Smart.

Let's Media.

There's something beautiful about, like, the human desire to connect to such a degree that you're willing to do some of the dumbest things imaginable to get there.

Yeah. And we wouldn't have a podcast if that weren't true.

You spit a bar.

You spit a bar and don't even know you spit it.

Putting my life at risk for the dick, that's a bag, that's a bandest alien.

Yo, you're fucking lyricist.

You don't even know it.

That's fucking chef's kiss.

Bad dates.

Hello, hello, hello, and welcome to another episode of Bad Dates, the podcast.

I'm Joel Kimbooster, your host, and as always, I'm here with a panel of incredibly funny

people who are all about to share some no good, bad, horrible, traumatic dating stories

for your enjoyment at great personal risk to ourselves and our emotional health.

We are sharing these stories so you can laugh at us. So, you know, be thankful for that.

Because it takes a lot out of us to do this every week.

Anyways, that's the podcast. I am so excited to get into, as always, a little bit of listener mail at the start. I'm very excited about this one. This is from Hillary.

Hey, Joel. Last month, I was hell-bent on having sex. Hell yes, girl. While on the apps, I met a goofy looking guy who worked in

animation. I felt like beggars can't be choosers. We met for drinks and he showed up in a tie

and a vest. It gets worse. Somehow we were talking about drugs and I heard him actually say,

you know Crystal Meth gets a bad rap, but when you're severely horned up, you can overlook almost anything.

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