings. - So what, Karen? - Yes. - Try to do it. - Try to get me to talk. - Hey. - Hey. - Don't you look skin looks incredible. - Thank you. - Oh my god. That makes me feel so gorgeous. - Thank you. I knew it immediately. I'd be so good at this. - You just glad to give me. - Yeah. - And here's what I do to you. Hey, Katz. I love Katz. - Oh, you did it. That was great. - We did it. - And polygraph tests. That's the other training. - Okay. - Do I think the science behind polygraph testing is unreliable? Yes. But if presented with a benign opportunity, do I want to be hooked up to a polygraph machine? - Also, yes. - Yes. - And that's how I ended up in a random office building on campus with myself and two other women wielding nerf guns so we can quote shoot a person I'd never met before and then lie about it when hooked up to the polygraph. - Oh. - Because they actually have to do the action to really see if they're lying. - Because the brain. - Right. Yes. - The brain. - It'll be like, it is a factual truth that you shot some time. - Totally. - Totally. Exactly. The officer assigned to me chatted with me for a while. We bonded over baseball, talking about how frustrating it is that the Houston Astros are considered the 2017 World Series Champions, even though-- - Real quick. - Yeah. - There's nothing to do with this. - We're getting looped into a cheating scandal side. - I am. - Taking a side. - I've never even heard of this. So if you have a beef with this, it's not with us. I'm gonna bleep you while you say it. - Okay. Houston Astros. - Bleep. - Are considered the 2017 World Champions, even though it's been proven that they lied and cheated and then discussed the shooting that took place on campus. So nothing to do with me. - This entire email was only written for them to get that word out. - It's written by whoever the other team was. who are mad that they lost. And I don't know. - Who that is? - It's the Browns. - The Cleveland Browns. - That's right. - Is it? - No, that's a football team. I'm just being intentionally ignorant about sports. - This is how much we don't know. - Okay. After denying any knowledge and involvement of the shooting, I was hooked up to the polygraph machine and asked the control questions, both known truths and known lies. And the case-specific questions were I denied any involvement in the shootings. We went through the questions three times, and at the end of the officer looked at me and said, "Now Sarah, I can tell you're a good person. "Maybe you got in over your head, "but the polygraph is telling me "that you're not being honest. "What really happened?" Everyone remember that cops can lie to you. - Yes. - Just bold. - They're absolutely allowed to lie to you. - They're allowed to lie to you. But I don't think that's what's happening. I admitted maybe knowing a little bit more, throwing one of the other women under the bus completely. Sorry, Kathy, it says. But sticking to the not being anywhere near the shooting, the officer kept pushing. It went back and forth for a while. And finally, he said, quote, "Don't be like the 2017 Astros, be honest here." And that's what broke me. I admitted to the shooting because I refused to have anything in common with those cheaters. - So here's, this is a form of cheating. You've written us an email that's supposed to be about something else, but your agenda is shining through. - Yeah. - And now that's all we can hear. - Right in at my favorite murder at Gmail. And tell us what really happened. - Here comes a legal letter from Major League Baseball. You're not allowed to talk about this. - I want to ask what it's about this when I get home, I should ask them. - After I got unhooked and we broke from our roles, the evaluating officer showed me the results and said, quote, "We don't get measurements like this in the real world showing me all the numbers that expose me as a terrible liar," which was honestly the most on-brand part of this whole experience. - I kind of want to be, I kind of want to try it. - Also, they're congratulating themselves for not being a liar. - That's right. This whole thing has taken a turn. - Oh, you're right. - Stay sexy and remember that the 2017, who's 10 remember that the 2017 Houston Astros are cheaters. - Using our platform for your agenda from the Cleveland Browns. I mean, Sarah from Sarah. - That's hilarious. - Explain to us what happened. My favorite murder at Gmail, if you have a good story of what happened, it's like succinct. - Yes, send it in. - Also, I can tell you, I'll write in an email about what happened in that email. Someone's like, I'm going to use my clout as a forensic, like this. - That's sizable in this room. - In this room? - Yeah. - We're like, come on in. We'd love for you to have the floor for your story. - Right, and then switch a room. - And then it's like, I'm here to get my baseball agenda going, take that shit over to fucking bar stool sports. We don't care. - This is not a number has been bars of bar stool sports. - That's podcast. - Although, we might do a spin-off. - A sports spin-off. - Wow, this has been a messy sudden mystery. My favorite murder at Gmail. - Please know that it truly can be about any topic, except for the 2017 Houston Astros Cheating scandal. - From the side of pro Houston, anti-Huston. - Yes, otherwise anything. - The anti-Huston side has been expressed. If you want to come with pro. - Come at us. - I did bleep you and yell over you the entire time. - I mean, thanks for listening. - Stay sexy. - I don't get murdered. - Goodbye. - Very important for you to know the other team in question is the Dodgers are home team. - Oh, keep this on. - Keep this, keep recording. - How dare you. - You? - Somehow. - Wait, no, no. How dare you, the cheaters or how dare you? - The cues. - Wait, no. - Yeah, no. - We'd be on the email side. - So they won. - So we're gonna take two. - I'm fairly. - And I won't interrupt you at all. (laughing) - Actually, I will keep my stance 'cause I'm a giants. I'm from the giants. - Oh, that's right. - Yeah. - Okay. - This is why I still don't know what's happening. - This whole thing is a real area we don't need to get into. - And I refuse to care. - Although. - By principal. - What if this is the engagement? - This is the content engagement churn that begins. - This is what we've been waiting for to get those numbers up. - Placeball problems. - Stay sexy. - And don't get murdered. (laughing) - Go to the spaceball, bye. - Giants forever. - Elvis, do you want a cookie? - Ah. (upbeat music) - This has been an exactly right production. 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