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Kimmel
Everybody's just tired of the lies. The lies are what's getting people killed? That's the whole point. You're getting sued because you lied, you know, it wasn't a Maga. You know, he had a trans boyfriend. How do you just get up there and just lie? Every single night. It never ends.

McDonald’s new employees

Something is off about those Charlie text messages, does not sound like texts you would expect from a 22 year old
Hello. New junkies. I'm just driving back from Orlando. Back to Alabama. and uh listening to the episode from yesterday about the Charlie, Kirk text messages and I don't know man. Especially Dan, it's like 2122 year old the text. Just seemed like that's not what a 22 year. Old would be texting back and forth. Now again, this is not coming from the person that's the most saying but I don't know. I want to get into that deep conspiracy stuff, but just seems weird. Wiggle, pop pop.


The handicap
Hey there junkies, what's going on? Um I really hate drivers actually. Um, can I do a little rant right now? I'm sorry. If you have a handicap license plate or a sticker hanging from your windshield, there is no reason for you to be in the fast lane, just get the F out of my way right now. Okay, bye.

Litter box call back
Sabrina, I gotta give it to you. That was excellent use. Of the litter box in the high school bathrooms call back, man, that was a fantastic. You uh I was uh, leaving work in my car. Uh I'm a swerved into uh into another car in the parking garage because I started laughing so hard. Well played ma'am. Well played indeed.

Young drivers.
Hey, junkies Mad. King here, calling in from Daytona Beach. So I'm a ride share driver. I do Uber and Lyft and I can tell you that the majority of my passengers are between the age of 20 and 35 and for some reason, they have no desire to learn how to drive by a car, have the responsibility having to do with any of it. So yeah. What they're saying is pretty accurate wiggle, wiggle, pop, pop.