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And did you know I have a podcast? Well, I do.

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Somebody out there deserves to be recognized and the men's room knows just who it is.

And the men's room knows just who it is.

So do you we say, bottoms up, sailor. You're the toast of our shot of the day.

The job it is and as usual we head to the drink desk and Steve Athrill Hill to find out who we're toasted.

Yes indeed, and today we toast Mr. John Rossiter of Pueblo, Colorado.

John is a guitar player and he needed guitar tuners.

Now instead of heading up a local guitar center,

John ordered tuners through Amazon.

And as he put it, he had just gotten home from work it

was kind of dark so he couldn't quite see what was in the package when it was

delivered but then he cut it open and he assumed it was his tuners anyway he reached his hand into the package and while they could not initially determine what he was feeling,

he knew that it was not guitar tuners. First of all, guitar tuners are not soft.

And secondly, they don't smell like poop

unfortunately John oh oh

the only thing that is soft and smells like poop. It's poop.

No one can explain exactly how this happened or why this happened but he reached his

hand into one of those uh... amazon envelopes to grab his guitar tuners.

It was full of human excrement.

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