October 25, 2025 • 24 mins
Join me as I dive into the depths of Reddit to uncover the darkest secrets that users have shared anonymously. A storytime from shocking confessions to haunting experiences, I'll be reading out loud the most chilling and thought-provoking posts that will leave you speechless. Get ready for a thrilling and unsettling journey into the unknown, where the lines between reality and darkness are blurred. If you're curious about the darker side of human nature, then this video is for you. So, sit back, relax, and let's explore the uncharted territories of Reddit's darkest secrets together.
00:00 What are dark confessions on Reddit00:25 Story 1 the funeral home's urns and ashes03:04 story 2 the father who doesn't want a disabled kid11:19 story 3 the friends who ran over their motorcycle friend22:46 Webkinz Pack Opening
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Countless people share their lives every single day on the
Internet. They're typed out anonymously
into the void of the Internet. Today, we're going to read some
of Reddit's craziest secrets right under.
Yeah, I get it. It's not a Willow tree, but it's
a tree, right? OK, this is all I can do.
Let's get into the first one. Our first secret comes from a
user in the thread that asks a simple question.
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What's your darkest secret? Practically a story about
probably an underpaid person working at a cemetery.
He probably made about 20 haunted houses with his
confession. It's a short 1 so let's read it.
I worked in a crematorium in thelate 80s.
We had a shelf in the back that we stored cheap plastic urns on.
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One night as I was sitting and waiting for one cremation to
finish, there was a loud crash that scared the shit out of me.
When I went back to look, the shelf had collapsed.
I ended up just scooping the ashes back into the containers
but never told anyone about it. The reason this one stuck with
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me? And no, it's not just the crash
of the shelf, it's the understanding of what happened
initially sweeping up the last bits of somebody that will go
back to the family. Almost imagine in that situation
of high stress, but it's an action that you, yeah, you kind
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of couldn't prevent, but you just did something that you
needed to take to your grave andyou didn't.
And you hid behind the screen ofATV or computer, a tablet,
whatever you watch things on or read things on.
But you did it and you couldn't live with it, so you let us have
to deal with your inability to accept accountability.
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I mean, don't get me wrong, I understand not having to have
that tough conversation with thefamily members waiting for their
items to return to hefty lawsuit.
So I hope at least they fixed the shelf or just went ahead and
not had urns on a shelf. Maybe that would be a reasonable
thing. Maybe like leave them on the
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floor and a box. Hello.
There's so many wine businesses and alcohol businesses out there
I'm sure you can figure out how they keep their shit from
crashing. Come on.
It really makes you wonder what was going on through their head
that a sudden rush of oh shit I fucked up.
Complete shocking lack of empathy.
The post doesn't say anything about any other events.
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Was this the only time failing? Reminder that even the people
that are supposed to be a part of a very vulnerable process, it
could be a complete monster and get away with it.
Imagine the people that never posted their stories of things
that have happened in funeral homes.
And sometimes the scariest monsters aren't hiding in the
shadows, they're the people thathandle your family, your meemaw,
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your Mama, your daddy in the most vulnerable times where they
literally can't speak up for themselves.
This next story is less about a story of malice, but more of
questionable things about love comes from a man confessing his
deepest complicated thing about his own child.
It's a tough one. Am I the asshole for leaving
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after my girlfriend gave birth to our disabled child?
I grew up in a home with a disabled brother.
All of my parents, money and attention went to him.
They pretty much forgot that I existed.
All of our family activities were based on my brother's
ability to participate. I did not qualify for financial
aid, I was not a great student and honestly attending college
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would have been a waste of money.
Instead, my grandfather helped me get a job on oil rigs.
It is a hard, dirty, lonely work, but it pays very well.
I started as a floor hand apprentice, but it's basically
the lowest of the low. I did not cut off my family, but
I did not go out of my way to stay in contact.
I was working in another state and they did not have time for
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me. Anyway, I got a call about 10
years later. My little brother had passed
away. I went to the funeral and my
folks looked about 25 years older.
It was good to see them, but I felt pretty.
I left pretty quickly afterwards.
It is hard to explain, but I never really got attached to
them since they had ignored me since I was five.
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I was never abused or anything, I was just sort of a second
thought. When my girlfriend got pregnant
I was happy. We had been together for three
years and I was happy with her. I hope I was making her happy.
We talked about it and we decided to get all the tests so
we would know if we are going tohave a healthy baby.
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Before the 1st test we agreed that if we were not having a
healthy baby then we were not having a baby.
I know it is a horrible thing tosay, but I had been through that
life for 13 years and I was freeof it with no interest in going
back. One of the tests came back
positive for one of the conditions that we had tested
and we decided we would not wantthe child.
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Please understand that I am not in any way saying that people
with disabilities should not be born, only that I knew I would
not want to be around for that. We had second, third, and even a
fourth opinion. I spent a lot of my savings on
tests that insurance would not cover in full, which is so
stupid. What the hell, insurance?
It was not a great time. Then my girlfriend said that she
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changed her mind, that she wouldnot terminate.
I argued with her for days, weeks, until it was too late.
I told her that I would not choose to be around to help with
the child, that I would pay child support, but that was it.
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Our relationship was on cruise control from then until the baby
was born. I made sure she got home safe
from the hospital and then I went to work and I never went
back. I paid the Child Support that I
was ordered to pay by court. I did not fight it or dodge it,
but I have not seen her or her child since the hospital.
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I got married three years later.We were expecting our first
child and I heard from my ex that the child had passed away.
She wanted me to come to the funeral.
I said no, I knew it was coming.It was still a gut punch.
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My parents are upset with me of how I handled things.
They went to the funeral. I told them that I did not want
the life that they had lived while my brother was alive and
that my ex had tried to force meinto it after agreeing not to.
They said that they were disappointed that they had not
raised me right. I got angry and said that they
had not raised me at all. I asked them to show me anything
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they had for my childhood that showed that they had taken the
slightest interest in me. They said that wasn't fair
because they had to care for my brother.
I just said that was my point and hung up.
I feel like shit about the wholething but my ex knew how I felt
and why I felt. To this day I do not understand
why she changed her mind. My wife and I talked before
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getting married and made the same decision and thank God we
did not have to make it but she understood how I felt.
Her mom and dad talked to us about it and they told us that
we had to do what was best for us.
I had told them everything aboutmy past that was relevant to my
relationship with their daughter.
Sorry for rambling but I guess Iam just trying to put all my
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thoughts down while I have the courage to ask.
Am I the asshole? Hell no.
You're the asshole if you pick alife you didn't want over the
life you want. You're not standing up for
yourself and then you're the asshole to yourself.
So no, you're not the asshole. There's no villain here.
Just a guy that wanted to love achild in a life that he was
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preparing for, not to get a partner.
A wife that does a complete 180 on her goals and ambitions.
How are you going to have a planand expect somebody to be OK
when that plan's changed the last second when dealing with
something as extreme of a decision they made together?
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Continuously haunted by the hatred of his family.
Now his ex, which contacted him conveniently at the same time.
That was a little suss, but I mean you can't control life or
death, right? Story really showed the immense
silent journeys that people haveto carry.
He stuck between wanting to havea family without any
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complications because he'd neverhad a family with no
complications. Not saying obviously a family is
perfect. Same time he questions even his
own goals and ambitions of life because everyone keeps pushing
him back. Not everyone wants to live a
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life that you're living. At least he had the balls to say
he didn't want it as people are allowed to make last minute
decisions and changes such as the wife deciding she wanted to
keep the child. She had every right to want to
continue the pregnancy with the child, but she has no right to
expect the husband to go ahead and bend at her last minute
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changes. Something so drastic.
And that's a really good reminder of the imbalances we do
face in a cultural way. Not trying to be like we live in
a society, but we do live in a society where it is women say no
matter what. And don't get me wrong, I'm a
woman, I want my opinion and value of my decisions I make in
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life to be respected, but you can't just expect it while
disrespecting somebody else. Flip the genders.
See what I mean here? Obviously men can't get
pregnant, but but that's anothertop of her discussion.
If you hate that, goodbye. The situation is a brutal
dilemma with no right answer. Either way, someone's going to
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be upset whether you keep it. You don't keep it because then
people are going to hate him fornot being involved in the life.
You see what I mean here? It's a dilemma.
Protect the people we love by shielding them from all sorts of
pain and if that means they never exist, life with all of
its struggles, worth it. Although I'm not a parent, it is
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a look into the deepest hubbu ofwhat parents can truly think.
Because I know for me growing upand seeing special needs class,
I have always been very curious on the family dynamic
considering America specificallyis not a world where people with
disabilities can freely live. Look at how much we lack
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wheelchair access and just day-to-day lives.
I know that's something that people wouldn't really think
about if you don't have to face that issue, but something as
simple as that always raised my curiosity of the family dynamic
and what struggles they have to face.
I'm curious what you think aboutthis one in the comments.
All right, for our what was that?
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I want to redo that. That's weird.
Why'd I do that? I'm not Shane Dolphin.
All right, for our final story, found one that is so strange and
specific it almost feels like itwas ripped from a movie script
but the details make you wonder.This comes from this girl
confessing to a crime that literally just happened.
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Like she just posted this story.We ran over someone I cared
deeply about and I'm being told to bury the truth by the person
that was driving. I've been sitting with this for
a few days and I feel so alone in all of it.
I'm in between therapist right now and my family keeps telling
me I'm overreacting and the onlyother person who knows the truth
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doesn't want me to say a word. I feel like I'm drowning with no
one to throw me a rope. Let me start from the beginning
and I'm sorry it's a long one but please bear with me.
I'll call him James for the sakeof the story.
James and I work together and from the very beginning I had
the biggest crush on him. The fun one where you all get
giddy and make sure you look cute before every shift type of
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crush. He'd always come up and talk to
me and I always found myself wanting to say more but held
back because I was just so shy. However, I did eventually
overcome my shyness enough to bea friend to him.
The day of the accident Jake came into work and I asked how
his day was. He sighed and said honestly, not
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great. My sister's car broke down so I
had to let her borrow my truck and I had to take my motorcycle
to work. It sucked.
I empathize with him as I usually would, but little did I
know that this small twist of fate would change the trajectory
of how the night concluded and how his words would come back to
haunt me. That night, a few of us from
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work decided to go out to a bar the way we usually do almost
every weekends. Lily and I got there early to
have a few drinks. The bar was heavy-handed and
generous, so by the time James and our other two friends,
Natalie and Kim joined, Lily andI were already buzzed.
But we continue to all drink together throughout the night.
Suddenly the drinks hit me all at once and I started to feel
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sick. All I remember was going to the
bathroom to throw up, walking Lily to her Uber, and then going
to my car to lay in the back seat.
My plan was to sleep it off and then drive once I was safe
enough to do so. I texted Natalie that I was
calling it a night, but she replied saying no, stay, we're
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going to another bar, come on, let's have a fun night.
And against my better judgement,I said yes.
Real quick, ladies and gentlemen, if you're vomiting
from alcohol, it's alcohol poisoning.
Most likely your body's wanting it to stop for a reason.
It wants to stop processing it for a reason.
Before getting to her car, I satoutside in the parking lot with
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my head down from being dizzy. James had to even come over and
held my hair back just in case Ithrew up.
That I remember because it was such a sweet gesture and I
remember just having butterflies.
They knew you were actively sickfrom alcohol and it's so
romantic for them to continue getting you sicker.
Wow, chef's kiss, right? Romance, romance is dead.
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They say let's keep ready and I don't know if it was from
feeling sick or from how cute that was lol.
Wow, it just writes itself doesn't it?
We then decided that instead of going to the second bar, we
would get food because I wasn't feeling well still.
James had to even feed me fries because I couldn't lift my head
up. We eventually decided to just
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call it a night. We all partied parted ways,
however, James, Natalie and I were all heading the same
direction with me and Natalie both being in the same car and
James and his motorcycle. All I remember is looking up and
seeing James pulling up right next to us and waving.
I looked up just long enough to wave before putting my head back
down. Less than 10 seconds later,
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Natalie said. That's weird, do you see those
sparks? I looked up to my left to see
what looked like fireworks sparklers a few yards away.
Within a matter of seconds, my eyes turn to look to the right
and I see James lying on the road in front of us, no less
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than six feet away. I swear time slowed down, I
didn't even have time to processbefore all of a sudden I feel in
here the impact of us hitting him, going at least the speed
limits 55 mph. The way his body looked lying
there on the road and the sound of us hitting him.
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Those images and sounds are stitched into my brain.
I just remember screaming, we hit James, we hit James.
Turn around. Now.
Natalie hesitated, saying she was scared to turn around but
that she would pull over even though it was 2:00 AM and the
road was empty. But regardless, she pulled over.
I jumped out and ran to him. He was conscious but groaning
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his words, him just saying I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have driven. I'm scared, my pelvis hurts, I
can't feel my fingers. When the first responders
arrived, they asked what happened so they could assess
him. I opened my mouth to tell them
we hit them, but Natalie cut in just before I started talk
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talking. She said he just lost control of
his bike. I saw an object on the road.
I tried to swerve but I think I I hit something.
Even though sorry I'm mad at this, even though she heard me
loud and clear say it was him over and over again.
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There was no doubt in my mind, his clothes, his helmets, and an
instant I recognize what I was looking at.
I tried to say no, it was him. I saw it, I heard it, that image
is burned into my brain. But before I could get it all
out, the ambulance pulled in andeverything shifted to loading
him in. Later we gave statements Natalie
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wrote that she thought she'd hitan object and wasn't sure if it
was him. I told her over and over again
that I knew it was him until shefinally decided at the end of
the night that no, it was him. But on the drive home she told
me she didn't want anyone knowing she was the one driving
and said if this gets out I swear I'm going to be so mad.
She also admitted during the ride home that she felt like
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such a bad friend because Kema told her earlier that night.
I don't think James should drive.
He's had a lot to drink. And I just remember thinking if
she said that then why would youlet him drive?
I barely slept that night. The few hours I did, I had
nightmares recounting the whole thing.
I spent the day after sleeping in my bed all day just feeling
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numb and frozen, wondering to myself why I felt like it hadn't
all hit me. I somehow gathered myself
together enough to go to work the next day and the first thing
that is stated when I walk into work is my manager saying.
For those who don't know, Jake'sbeen in a terrible motorcycle
accident. His pelvis, collarbone, ankles,
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and more broken. He'll need multiple surgeries.
She couldn't even finish her statement before I just
completely froze. I'd convinced myself he'd be OK
because he'd been moving and talking, but hearing the extent
of his injuries made me sick. Then right then and there I
broke down and had a full blown panic attack.
I couldn't believe that us hitting him resulted in all of
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this pain for him. Feeling completely distraught, I
knew I couldn't be at work so I went home where I isolated
myself in my room which only deepened the never ending
recounting of the night for me. I had severe OCD and the moment
replays my head over and over and with different scenarios and
endings every time because that's the type of OCDI suffer
from. Since then I've been hearing Co
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workers spread rumors about whathappened.
Some don't even know if a car was involved.
Not even James knows the truth. They're still trying to figure
out what happened. I'm sitting here having had
witnessed everything but unable to speak on it without feeling
like I'm somehow betraying my friends.
I don't know Reddit, I'm stuck in a crossroads.
You know the answer, you just don't want to say it.
You just don't want to say it just given the circumstances.
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James is in the hospital right now and I'm talking about
myself. I just feel so guilty.
I keep saying all of these what ifs and we're playing the right
way to have gone about the night.
I reached out to Natalie sense but haven't gotten a response
from her. I asked if she could tell me
when she was going to visit him so we can support each other in
that and be there for him in unity.
But according to my other friend, she plans on visiting
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him with her instead of me, and part of me wonders if she just
doesn't want me to go with her because she's not planning on
telling James the truth because even he does not know what
happens. I'm seriously so stuck on how to
even process all of this and right now I have no one to talk
to and would appreciate some guidance.
And this is where the story getsa little interesting because
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this post was two months ago so that would have been August of
2025 considering it is now October and I search up
motorcycle crash like 2:00 AM August 2025.
I do find one post on Facebook on August 16th, 2025 at one O 1
an emergency service responded to the area and obviously we
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don't know if this is the right person or not.
It might not because there's so many motorcycle accidents but
kind of made me curious. At the end of the day it doesn't
matter if I found the news article or not because honestly
I feel like with enough coffee and enough neglected hours of
sleep I could probably find it. But that's not my responsibility
and not my job. But it's her responsibility to,
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I don't know, not be controlled by the stupid bitch that still
wanted to go bar hopping while your friend was vomiting.
And it's also not romantic to beforced into continue to drink
but he's holding my hair so I'm not vomiting.
Girl, you need to get a lot of priorities in line and you know
how you start with that? By staying honest with yourself.
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You're stupid. You need to not do dumb shit
like this. It's a story with no resolution
and no peace. Just us having to deal with this
weird emotional baggage of literal hit and run of their own
friends. And that's why we love the
Internet. It's it can hurt us and love us.
Probably what that girl wanted with that guy.
From somebody that worked at a Funeral Home that gathered ashes
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and created a new family heritage for people without
their own permission, to a father that didn't want to be a
father, to a disabled child and friend group that values getting
drunk and hitting their friends without consequences.
That's today's episode. It's strange to think about the
secrets that people can carry, let alone the ones that they
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don't even write on the Internet.
But reading them under the tree feels slightly fitting.
It brings them to the light and I feel a lot of people need
justice, although some people will continue hiding them.
If there's one thing that these secrets show, it's that the
human emotion is a lot more complicated than a am I the
asshole or am I overreacting? It's something that we can't
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even comprehend. And I'm sure even you yourself
has some secrets. Keep them to yourself, OK?
Stop putting them on us on the Internet.
Thanks for joining me today under the tree.
If you want to hear more fun, chilling, scary stories or
anything, just let me know. And gentlemen, it's not time for
me to touch you. It's time to read the read the
Webkinz news right here. Let's see what we got in here.
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Sealed. Sealed.
Sealed. Yes, aggressive, aggressive
opening. And oh, oh, we don't want to we
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guys. There we go.
There we go. There's the code lock in.
Yep. I'm not flipping it.
Sorry. Good luck.
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Got Cocker spaniel. Bam.
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Ugly ass fucking hippo bitch. Bam.
Oh, what cake is this? What cake is this?
Muzzleberry Jacks. That looks like poverty.
See that? Why won't it focus?
Why does it just want me? Here we go.
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Oh my God. Is that?
Is this a Big Brother reference?That looks like slop.
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It is called Mud Burger. Beautiful, beautiful.
And oh, ladies and gentlemen, I actually have this microphone at
home. Oh my God, is that where I
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talking about, go to my San Japan video.
I literally have a microphone that looks just like this at old
school one, but I have TG on it.It's the Webkinz new interview.
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That's super freaking awesome. Hell yeah.
And that was the last card. All righty, I got to hang up now
and pack up, but it's time to touch you.
We're going to touch you. We're going to touch you.
We're going to.
Countless people share their lives every single day on the
Internet. They're typed out anonymously
into the void of the Internet. Today, we're going to read some
of Reddit's craziest secrets right under.
Yeah, I get it. It's not a Willow tree, but it's
a tree, right? OK, this is all I can do.
Let's get into the first one. Our first secret comes from a
user in the thread that asks a simple question.
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What's your darkest secret? Practically a story about
probably an underpaid person working at a cemetery.
He probably made about 20 haunted houses with his
confession. It's a short 1 so let's read it.
I worked in a crematorium in thelate 80s.
We had a shelf in the back that we stored cheap plastic urns on.
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One night as I was sitting and waiting for one cremation to
finish, there was a loud crash that scared the shit out of me.
When I went back to look, the shelf had collapsed.
I ended up just scooping the ashes back into the containers
but never told anyone about it. The reason this one stuck with
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me? And no, it's not just the crash
of the shelf, it's the understanding of what happened
initially sweeping up the last bits of somebody that will go
back to the family. Almost imagine in that situation
of high stress, but it's an action that you, yeah, you kind
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of couldn't prevent, but you just did something that you
needed to take to your grave andyou didn't.
And you hid behind the screen ofATV or computer, a tablet,
whatever you watch things on or read things on.
But you did it and you couldn't live with it, so you let us have
to deal with your inability to accept accountability.
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I mean, don't get me wrong, I understand not having to have
that tough conversation with thefamily members waiting for their
items to return to hefty lawsuit.
So I hope at least they fixed the shelf or just went ahead and
not had urns on a shelf. Maybe that would be a reasonable
thing. Maybe like leave them on the
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floor and a box. Hello.
There's so many wine businesses and alcohol businesses out there
I'm sure you can figure out how they keep their shit from
crashing. Come on.
It really makes you wonder what was going on through their head
that a sudden rush of oh shit I fucked up.
Complete shocking lack of empathy.
The post doesn't say anything about any other events.
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Was this the only time failing? Reminder that even the people
that are supposed to be a part of a very vulnerable process, it
could be a complete monster and get away with it.
Imagine the people that never posted their stories of things
that have happened in funeral homes.
And sometimes the scariest monsters aren't hiding in the
shadows, they're the people thathandle your family, your meemaw,
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your Mama, your daddy in the most vulnerable times where they
literally can't speak up for themselves.
This next story is less about a story of malice, but more of
questionable things about love comes from a man confessing his
deepest complicated thing about his own child.
It's a tough one. Am I the asshole for leaving
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after my girlfriend gave birth to our disabled child?
I grew up in a home with a disabled brother.
All of my parents, money and attention went to him.
They pretty much forgot that I existed.
All of our family activities were based on my brother's
ability to participate. I did not qualify for financial
aid, I was not a great student and honestly attending college
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would have been a waste of money.
Instead, my grandfather helped me get a job on oil rigs.
It is a hard, dirty, lonely work, but it pays very well.
I started as a floor hand apprentice, but it's basically
the lowest of the low. I did not cut off my family, but
I did not go out of my way to stay in contact.
I was working in another state and they did not have time for
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me. Anyway, I got a call about 10
years later. My little brother had passed
away. I went to the funeral and my
folks looked about 25 years older.
It was good to see them, but I felt pretty.
I left pretty quickly afterwards.
It is hard to explain, but I never really got attached to
them since they had ignored me since I was five.
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I was never abused or anything, I was just sort of a second
thought. When my girlfriend got pregnant
I was happy. We had been together for three
years and I was happy with her. I hope I was making her happy.
We talked about it and we decided to get all the tests so
we would know if we are going tohave a healthy baby.
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Before the 1st test we agreed that if we were not having a
healthy baby then we were not having a baby.
I know it is a horrible thing tosay, but I had been through that
life for 13 years and I was freeof it with no interest in going
back. One of the tests came back
positive for one of the conditions that we had tested
and we decided we would not wantthe child.
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Please understand that I am not in any way saying that people
with disabilities should not be born, only that I knew I would
not want to be around for that. We had second, third, and even a
fourth opinion. I spent a lot of my savings on
tests that insurance would not cover in full, which is so
stupid. What the hell, insurance?
It was not a great time. Then my girlfriend said that she
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changed her mind, that she wouldnot terminate.
I argued with her for days, weeks, until it was too late.
I told her that I would not choose to be around to help with
the child, that I would pay child support, but that was it.
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Our relationship was on cruise control from then until the baby
was born. I made sure she got home safe
from the hospital and then I went to work and I never went
back. I paid the Child Support that I
was ordered to pay by court. I did not fight it or dodge it,
but I have not seen her or her child since the hospital.
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I got married three years later.We were expecting our first
child and I heard from my ex that the child had passed away.
She wanted me to come to the funeral.
I said no, I knew it was coming.It was still a gut punch.
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My parents are upset with me of how I handled things.
They went to the funeral. I told them that I did not want
the life that they had lived while my brother was alive and
that my ex had tried to force meinto it after agreeing not to.
They said that they were disappointed that they had not
raised me right. I got angry and said that they
had not raised me at all. I asked them to show me anything
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they had for my childhood that showed that they had taken the
slightest interest in me. They said that wasn't fair
because they had to care for my brother.
I just said that was my point and hung up.
I feel like shit about the wholething but my ex knew how I felt
and why I felt. To this day I do not understand
why she changed her mind. My wife and I talked before
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getting married and made the same decision and thank God we
did not have to make it but she understood how I felt.
Her mom and dad talked to us about it and they told us that
we had to do what was best for us.
I had told them everything aboutmy past that was relevant to my
relationship with their daughter.
Sorry for rambling but I guess Iam just trying to put all my
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thoughts down while I have the courage to ask.
Am I the asshole? Hell no.
You're the asshole if you pick alife you didn't want over the
life you want. You're not standing up for
yourself and then you're the asshole to yourself.
So no, you're not the asshole. There's no villain here.
Just a guy that wanted to love achild in a life that he was
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preparing for, not to get a partner.
A wife that does a complete 180 on her goals and ambitions.
How are you going to have a planand expect somebody to be OK
when that plan's changed the last second when dealing with
something as extreme of a decision they made together?
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Continuously haunted by the hatred of his family.
Now his ex, which contacted him conveniently at the same time.
That was a little suss, but I mean you can't control life or
death, right? Story really showed the immense
silent journeys that people haveto carry.
He stuck between wanting to havea family without any
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complications because he'd neverhad a family with no
complications. Not saying obviously a family is
perfect. Same time he questions even his
own goals and ambitions of life because everyone keeps pushing
him back. Not everyone wants to live a
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life that you're living. At least he had the balls to say
he didn't want it as people are allowed to make last minute
decisions and changes such as the wife deciding she wanted to
keep the child. She had every right to want to
continue the pregnancy with the child, but she has no right to
expect the husband to go ahead and bend at her last minute
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changes. Something so drastic.
And that's a really good reminder of the imbalances we do
face in a cultural way. Not trying to be like we live in
a society, but we do live in a society where it is women say no
matter what. And don't get me wrong, I'm a
woman, I want my opinion and value of my decisions I make in
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life to be respected, but you can't just expect it while
disrespecting somebody else. Flip the genders.
See what I mean here? Obviously men can't get
pregnant, but but that's anothertop of her discussion.
If you hate that, goodbye. The situation is a brutal
dilemma with no right answer. Either way, someone's going to
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be upset whether you keep it. You don't keep it because then
people are going to hate him fornot being involved in the life.
You see what I mean here? It's a dilemma.
Protect the people we love by shielding them from all sorts of
pain and if that means they never exist, life with all of
its struggles, worth it. Although I'm not a parent, it is
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a look into the deepest hubbu ofwhat parents can truly think.
Because I know for me growing upand seeing special needs class,
I have always been very curious on the family dynamic
considering America specificallyis not a world where people with
disabilities can freely live. Look at how much we lack
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wheelchair access and just day-to-day lives.
I know that's something that people wouldn't really think
about if you don't have to face that issue, but something as
simple as that always raised my curiosity of the family dynamic
and what struggles they have to face.
I'm curious what you think aboutthis one in the comments.
All right, for our what was that?
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I want to redo that. That's weird.
Why'd I do that? I'm not Shane Dolphin.
All right, for our final story, found one that is so strange and
specific it almost feels like itwas ripped from a movie script
but the details make you wonder.This comes from this girl
confessing to a crime that literally just happened.
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Like she just posted this story.We ran over someone I cared
deeply about and I'm being told to bury the truth by the person
that was driving. I've been sitting with this for
a few days and I feel so alone in all of it.
I'm in between therapist right now and my family keeps telling
me I'm overreacting and the onlyother person who knows the truth
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doesn't want me to say a word. I feel like I'm drowning with no
one to throw me a rope. Let me start from the beginning
and I'm sorry it's a long one but please bear with me.
I'll call him James for the sakeof the story.
James and I work together and from the very beginning I had
the biggest crush on him. The fun one where you all get
giddy and make sure you look cute before every shift type of
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crush. He'd always come up and talk to
me and I always found myself wanting to say more but held
back because I was just so shy. However, I did eventually
overcome my shyness enough to bea friend to him.
The day of the accident Jake came into work and I asked how
his day was. He sighed and said honestly, not
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great. My sister's car broke down so I
had to let her borrow my truck and I had to take my motorcycle
to work. It sucked.
I empathize with him as I usually would, but little did I
know that this small twist of fate would change the trajectory
of how the night concluded and how his words would come back to
haunt me. That night, a few of us from
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work decided to go out to a bar the way we usually do almost
every weekends. Lily and I got there early to
have a few drinks. The bar was heavy-handed and
generous, so by the time James and our other two friends,
Natalie and Kim joined, Lily andI were already buzzed.
But we continue to all drink together throughout the night.
Suddenly the drinks hit me all at once and I started to feel
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sick. All I remember was going to the
bathroom to throw up, walking Lily to her Uber, and then going
to my car to lay in the back seat.
My plan was to sleep it off and then drive once I was safe
enough to do so. I texted Natalie that I was
calling it a night, but she replied saying no, stay, we're
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going to another bar, come on, let's have a fun night.
And against my better judgement,I said yes.
Real quick, ladies and gentlemen, if you're vomiting
from alcohol, it's alcohol poisoning.
Most likely your body's wanting it to stop for a reason.
It wants to stop processing it for a reason.
Before getting to her car, I satoutside in the parking lot with
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my head down from being dizzy. James had to even come over and
held my hair back just in case Ithrew up.
That I remember because it was such a sweet gesture and I
remember just having butterflies.
They knew you were actively sickfrom alcohol and it's so
romantic for them to continue getting you sicker.
Wow, chef's kiss, right? Romance, romance is dead.
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They say let's keep ready and I don't know if it was from
feeling sick or from how cute that was lol.
Wow, it just writes itself doesn't it?
We then decided that instead of going to the second bar, we
would get food because I wasn't feeling well still.
James had to even feed me fries because I couldn't lift my head
up. We eventually decided to just
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call it a night. We all partied parted ways,
however, James, Natalie and I were all heading the same
direction with me and Natalie both being in the same car and
James and his motorcycle. All I remember is looking up and
seeing James pulling up right next to us and waving.
I looked up just long enough to wave before putting my head back
down. Less than 10 seconds later,
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Natalie said. That's weird, do you see those
sparks? I looked up to my left to see
what looked like fireworks sparklers a few yards away.
Within a matter of seconds, my eyes turn to look to the right
and I see James lying on the road in front of us, no less
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than six feet away. I swear time slowed down, I
didn't even have time to processbefore all of a sudden I feel in
here the impact of us hitting him, going at least the speed
limits 55 mph. The way his body looked lying
there on the road and the sound of us hitting him.
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Those images and sounds are stitched into my brain.
I just remember screaming, we hit James, we hit James.
Turn around. Now.
Natalie hesitated, saying she was scared to turn around but
that she would pull over even though it was 2:00 AM and the
road was empty. But regardless, she pulled over.
I jumped out and ran to him. He was conscious but groaning
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his words, him just saying I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have driven. I'm scared, my pelvis hurts, I
can't feel my fingers. When the first responders
arrived, they asked what happened so they could assess
him. I opened my mouth to tell them
we hit them, but Natalie cut in just before I started talk
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talking. She said he just lost control of
his bike. I saw an object on the road.
I tried to swerve but I think I I hit something.
Even though sorry I'm mad at this, even though she heard me
loud and clear say it was him over and over again.
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There was no doubt in my mind, his clothes, his helmets, and an
instant I recognize what I was looking at.
I tried to say no, it was him. I saw it, I heard it, that image
is burned into my brain. But before I could get it all
out, the ambulance pulled in andeverything shifted to loading
him in. Later we gave statements Natalie
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wrote that she thought she'd hitan object and wasn't sure if it
was him. I told her over and over again
that I knew it was him until shefinally decided at the end of
the night that no, it was him. But on the drive home she told
me she didn't want anyone knowing she was the one driving
and said if this gets out I swear I'm going to be so mad.
She also admitted during the ride home that she felt like
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such a bad friend because Kema told her earlier that night.
I don't think James should drive.
He's had a lot to drink. And I just remember thinking if
she said that then why would youlet him drive?
I barely slept that night. The few hours I did, I had
nightmares recounting the whole thing.
I spent the day after sleeping in my bed all day just feeling
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numb and frozen, wondering to myself why I felt like it hadn't
all hit me. I somehow gathered myself
together enough to go to work the next day and the first thing
that is stated when I walk into work is my manager saying.
For those who don't know, Jake'sbeen in a terrible motorcycle
accident. His pelvis, collarbone, ankles,
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and more broken. He'll need multiple surgeries.
She couldn't even finish her statement before I just
completely froze. I'd convinced myself he'd be OK
because he'd been moving and talking, but hearing the extent
of his injuries made me sick. Then right then and there I
broke down and had a full blown panic attack.
I couldn't believe that us hitting him resulted in all of
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this pain for him. Feeling completely distraught, I
knew I couldn't be at work so I went home where I isolated
myself in my room which only deepened the never ending
recounting of the night for me. I had severe OCD and the moment
replays my head over and over and with different scenarios and
endings every time because that's the type of OCDI suffer
from. Since then I've been hearing Co
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workers spread rumors about whathappened.
Some don't even know if a car was involved.
Not even James knows the truth. They're still trying to figure
out what happened. I'm sitting here having had
witnessed everything but unable to speak on it without feeling
like I'm somehow betraying my friends.
I don't know Reddit, I'm stuck in a crossroads.
You know the answer, you just don't want to say it.
You just don't want to say it just given the circumstances.
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James is in the hospital right now and I'm talking about
myself. I just feel so guilty.
I keep saying all of these what ifs and we're playing the right
way to have gone about the night.
I reached out to Natalie sense but haven't gotten a response
from her. I asked if she could tell me
when she was going to visit him so we can support each other in
that and be there for him in unity.
But according to my other friend, she plans on visiting
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him with her instead of me, and part of me wonders if she just
doesn't want me to go with her because she's not planning on
telling James the truth because even he does not know what
happens. I'm seriously so stuck on how to
even process all of this and right now I have no one to talk
to and would appreciate some guidance.
And this is where the story getsa little interesting because
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this post was two months ago so that would have been August of
2025 considering it is now October and I search up
motorcycle crash like 2:00 AM August 2025.
I do find one post on Facebook on August 16th, 2025 at one O 1
an emergency service responded to the area and obviously we
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don't know if this is the right person or not.
It might not because there's so many motorcycle accidents but
kind of made me curious. At the end of the day it doesn't
matter if I found the news article or not because honestly
I feel like with enough coffee and enough neglected hours of
sleep I could probably find it. But that's not my responsibility
and not my job. But it's her responsibility to,
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I don't know, not be controlled by the stupid bitch that still
wanted to go bar hopping while your friend was vomiting.
And it's also not romantic to beforced into continue to drink
but he's holding my hair so I'm not vomiting.
Girl, you need to get a lot of priorities in line and you know
how you start with that? By staying honest with yourself.
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You're stupid. You need to not do dumb shit
like this. It's a story with no resolution
and no peace. Just us having to deal with this
weird emotional baggage of literal hit and run of their own
friends. And that's why we love the
Internet. It's it can hurt us and love us.
Probably what that girl wanted with that guy.
From somebody that worked at a Funeral Home that gathered ashes
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and created a new family heritage for people without
their own permission, to a father that didn't want to be a
father, to a disabled child and friend group that values getting
drunk and hitting their friends without consequences.
That's today's episode. It's strange to think about the
secrets that people can carry, let alone the ones that they
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don't even write on the Internet.
But reading them under the tree feels slightly fitting.
It brings them to the light and I feel a lot of people need
justice, although some people will continue hiding them.
If there's one thing that these secrets show, it's that the
human emotion is a lot more complicated than a am I the
asshole or am I overreacting? It's something that we can't
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even comprehend. And I'm sure even you yourself
has some secrets. Keep them to yourself, OK?
Stop putting them on us on the Internet.
Thanks for joining me today under the tree.
If you want to hear more fun, chilling, scary stories or
anything, just let me know. And gentlemen, it's not time for
me to touch you. It's time to read the read the
Webkinz news right here. Let's see what we got in here.
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Let's see what we got in here. We got a we got a, we got a lock
in. Lock in.
Sealed. Sealed.
Sealed. Yes, aggressive, aggressive
opening. And oh, oh, we don't want to we
don't want to run away. And there's the code for you
guys. There we go.
There we go. There's the code lock in.
Yep. I'm not flipping it.
Sorry. Good luck.
Ready, ready, ready. Bam.
Got Cocker spaniel. Bam.
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Ugly ass fucking hippo bitch. Bam.
Oh, what cake is this? What cake is this?
Muzzleberry Jacks. That looks like poverty.
See that? Why won't it focus?
Why does it just want me? Here we go.
OK, here we go. Right there.
Oh my God. Is that?
Is this a Big Brother reference?That looks like slop.
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It is called Mud Burger. Beautiful, beautiful.
And oh, ladies and gentlemen, I actually have this microphone at
home. Oh my God, is that where I
subconsciously did that? What If you don't know what I'm
talking about, go to my San Japan video.
I literally have a microphone that looks just like this at old
school one, but I have TG on it.It's the Webkinz new interview.
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That's super freaking awesome. Hell yeah.
And that was the last card. All righty, I got to hang up now
and pack up, but it's time to touch you.
We're going to touch you. We're going to touch you.
We're going to.
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