You don't know me.

A confession I can't take back.

I am.

The masked speaker.

You know, I've never confessed in a church before, but I have been inside one of those confessional boots.

Yeah, they're intimidating.

Wait, what were you doing that?

I would tell you what happened inside there,

but we both promised that we would never say a word about it.

Anyway, that's a story for another time,

because now we need to hear about somebody else's naughty past.

One of our listeners is on the line ready to finally get something off of their

chest. He's chosen to go by the name Jason, which is a serial killer's name. I know. The way

you said it, there's a lot of people in the world. Jason, welcome inside the Brooke and Jeffrey

confessional booth. Hey guys, how you doing? You're sure that nobody can identify me here? No. You sound like a serial killer. Yeah. This is anonymous, right? Yeah. Okay, I did it. I did kill all of them. Jason, you are today's math speaker. Your phone line is being run through the voice changer, so no one will be able to tell who you are. Whenever you're ready, go ahead, hit us with your confession. All right. This was a few years ago.

I worked at a restaurant in the area. I'd worked there for a while and, you know, got up to the

where I was a shift manager and I was somebody who would close the place. Eventually, where I was

pretty much always the last person out at the end of the night. Okay. Everything there was pretty good, though, except the owner of the place.

The owner of the place was your classic restaurant, gigantic ego, blow hard,

always bragging about how he learned to cook in Belgium, which I guess was supposed to be impressive.

Yeah.

The waffles are good.

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