MFM Minisode 478

This is exactly right. of Lucy Letby on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. I'm Clayton Eckerd. In 2022, I was the lead of ABC's The Bachelor. But here's the thing. Bachelor fans hated him. If I could press a button and rewind it all, I would. That's when his life took a disturbing turn. A one-night stand would end in a courtroom. The media is here. This case has gone viral. The dating contract. agree to date me, but I'm also suing you. This is unlike anything I've ever seen before. I'm Stephanie Young. Listen to Love Trapped on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Hello. If you're the kind of person who wishes you could listen to podcasts and watch Netflix at the same time, we have got big news for you. You can now watch My Favorite Murder on Netflix. That's right. It's the same podcast, same conversations, same everything you already love, now on video and on Netflix, just like Bridgerton. So if you're scrolling for something to watch, you can now watch us on Netflix. Search My Favorite Murder for new weekly episodes. And when you're there, hit the double thumbs up and the remind me buttons, because that's the best way you can support our show. Goodbye. Hello and welcome to My Favorite Murder. The Minisoad. We read you the stories that you send us. And I keep air drying my hair. So what you're hearing now, it sounds so smooth and silky, but what you're seeing. We're a mess. But this is the chill episode. I feel like this is the easy, like light lift episode. Is this the clean girl makeup episode? No, I mean like hometowns. Just feel like. Do we have to be so perfect all the time? Not like in the regular episodes where we're fucking. Where it's on it. Ugh. Snatched. Curling it. This is a nice concise one to kick it off. Okay. The subject line is classic hometown and badass grandpa. And it says, it just goes right into it. My grandpa Ray was and always will be a total badass and my hero. Ray. Boom. I could write stories for days, but my favorite was the time that he casually told me he spent part of his childhood alongside an infamous killer. Grandpa grew up in the holler of Brush Mountain in Blacksburg, Virginia, where I was born and raised. He once told me about a boy who lived up the same road, in quotes, a different fella, he said, who had a glass eye. The boy's mama was a sex worker and his daddy, I bet that's not how his grandpa said it. He did not use those words. The boy's mama was a sex worker and his daddy didn't have any legs. Grandpa added, almost as an afterthought that the fellow went on to kill women out west and confessed to many other murders. I immediately called bullshit on grandpa. That's when my mom chimed in. No, it's true. That's right. Grandpa grew up alongside Henry Lee Lucas, the confession killer. Holy shit. Henry Lee Lucas was his neighborhood kid. No. No. Grandpa Ray passed away 10 years ago, but I treasure the 26 years I got to spend with him and the many stories he shared. I would love to hear Grandpa Ray holler stories. Absolutely. Especially that one in particular. Sure. Stay sexy and don't be too quick to call bullshit on Grandpa, Amy. I love immediate bullshit on Grandpa. Like, I would never have the gall to call bullshit on a grandpa. That's how these kids are these days. It's true. These Gen Zers. That's right. They yearn for justice. Okay. This is called One Hour Photo for Good. if you're actually reading this i am so grateful to this podcast and everyone who makes it happen i have been a listener since 2016 hey your podcast talked me off the ledge the morning after the election that year can you believe we thought that was the worst that could happen damn you've been my friends and traveling companions through so much giving me laughter through breast cancer divorce pet loss an empty nest and so much more i appreciate you ladies and count you as sisters Oh, my God. I know. But I want to tell you about something that happened when I was 19. It was 1989, and I had dropped out of college. Concerned about my well-being, my older brother invited me to move from my home state of Kentucky down to League City, Texas. I've never heard of it. Big baseball town. A lot of baseball leagues? A lot of leagues. Measurements under the sea? I don't know. That is a whole other story. I quickly got a job at a one-hour photo lab in Friendswood, Texas, just up the interstate. One exit. My sister worked at a one-hour photo place when she was in high school. She saw some shit. Awesome. Yeah. We all saw it. We all got to see some shit. I bet. It was a busy one-hour lab in a big mall. There were regulars with rolls of film chronicling their lives. Do you remember disc cameras? Instamatics? These took terrible pictures. Yeah, they did. Did they? Me and my sister got them for Christmas one year from Ant-Man and they came in this big, it was almost like an unboxing box. It came in this big box. It was such a big deal. Presentation. But it felt like they were cameras made for, to give kids a camera and be like, here, go take some pictures. And that's what all, everything was like from a down here perspective, like downward going up. Yeah. I remember this. Okay. These took terrible pictures. But then there was the 35 millimeter film in 12, 24 or 36 frame rolls. I should know that. My sister is now a photographer. I was going to say, did Lee learn it at the photo development lab? No, since high school, she's been doing it. Oh, yeah. She's dedicated. Okay. Most people got single or double prints except for a regular customer who came in about once a week, dropped off a roll for film processing only. He would be back on the hour to pick up the film. He asked us to keep the whole roll intact, placed in a special clear plastic sleeve, then rolled and then put back into the paper bag. So I feel like we need to explain to some children that are listening that instead of getting the film developed into actual photos, you would just get them turned into film so you could go home in your own dark room and develop them yourself. Yeah. Meaning no one would see the film at the one-hour photo store. See, I didn't know that. I'm learning with the children. Okay. I didn't realize that was an option. He's basically getting a thing to then go home and do it himself instead of get them there. He's like, you have to take the first two steps for me because I don't have like the chemicals or something. Sure. I don't know. Okay. That's all I know. All he's saying is what's happening on this film is illegal. Totally. And I don't want you to see it. Yeah, totally. My boss, a no-nonsense native Texan, a year older than me named Lisa, stopped me the first time I processed a roll of his film. She took the roll, looked at it on the light table, quickly printed a few frames. The date was automatically printed on the back of each print. The pictures would go through the machine in a long strip coming down a conveyor belt to be packaged. The people in the mall could watch the stream of images. She covered the conveyor when his went through. Oh. So she's going clandestine. Lisa knows exactly what's happening here. Right. And she's going to do something about it. I love this one because I remember every single older, like, boss or co-worker I had from when I was stupid at 19. Sure. Instead of stupid at 45. That, like, taught me so much about life. Yeah. They were like, so no nonsense. Yes. Well, also because they were the holders and like they were the rule followers as the example. So when they were breaking rules, you were like, wait, what's happening now? Like the waitress that passed my mom the aspirin where it's like, we don't know why this is the rule. Your child is a headache. I'm going to give you. Totally. And I trust you to make that decision on your own. Yes. Okay. When she handed me the printed pictures, I saw images of him, a dumpy middle-aged man, in states of getting nude in an empty classroom. The pictures went into a package she kept in her desk. Okay, weird. She instructed me to print samples from his film whenever he came in. Sometimes his wife would drop off the film. Then one fateful day, he brought in a role that included a girl, elementary age, sitting at a school desk looking down, writing, seemingly, and I hope honestly unaware, that he was several rows back behind her with his pants around his ankles. Jesus Christ. My badass 20 boss printed every frame on that role Then she called the FBI And after that our district manager Yes Lisa Lisa was like I not messing with the local cops No this is a federal case I have them on speed dial I've never seen that kind of calm. Sure. Get this shit dealt with self-confidence before he and his wife who held the camera, who held the camera. So they were doing it together. I I didn't even see that. Were arrested and went to jail. He lost his teaching license. I don't know where Lisa is now, but I'm sure she's doing good. I bet she is. Thank you for reading, Heather. Especially in a time like this, we are now just up to our eyeballs in this nightmare Epstein-File bullshit, which is like just this kind of stuff that's been like brushed under the carpet and hidden away for years. Yep. Yeah. And made smaller or whatever. It's just like Lisa's been fighting the good fight. Totally. Since. 89. I mean. That's. Yeah. Come on. Tell us your stories about the older kid that you knew that was a fucking badass that gave you the courage to also be a badass. Yes. Right. Your example. Yes. Your example like late teen. Yeah. My favorite murder at Gmail. Yeah. Good one. Send them in. Literally. I thought you were like, do you have Epstein stories? Send us your Epstein stories. That's not funny. That's not funny at all. And that's how we do things over here. Send those to the FBI. Call in. In 2023, a story gripped the UK, evoking horror and disbelief. The nurse who should have been in charge of caring for tiny babies is now the most prolific child killer in modern British history. Everyone thought they knew how it ended. A verdict? A villain? A nurse named Lucy Letby. Lucy Letby has been found guilty. But what if we didn't get the whole story? The moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapses. I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast, Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby, we follow the evidence and hear from the people that lived it to ask what really happened when the world decided who Lucy Letby was. No voicing of any skepticism or doubt. It'll cause so much harm at every single level if the British establishment of this is wrong. Listen to Doubt, The Case of Lucy Letby on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. I'm Clayton Eckerd, and in 2022, I was the lead of ABC's The Bachelor. Unfortunately, it didn't go according to plan. He became the first Bachelor to ever have his final rose rejected. The internet turned on him. If I could press a button and rewind it, all I would. But what happened to Clayton after the show made even bigger headlines. It began as a one-night stand and ended in a courtroom, with Clayton at the center of a very strange paternity scandal. The media is here. This case has gone viral. The dating contract. Agree to date me, but I'm also suing you. Please search warrant. This is unlike anything I've ever seen. before. I'm Stephanie Young. This is Love Trapped. This season, an epic battle of he said, she said, and the search for accountability in a sea of lies. I have done nothing except get pregnant by the f***ing bachelor! Listen to Love Trapped on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. China's Ministry of State Security is one of the most mysterious and powerful spy agencies in the world. But in 2017, the FBI got inside. This is Special Agent Regal, Special Agent Bradley Hall. This MSS officer has no idea the U.S. government is on to him. But the FBI has his chats, texts, emails, even his personal diary. Hear how they got it on the Sixth Bureau podcast. I now have several terabytes of an MSS officer, no doubt, no question, of his life. And that's a unicorn. No one had ever seen anything like that. It was unbelievable. This is a story of the inner workings of the MSS and how one man's ambition and mistakes opened its vault of secrets. Listen to the Sixth Bureau on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Okay, I'm not going to read you the subject line. It says, hello, Badass MFM podcast family. I grew up in the same house that my mother was raised in, which was built by my great-grandfather after they emigrated from Italy in the 1940s. Come on. Abundanza. Sorry, Liana. Every time you say Italy, you have to touch the Italy thing. Do it. Italy! Italy! Okay. My grandmother purchased it from her parents and eventually sold it to my mother when I was maybe 12. At that point, my grandmother moved upstairs and my parents commissioned hella construction to make sure... I missed that the first time. Hella construction to make sure that she was comfortable in what would become a finished mother-daughter apartment. Because I was 12 and my parents wanted to make me feel better about the whole move, they promised to renovate one of the bedrooms for me, too, which involved knocking out a wall and building out the foundation of the house. The whole bedroom ended up being larger than my first studio apartment. Nice. Here's the thing. My great-grandfather was in cement. His son, my great-uncle, followed suit, more or less, in the cement business. Jesus Christ. I know. Sorry. I was, like, buried under the house in cement? I actually wasn't sure. In cement. I get it. search for those context clues. Okay. Okay. My mother said with quotes around it. Okay. So here we go. My mother said that when she was a kid, Uncle Charlie would come to the house at all sorts of weird hours with weird people and weird things. One of her more memorable stories involved him showing up just before their bedtime with a life-size statue of St. Jude, which he took from a church that was being renovated because they were throwing it out. St. Jude still lives in my parents' basement because everyone's afraid it's the only thing bringing good juju into the house at this point. A full-size statue. I don't think you can throw away, like, no reliquary unless it, right? Sorry, I really had to bust that one out. God, it's so rare that a word comes into my head anymore. That one really was waiting. You've been holding onto that. I've never even heard that word. That's how good it was. Oh, I'm so proud of my fucked up brain. Okay. Yeah, I don't think they just throw out statues because they're redoing the place. Yeah. The style's been pretty similar since about 1590, I would guess. Okay. My parents' basement is still a treasure trove of what the fuck because my grandmother was a hoarder and it's taken more than five years to clear out all her stuff. My grandmother's second husband collected guns and they knew my grandmother had held on to an antique pearl-handled pistol, but these weren't pretty collectibles. That particular closet backs up to the attic, which is accessible through a creepy little door in the back wall. Yes. And something told my parents to investigate further. Well, after a weekend of deep diving through support beams and insulation, they found upwards of a dozen firearms hidden in the attic, including models that are very illegal to own. They have no idea how long they'd been there, who originally owned them, or why my grandmother was hiding them. But that's not the story I'm really emailing about. Yep, sorry. Not talking about that. It says, I break a promise to someone who's dead. Will they come back and haunt you? My dad has always been a pretty straightforward guy. My mother's family is old school Italian superstitious, but my dad not so much. So old school Italian. So this was kind of a weird question to ask at the lunch table. At this point, all the alarm bells in my mother's head are going off, and she demands to know what he's talking about. After a few minutes of sweating and dodging questions, he tells us this story. When my parents were building the addition to the house They hired a friend of my great uncle's to do the construction The plan was to build a new living room where the concrete porch used to be But when they went to dig it up They found it went down way further than was structurally necessary And decided the best idea was just to use that as the foundation That meant matching the depth when they poured the foundation for my new bedroom The morning they scheduled the concrete pour my grandmother called my dad upstairs and handled him a bundle of sheets. Give this to the guys, she told him. They'll know what to do with it, and whatever you do, don't tell your wife. My dad did as he was told and handed the bundle to my great-uncle's friend, who unwrapped it just enough to see the handgun inside and just gave it a nod before setting it into the cement. Oh, my God. So aside from finding out that my childhood bedroom was built over a hidden handgun, we also realized that if my grandmother had been cool with hiding some dozen guns in the attic, this particular gun must have been responsible for some atrocious shit if it needed to be hidden forever in a foundation. It was hot. It was hot and potentially connected to an international murder. Mafia murder. Gotta say, if I'm ever in trouble, I'm going to my dad for help because he immediately forgot all about the incident and was never even tempted to tell my mother until that exact day when she had had the dream that there was a gun somewhere on the property. If this ends up getting read on a mini-sode, thanks for sharing in my ruined childhood. Stay sexy and don't get murdered. Faith. Wow, Faith. That's a very Sopranos email. It's Meadow. It could be signed Meadow. Your friend, Meadow. Okay. My mom fucked politeness at the laundromat. Hey, y'all. That's all I have in me. That's all I have in me for an intro, so let's jump in. Sounds good. When I was in middle school, my parents were remodeling our house, and we didn't have a laundry room for over a year and had to do all of our laundry at the local laundromats. I always went with my mom to hang out for a few hours while the clothes washed and dried. All the other customers were always kind, usually women and kids hanging out. One day while we were loading up the laundry and supplies into the back of the vehicle, a man stopped my mom. He had been sitting outside in the Alabama heat the whole time we were there. I didn't stop and went to sit in the car, but I heard him ask her for a ride to a local motel. I heard my mom say, sir, you know I can't do that, and shot her eyes over to me. Next, I knew my mom was at my door telling me to shut it and lock it. I was being a bratty teen and said no because it was hot and she hadn't started the car yet. She's like leaning with the door open. She said through gritted teeth, shut the door now. I probably rolled my eyes and crossed my arms after shutting the door because I was dramatic. She was a little upset with me when she got in, but then we drove home like normal. When we got home, my mom told my dad about the conversation with the man, including the parts I didn't see. The man had lifted his shirt to show a gun in his waistband and told her that he would keep us safe. So I can't drive you. I'm scared. I'll keep you safe. Don't worry. I have a gun. I'll keep you safe. It's me, the strange man with the gun. I'll keep you safe. In my waistband. Yeah. After she told the man no again, he threw his flip phone at the brick wall of the laundromat in anger. She also told my dad about how I wouldn't shut the door and he got upset with me too. But as a parent myself now, I understand their reactions were out of fear. Safe to say our washer dryer were installed that week and we never went back to the laundromat again. I'll never know what intentions that man had, but I'm glad my mom fucked politeness and kept us safe. She is such a strong woman and I hope I am showing my kids a fraction of the strength and determination she has. Her name is Tara, pronounced Tara. Stay sexy and shut the car door when your mom asks. Ambria, pronounced Ambria. Oh, nice. I've heard that name before. It's pretty. Feel free to use my name. Love you guys and all that you do. Ambria, here's what I love, that you're like, I understand that she was saying that to me out of fear. It's like, do you understand that you need to be a team player? And if the person that knows more than you and is smarter than you and has been around so much longer than you comes up and tells you to do a thing. Shut the fucking door. With a certain kind of energy, maybe focus on that. Teens have no clue. They're like equally the best people in the world and the worst people in the world at the same time. Yeah. I mean, it's not fair in a lot of ways because you're the youngest old person. So you're the dumbest old person. Right. Usually. Yeah. But in those situations where it's just like, I just wish she had done a full like, I should have listened to my mom the first time and had some spatial awareness. Instead, it's like, I understand she was working out of fear. Like, there was a gun. A guy with a gun. Okay. I love yelling. In 2023, a story gripped the UK, evoking horror and disbelief. The nurse who should have been in charge of caring for tiny babies is now the most prolific child killer in modern British history. Everyone thought they knew how it ended. A verdict, a villain, a nurse named Lucy Letby. Lucy Letby has been found guilty. But what if we didn't get the whole story? The moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapses. I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby, we follow the evidence and hear from the people that lived it to ask what really happened when the world decided who Lucy Letby was. No voicing of any skepticism or doubt. It'll cause so much harm at every single level if the British establishment of this is wrong. Listen to Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. I'm Clayton Eckerd, and in 2022, I was the lead of ABC's The Bachelor. Unfortunately, it didn't go according to plan. He became the first Bachelor to ever have his final rose rejected. The internet turned on him. If I could press a button and rewind it all, I would. But what happened to Clayton after the show made even bigger headlines. It began as a one-night stand and ended in a courtroom, with Clayton at the center of a very strange paternity scandal. The media is here. This case has gone viral. The dating contract. Agree to date me, but I'm also suing you. Please search for it. This is unlike anything I've ever seen before. I'm Stephanie Young. This is Love Trapped. This season, an epic battle of he said, she said, and the search for accountability in a sea of lies. I have done nothing except get pregnant by the f***ing bachelor! Listen to Love Trapped on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. China's Ministry of State Security is one of the most mysterious and powerful spy agencies in the world. But in 2017, the FBI got inside. This is Special Agent Regal, Special Agent Bradley Hall. This MSS officer has no idea the U.S. government is on to him. But the FBI has his chats, texts, emails, even his personal diary. Hear how they got it on the Sixth Bureau podcast. I now have several terabytes of an MSS officer, no doubt, no question, of his life. And that's a unicorn. No one had ever seen anything like that. It was unbelievable. This is a story of the inner workings of the MSS and how one man's ambition and mistakes opened its vault of secrets. Listen to The Sixth Bureau on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. So, you know, we're talking about, hey, sometimes it's the kid's fault. Hey, sometimes it's the parent's fault. As we well know. I'm not going to read you the subject line. It just says, hi, fellow murder-loving people. Again, we don't love murder. It was summer of 2005, and I was eight years old when we took a family vacation to Yosemite and San Francisco. While in San Fran, we got a boat tour that took us past Alcatraz and to some other island close by. What is that, Marin? Treasure Island, yeah. Well, it depends on where they were going. I don't remember there being a two-island stop for the Alcatraz tour, but I haven't been there since. Alcatraz 2. It's smaller and hipper, and there's a disco. There's an amazing nightlife on Alcatraz 2. Okay, my dad was really nervous that I was going to get seasick, so he gave me three Dramamine, and we bordered the boat. Turns out that the serving size of Dramamine for an eight-year-old is half a pill, so I was knocked the fuck out. Hell yeah. My dad happens to be a fireman. Oh, my God. And it says he's retired now. This is so classic. So he walked around the island, Alcatraz, with my sleeping eight-year-old body thrown over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. So can I just stop here to tell you this And this is the most privileged dad life thing I will ever tell you which is that at night when we were little my dad you could do the fireman carry you could do sack of potatoes or you could ride a horse to bed Those are the three ways we got carried to bed. And you got to pick which one? Yeah. That's so cute. So fireman's, you were just bent over his shoulder. Sure. That kind of hurts your stomach a little bit. Yeah, it's not that fun. Sack of potatoes, he's holding you by your ankles. And you're behind? Oh, my God. But then the horse, you got on back and you put your hand over his mouth to feed the horse and he ran down the hallway and threw you on the bed. Can he do it now? Can I have that? I mean, no, he can only do it verbally. Right. Fun times. That's hilarious. The physical isn't there with him anymore. But it was, Laura and I talk about it sometimes. We're like, that might be the greatest privilege. Yeah, having a firefighter dad. Oh, my God. So that's, I think this one gets me, especially because he just basically, like every fireman's like, we're just going to solve this problem. Just fucking. Here. It's fine. Next time Vince's brother is in town, I'm going to ask him to carry me like a sack of potatoes. He could do, I'll take sack of potatoes or a horse. Right. Okay. So he would occasionally stop and wake me up to eat ice cream and drink water with my eyes closed. My mom and brother took normal pictures and occasionally included me. Weekend at Bernie's style. You have a picture. I can see you have a picture. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's the best picture, too. The only thing that I actually remember about that day is waking up on a park bench next to a dog wearing sunglasses. Oh, she's awake in it. Oh, my God. That's her way. She woke up at the end of all that was like, hey. That is the cutest thing I've ever seen. Wow. Wow. Also, my dad swears he didn't accidentally drug me and that I was just super tired from camping in Yosemite the week prior. Like, yeah. Cheers to the dads that keep our lives interesting and create great memories, even if they're only remembered in photographs. Also, I just completed my advanced certificate in crime analysis. Oh. I also—that girl! That youngster from the park bench! I also have my bachelor's degree in textile science, and I'm hoping to end up in some sort of crime scene analysis textile forensic science situation. Someone once told me that at the FBI, it is someone's job to go up to crime scenes and analyze duct tape and plastic bags that were used in crime. So maybe that. Cheers to unique career paths. And thank you guys for being such great advocates for these victims and their families. you're both part of the reason why I decided to go back to school in the hopes of using my niche knowledge on textiles and other materials in order to help find evidence and build a case and then advocate and fight for those who no longer can and bring justice to them and their loved ones. Oh my God. Stay sexy and always remember to buy the non-drowsy meds and then call your dad. XOXO Lizzie. Oh Lizzie. Isn't that the best? That's the best. How am I going to fall? Okay, I have one more. Do you have a dog in sunglasses at the end? No, and that dog, you can tell he's a private investigator too, right? That dog knows more than he's, he's actually undercover as a stoner. Okay, this is an inheritance of trash parenting. Hello, you're all great, let's go. I sent in a story about the time my dad discovered I was scared of his basement and decided that telling me there was a man with machetes down there would be the best way to make me not scared. That's why we didn't read that email. It's because that's just child abuse. It says it kind of worked. From then on, he signed all of my Christmas and birthday presents and shaky handwriting from the man in the basement with the machetes. I don't get it. It sounds like it was a joke, but I don't get it. It's not that funny. It's kind of hilarious. it's the the horror of like there's just so many people loose with children making these independent decisions right i'm gonna pretend like he said it in a like hilarious way like oh don't worry about the basement it's just a man okay or maybe like the trying to follow it up with funny jokes is like i really scared her that one time and now i'm really trying to lighten the lighten the mood who knows i bring this up to excuse one of my trash parenting moments In my early 30s, I took my four young children, Jesus, to Astoria, Oregon, because there was a TARDIS in an arcade and they loved Dr. Who. While there, I desperately wanted to look at some of the downtown art galleries. So gathered my children and informed them all that we were going to look with our eyes, not with our hands. Doesn't work. Because the shopkeepers have machetes under the counter to chop off the hands of people who touch the art. In her defense, four fucking kids. by any means necessary, first of all. But I'm so sorry. I just didn't think it was going to loop around like that. That's it. We go into the fur shop, and my four-year-old walks right up to the older woman working there and asks her if she has a machete. The woman looked confused and asked, why would I have a machete, sweetie? My daughter looked directly into the woman's eyes and made a chopping motion with her hand to her other arm. Yes. The woman looked horrified. a four-year-old i felt my face go bright red with shame my 10-year-old daughter rushed forward and said we're okay our family just has a dark sense of humor then she steered us all out of the gallery we spent the rest of the time outside until we went home i asked my children if they remembered this and none of them did but they all got a good laugh stay sexy and don't resort to baseless machete threats to get your children to act right or do cal because they work so well You got to admit it. Delightful. In 10 years, we're going to get an email from the 10-year-old who's a parent who says they used it and it didn't go well. The 10-year-old is going to be like a world-class artist or it's like, have you seen my machete sculptures? This was my... I just love machetes. I love them. And this was an inspirational day. Okay, everyone. And I think that people who are watching on Netflix maybe don't know what we're doing. And we should have maybe said it earlier. But send us any kind of story that you have that you think fits with a true crime comedy weird podcast to My Favorite Murder at Gmail. Yeah. I mean, it's kind of explained, but it's like it's just mailbag. So we very early on heard back from our audience so much about so many things. We're like, let's get this out there. Yeah. We need an episode just for your stories. So we did that. So join us. Yeah. And stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Goodbye. Elvis, do you want a cookie? My Favorite Murder on Netflix. And when you're there, hit the double thumbs up and the remind me buttons. That's the best way you can support our show. Goodbye. I'm Amanda Knox, and in the new podcast, Doubt, the case of Lucy Letby, we unpack the story of an unimaginable tragedy that gripped the UK in 2023. But what if we didn't get the whole story? Everything's been made to fit. That's the moment you look at the whole picture, the case collapsed. What if the truth was disguised by a story we chose to believe? Oh my God, I think she might be innocent. Listen to Doubt, The Case of Lucy Letby on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. I'm Clayton Eckerd. In 2022, I was the lead of ABC's The Bachelor. But here's the thing. Bachelor fans hated him. If I could press a button and rewind it all, I would. That's when his life took a disturbing turn. A one-night stand would end in a courtroom. The media is here. This case has gone viral. The dating contract. Agree to date me, but I'm also suing you. This is unlike anything I've ever seen before. I'm Stephanie Young. Listen to Love Trapped on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Hello! Hello. If you're the kind of person who wishes you could listen to podcasts and watch Netflix at the same time, we have got big news for you. You can now watch My Favorite Murder on Netflix. That's right. It's the same podcast, same conversations, same everything you already love, now on video and on Netflix, just like Bridgerton. So if you're scrolling for something to watch, you can now watch us on Netflix. Search My Favorite Murder for new weekly episodes. And when you're there, hit the double thumbs up and the remind me buttons, because that's the best way you can support our show. Goodbye. you