Welcome to the Judge John Hodgman podcast. I'm Baylor Fjessi Thorn. This week, the case

of the pepperoni popper. Flynn brings the case. In his home nation, Canada, pizza boxes

carry prize tags, which can mean free pizza slices, colas, and even motorcycles or electronics.

Flynn says that these prize tags are often discarded along with the pizza boxes, and that

he scored many free meals by digging through the trash near restaurants. His girlfriend

Helen says it's embarrassing to dig through trash, and that no free slice could ever make

up for the shame of doing so. Is Flynn an embarrassment to humanity? Or is he a free pizza

genius? Only one man can decide. Please rise as Judge John Hodgman enters the courtroom.

Oh, I love trash. Anything dirty or dingy or dusty. Anything ragged or rotten or rusty.

I judge it because it's trash. You may swear them in Baylor Fjessi.

Please rise and raise your right hands. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help you God or whatever? Yes, I do.

Yep. Do you swear to abide by Judge John Hodgman's ruling despite the fact that he hasn't

had to pay for food in a restaurant since he joined the cast of the Daily Show in roughly

2005? Yes. Very well. Judge Hodgman? You may be seated. First of all, Flynn, Helen, I

would just like to stipulate that when I came into the courtroom singing about judging trash,

that did not mean that I was judging you or that you were yourself's trash. That was

merely me singing the song from the American television show Sesame Street, made famous

by Oscar the Grouch. I love trash. In my weekly attempt to at least say or do something

related to judging or singing after Jesse introduces me. So again, just be clear, while this

case does involve garbage, I do not consider either a view human garbage, even though one

of you eats garbage. So let's get to the case. Flynn, you were the one who initially contacted

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