Alright, if we made it to drink it time.

Somebody out there deserves to be recognized.

My tkina!

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

So to you, we say, bottoms up, sailor.

My tequila!

You're the toast of our shot of the day.

The top of it is as usual, we head to Z drink task.

And Steve, a thrill hill to find out who we're toasting.

Yes, indeed.

And today we toast an unidentified man from somewhere in Florida.

Basically, the story goes, the police received a phone call, a 911 call.

But there was no response, so they dispatched officers to the address, because that's

protocol. You call 911, and you don't respond to them, they're going to send the cops.

But imagine the responding officer's surprise when they walked in on a meth lab.

Oh.

As it turns out, the resident of the home was trying to contact FEMA to ask why he still hadn't received his trailer after losing his home and Hurricane Helene.

The suspect, however, meant to dial 411, but was thinkingly dialed 9-1-1.

Did not realize his error.

They showed up because they were like, why would you call us to your meth lab?

He's like, I didn't.

Like, here's our phone wrecked.

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