Good morning. Good morning, good afternoon. Good evening, no matter where in the world you are.

This is the voicemail dump truck.

We don't sort our trash at all.

It's a single stream pickup situation here.

It's the best way.

If it's garbage, we want it.

It's New Jersey.

It's all trash, right?

Wow.

Come on. Go get out of here, Grub. Look at that. Ohio ass. Fell down. You're Ohio. S. Uh-huh. You know what, Grub, you are the first person to make that kind of a joke about New Jersey, so I salute you, sir. Thank you very much. Welcome to the voicemail dump truck.

A very special version of the voicemail dump truck.

We were being tandemly live produced by Jason A. Stryker and Jess O'Brien in a very fantastic way.

Thank you for all the help.

Teamwork.

If you put both of our powers together, we're about 80% of as good as Jan Ochoa is at the shit. 80%'s enough. That's a passing grade. Speaking of passing grades, Dan knows nothing about that. Dan Reicher, welcome to your first ever dump truck. How are you, sir? Good. Can we operate on a pass-fail situation here? Is that all right? I don't know how you somehow fail the dump truck, but sure, we'll figure out a way to fail you. Jeff Grubb, besmirching the good name of New Jersey. Nevertheless, your first dump as well. How are you? I'm doing real well. Very happy to be here. Very good. If you're not familiar with this show, but are familiar with dumps, you'll feel right at home.

This is the voicemail dump truck. It's a calling show. 707 exit flu is how you leave a voicemail for this program.

We can't promise your dump will be heard, but we promise to take your dump.

You know, that's our slogan here. My dumps are very audible. Yeah, wonderful. We have vocally and just biologically, yeah. Oh, really? Wow. Yeah. Did the neighbors call the police? How does that work? That's right. Yes, yes. No, I told them when I moved in. We brought him a coffee cake and said, by the way, the dumps are going to be laughing. By the way, the shits are going to be fucking off the charts. Don't worry about it. That is a tree falling into the pool. That's just my, that's my turds. I did tell them. We did bring them a coffee cake and I was like, by the way, I do some like video game stuff and it's going to be right in that room there. So if you just hear weird yelling and stuff, it's fine.

So,

lots of echoey fart sound effects. Yeah. I want everyone to, uh, roll play for a second. Close

your eyes. Pretend you were one of Dan's neighbors. They've, the fucking U-Haul pulls up later

on that evening, this fucking guy rings your

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