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 180.

Excuse me, that's illegal.

The podcast takes a hardcore look, get some soft core crimes. I'm your boy, Leroy

coming at you. Straight out of the closet with two stories of petty crime that revolve around

kick cats. Not felines. We're not talking kitty cats, silly. Kit cats, you know, the chocolate

bar. I know what you're thinking. Give me a break.

There couldn't possibly be more than one nefarious story about Kit Katz, but oh, I assure you there

is. Shout out to Hannah for getting me hip to this story. Then I found the second one all by

myself. So shout out also going to me. That's enough jibber-jabber. Let's get

into it, folks. But first, you know we need a couple jokes to set the mood. I tell you, my wife

hates it when I swap her chocolate bar wrappers. It really gets her snickers in a twix.

But seriously, though, I remember a time when I used to go to the store with a nickel and come back with two chocolate bars.

Unfortunately, nowadays, they have cameras.

All right, everybody, hop in the minivan and let's cruise these suburban streets while I sir need you.

It's a little true crime.

Don't worry, my friends.

Promise to get you back home.

Rich Wake's a clock.

Excuse me

Yeah

Excuse me

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