This podcast may cause dizziness, confusion, bloating, uncontrollable laughter, and in some cases, anal leakage.

Listener discretion is strongly advised. Hey, this is episode number 178 of.

Excuse me, that's illegal.

A podcast that takes a hardcore look, get some softcore crimes. I'm your boy, Leroy,

coming at you. Straight out of the closet with two tales of woman who lost their cool at Dairy

Queen. Oh man, I love DQ. It's my favorite place to get hot eats and cool treats. That was their

slogan in the 90s and early 2000s. In the 80s,

it was, a dairy queen, we treat you right. Still remember that from commercials. And now apparently,

since 2019, their new slogan is, Happy Tastes Good.

Did not know that.

Sounds pretty lame, though.

It's great to be back in the hot seat, baby.

I'm ready to grill and chill, so let's just get into it.

But first, a couple jokes to set the mood.

I drove by an abandoned Dairy Queen just the other day. I guess you could say the place was deserted.

Oh, I'm bad. But seriously, though, you guys might not know this, but I used to work at a dairy queen.

Yeah, but I got out of the ice cream business. I just got sick of working on Sundays.

All right, everybody, hop in the minivan and let's cruise these suburban streets while I serenade you with a couple tales of no-level true crime.

And don't worry my friends.

I promise I'll do my best to get you home safe.

The roads look clear now, but I'm sensing a blizzard in her.

Excuse me Yeah

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