Right, home from work, walk the dog, kids are back.

Mom!

Up the stairs for something.

Back down, no idea what I went up for.

Mom, what's for dinner?

Chop, sizzle, done.

Hello, fresh, can't slow life down,

but it makes bringing everyone together around the table a whole lot easier.

So its phones down, forks up.

Hello Fresh. Bring back dinner time. Welcome to Grusome, your horrific true crime podcast.

My name is Connie, and I'm here with the wind beneath my wings, Meg, and she's going to tell us about Bob Crane.

Did you cover that song in choir when you were in middle school?

I didn't do choir, man.

Oh, you did it?

I did.

I did.

I have saxophone growing.

We sang wind beneath my wings.

The only time I did choir was fifth grade like before we

were able to i think it was like fifth grade before we could do band and we had to i still lived in

marion and we had to walk they had like a christmas parade thing and we had to walk in it and like sing and they

have this like in part where we had to like jump up and like do a star thing like you know like a

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