You're listening to a morbid network podcast.

Hey, weirdos, I'm Ash.

And I'm Elena. I didn't have a microphone in front of my face so that would have been weird.

We've been doing this for five years and I still don't remember to put the microphone in front of my face.

And this is morbid. Yeah it is. Yes. So it's brought to you by you for all about you and it's Lucy mother

fucking goosey up inia.

It is Lucy and it is very goosey and I have the microphone in front of my face now

so we can do this.

And I'm gonna start this listener tales because I'm

excited for this this tale subject. Subject line. Thank you for trying to help me

out I appreciate that. I will always try. I will always.

I will always. So this one's called listener tale Decomp on Demore Drive with a yeat for Ash.

I was going to say it, don't you forget it.

Don't you forget it.

But anytime I see a decomp on something,

I'm like, huh.

You're like, tell me all about it.

What's happening there?

Tell me. So this says, well, hello, my spookilicious ladies of all things morbid and spooky.

Have I got a listener tale for you? I'm confident it will inspire you to yeat yourself right out of my childhood

memories and back right back to the safety of wherever you are

listening from. Be prepared to grab your butts and secure your titties. We're about to

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