You don't know me.

A confession I can't take back.

I am.

The masked speaker.

It's a special Halloween edition of the mask speaker today for Halloween week.

And we did get a text at 78592 that says growing up, we had a lady down the street who we called Crazy Lynn.

One Halloween instead of handing out candy, she gave out actual cigarettes.

Oh, wow.

We were eight years old.

That's so funny.

Brooks, someone you know?

I know.

It feels like Brooks' hometown for sure.

The guy in my hometown was Shorty and he lived in a little pink, and he'd hand out full packs of dentine gum. But he'd also give us a dollar. Okay. Which I'm like, Shorty, you're living in a little tiny trailer. I can see Brooke doing the cigarette thing and being like, now this is my lucky. Yeah. Better do good with this one, kiddos. Treat it well. Well, right now, we're the trick-or-treaters ringing the doorbells of our listeners, hoping to get a bag full of chocolate-covered secrets in return. And we've got a listener on the phone ready to fill our pillowcases with his tasty confession. He's chosen Rick as his fake name. So, Rick, welcome to the show.

Thank you, guys. Thank you for having me.

That got a little too sexual the way Jeff was saying it. Fill our bag. I'm like,

whoa. You heard what you wanted to hear.

Voice changer is on, Rick. You're the mass speaker. Whenever you're ready, let's hear your confession.

All right.

Well, this is my confession.

I live in a neighborhood with a lot of young families. It's fun. It's a tight-knit community. That's great. Every Halloween we get a lot of trick-or-treaters because there's a lot of kids in this neighborhood. Fun. I know. That's what I love about my neighborhood, too.

It's so fun.

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