Warning, this show contains adult themes, immaturity, and can just be pretty messed up. You were warned. Hey, this is Danny Glover, and you're listening to DialTroll. I can't think, correct? Yeah, this is for us, you're listening to DialTroll. I guess you're just a fucking hour wasting of your life. Let's see what kind of mess we have this episode. Hey, you know it's illegal to record me without my consent. You said you did as a recorded college lawyer, right? No. He's like trying to conference college. What the? Dude, stop. This is a business line. Are you sure you're supposed to be on a roof right now? Oh man, it is so lame, brother. Oh my goodness. Okay, I was so confused as to what was going on. You're really funny. Uh, did somebody just call me an idiot? That's incredibly inappropriate. What the fuck? Who the fuck are you talking to? Who the hell are you? Yeah, my dad's dead. So go fuck yourself. Why don't you go fuck yourself? Yeah. My dad was bald. So again, go fuck yourself. Go fuck off. No problem. That's all. Hey, go have another drink, and then fuck yourself. Go to hell. But. Yummy pissed off. It counts as a public indecency, and we probably call security to get you out of the mall. I am going to report you to the police right now. What do you do to the police? Too bad, it's showing up. I'll call the cops now. Yeah, I'm going to report you to the police and you go to jail. Well, I hope you like jail because I'm fixing to call the cops. I don't know how y'all are, but I'm fixing to call the cops. No, I told you to go to hell already. Well, be Mark and Mark knocking on your door. I'm going to have you arrested. Er, I just reported you to Craig's list. You sound like you have two teeth. Good luck. You little punk-ass bitch. What's on this? You can be a dumb bitch if you want, but I'm for sure not. Be some shit, put some pants on and get out of your mama's face and live a life. Like your balls. How about that? So, well, what time are you coming up here for your ass whipping? Take your ass. How about that? When are you out punk? You're getting your ass whipping. You're going to jail. Which one do you want? I got so important. I got so important. Don't fuck with me. I'm going to rip your head off and spit you on your face. I haven't threatened anybody. So still, you can go fuck yourself. Yeah, that's the only one when you get to the bottom of. Yeah, I'm the seven-foot bitch bag from American Pickers. I'm the seven-foot tattoo lady. Yeah, I'm the lady from American Pickers. Yeah, well, I have balls, so sorry. I do have a mustache. I already have a mustache and somebody to have sex with, so I guess you're going to have to meet your left hand tonight. If you would, you could. Dad, baby. Just one second. What the fuck? The only other female in the store is not in a position to make inquiries like that. I can tell you, sir, I don't stare at my employees nipples, sir. If that is your goal is to find this woman so you can fornicate with her, you'll have to come in. Wow. You're amazing. So I heard the chicken thing also. That was very strange. What? I don't fucking know. Okay, but you did eat in our trash, though. Okay. I have no control over what goes in my trash. Very bad, Pepperon. You do what? The Pepperoni wings will used to be disciplined and, you know, nice and... What? Look at these udders. Mudder fudders. Excuse me? Um... My current? I wouldn't want to pay $100 to put shit in your hand and spin on the walls. Oh, my goodness. Who's doing YouTube challenges and poop in their hands? Oh, wow. That's not... That's not good. Have a good day. Goodbye. Please support the show at patreon.com/dialtrolls and unlock episodes. I'm not going to read that part.