Girls Just Wanna Get Haunted
Two friends. Spooky places. Endless tales. Welcome to Girls Just Wanna Get Haunted, a Michigan-based podcast where two spooky-loving besties explore haunted locations, share paranormal experiences, and chase everything creepy, eerie, and unexplained. From ghost-filled road trips to things lurking just beyond the firelight, we're diving headfirst into the strange - so pull up a seat, listen close... and try not to look behind you.
Girls Just Wanna Get Haunted
EP12 Just a Spoonful of Murder
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This week we're heading to Northern Michigan to uncover the chilling story of Mary McKnight, the woman newspapers dubbed the "Michigan Borgia" and the "Strychnine Saint."
After the mysterious deaths of her brother, sister-in-law, and infant niece near Fife Lake in 1903, investigators uncovered a trail of suspicious deaths stretching across Michigan and spanning more than fifteen years.
Was Mary one of America's first female serial killers? And did she really kill just for the chance to attend another funeral?
Grab your favorite beverage and maybe politely decline any mystery capsules as we dive into one of Michigan's darkest true crime stories.
Spoiler alert: accepting medicine from Aunt Mary is officially off the table.
REASEARCH RABBIT HOLES...
Michigan's Strychnine Saint: The Curious Case of Mrs. Mary McKnight by Tobin T. Buhk
• Lost in Michigan — Michigan's Strychnine Serial Killer
https://lostinmichigan.net/michigans-strychnine-serial-killer/
• Medium — Mass Murder in Northern Michigan
https://valerie95017850.medium.com/mass-murder-in-northern-michigan-d131f61b12a9
• Petoskey News — Northern Michigan's Infamous Serial Killer
https://www.petoskeynews.com/story/news/local/gaylord/2014/03/25/orthern-michigans-infamous-serial-killer/45957501/
• Unknown Misandry Blog — Mary McKnight: Black Widow Serial Killer
https://unknownmisandry.blogspot.com/2011/09/mary-mcknight-black-widow-serial-killer.html?m=1
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Is that the sound a gun makes,
LaceyI'll protect you. Your dad's not pressed.
JasmineShe was also like. Click, click, click, click, click. I don't know what you're talking about. He was very different, very depressed.
LaceyHe was very depressed,
Jasmineimpressed, very impressed.
LaceyYeah, so we had to call the cops. They were here a couple times. They broke the screen off the door bag, like, what? I love, are you guys okay? It just makes me think of that TikTok, where they're like. Someone tries to break in my house when I'm like mid skin routine and they've got like their red mask on, have used red light, and they're like, just like trying to climb back through the window.
JasmineIt worked, didn't it?
LaceyYour mom
Jasmineneeds one.
LaceySo
they
Jasminecome and she's like. I'm waiting for you. Then my cupcake just goes and then their ankles get bit kers like, will you please let me out? I'm tired of you guys. Crap. I'm so tired of your giggling today. Hi, buddy. What's haunting you today Lacey? What is haunting
Laceyme? Um, so scientists have discovered that bull sharks have social circles and friends, and I'm kind of obsessed with this.
JasmineOh my god. And I'm kind of terrified 'cause they're just hanging out in the Mississippi River together. Being all mean, eaten people.
LaceyThis I think was in Fiji though.
JasmineOh, okay.
LaceyLike over six years.
JasmineThey can have friends in Fiji, stay out of the Mississippi and don't come towards Michigan.
LaceyWell, they thought like bull sharks, bull sharks, bull sharks were lone hunters. But they have friends, they like, this is my BFF. They have social circles. They like meet in the same spots like they have hangouts, traumatizing. You're welcome. They just attack together as a friend group. So like my feed on stuff is like sharks. Shocker. Sea life also shocker, dinosaurs,
Jasmineautistic, paranormal.
LaceyNo one can say I don't have special interests. Okay.
JasmineMine is like paranormal witchy stuff. And then mundane tasks like laundry.
LaceyOh, like for sure witchy
Jasminestuff. But like lately it's been a lot of sharks and. A lot of dinosaurs. I accidentally ended up on like a pimple popping side of TikTok.
LaceyOh my God. And I'm like,
Jasmineand that was hilarious. I was like, you don't have to watch this if it grosses you out, but read the comments.
LaceyAnd I'm like, I don't even care about the comments right now. I'm so jealous of this person getting to pop this pimple. I like live for this.
JasmineOkay. I was like, gagging. 'cause she's like, it smells so bad. Well,
Laceyshe like popped it and she was like,
Jasmineshe's like, it got on my camera.
LaceyFirst of all, that you like have the foresight to like record this.
JasmineAt a good angle. Yeah. You like set up a tripod or something?
LaceyYeah. Why she wasn't wearing gloves.
JasmineYeah. You can set up a tripod but not put gloves on her. Or, I mean,
Laceymaybe
this
Laceya
Jasminesterile field.
LaceyThe cosmetologist in me that I'm like, why is she not gloves? I mean gloves and maybe like an alcohol wipe.
JasmineI think she did get alcohol at one point. 'cause she was wiping, she kept dunking a cotton pad in something. Ah, yeah.
LaceyUm, oh, I love a good pimp pop. Like if you need a pimple popped. I got you.
JasmineYeah, you turned to me and said, if you ever have a pimple that's big, please, lemme pop it.
LaceyYou're like the comments,
JasmineI didn't send you here to watch it. I sent you here for the comments.
LaceyI'm like, don't watch this, just read the comments. I'm like, hold up. I get a lot of Pimple Popper videos on TikTok, and then I get mad that they don't show it. It's like an eight parts. I'm like, I don't care about the backstory.
JasmineI don't want your eight part series. Okay. And I don't wanna watch the show. I'm here for the nitty gritty.
LaceyJust show me the little clip, like this is what it is. Show me the clip. Oh, in the video, she's just like. Yeah. What did she say? She's like, don't worry, I watch a lot of this on tv. Don't worry. I watch this on tv. I got you. Well, that's some background on me. Some Lacey lore. She loves sharks Pimples. See life. Can I say I do love a good history channel though? Yeah. Yeah. Shout out to Josh Gates.
JasmineOkay. I do love Josh Gates. For the longest time I was trying to find what is it? What was his first show that he came out with?
LaceyUm, he's doing Expedition Unknown. So it was like destination,
Jasmineis it Destination Truth. Destination truth,
Laceyyes.
JasmineI wanted to watch this for forever 'cause I never, never saw it. And it's finally on like Amazon Prime or something. Wow. So I've been watching it.
LaceyOh God. I love Josh Gates.
JasmineYeah. I mean, I watched all his other stuff too.
LaceyYeah.
JasmineBut like. Finally have been able to watch the og.
LaceySo funny.
JasmineYeah.
LaceyYeah. I have a mug that says, what would Josh Gates do?
JasmineYou
Laceywould, it was a gift. I also have his book, it's like called Destination Truth. I have stuff like that from podcasts that I listen to. And then I also have like a Zag Baggins book too, that I found in a thrift shop.
JasmineI'm I, I bought his like, how to Hunt, go Ghost Hunting for Dummies on Audible or something. And I, I can't remember if he reads it or not. Golden.
LaceyThat is not the one I have. But now every time I go to that thrifter, I'm like, I gotta look at the books. What if I find another treasure?
JasmineWhat if Zach has another book out?
LaceyMaybe they decide to donate the whatever for dummies. You just said ghost hunting?
JasmineYeah,
Laceylike it's not haunting. He's not haunting anyone.
JasmineMaybe they'll have one of his albums. Albums.
LaceyPlease tell me you're joking.
JasmineI'm not. I am not joking. Look it up.
LaceyHe has an album.
JasmineYeah.
LaceyAs in plural, albums
Jasmineit. I think it's plural. Oh, what? Music,
Laceylike real music.
JasmineNothing I enjoy.
LaceyI mean, I do think it'd really be funny if he had like an album of him like reading Latin or like, you wanna Go Ghost Hunting and like. Make the ghost mad, play this, just like, oh, that would
Jasminebe hilarious.
LaceyCome out and face me. And you're just like in the corner, like, is this working for you? Are you angry?
JasmineNo, no, no. Music.
LaceyI, I don't know if I wanna open that can of worms.
JasmineAh, for some reason I feel like it's like. Techno metal or something like that. Something terrible like that.
LaceyI dancing like in white chicks sticks, and he's shirtless, just like a whistle in his mouth. Directing traffic. Yeah. But he's like in an abandoned building. He started his own raves speaking in Latin
Jasminearound
Laceythe
Jasminewhistle.
LaceyAs all this gets edited out,
JasmineI don't know about that.
LaceyI have no control. I'm sorry guys.
JasmineI think you have to ask me a question. What's haunting you other than me right now? What's haunting me is that Lacey never asks me how I'm doing. Look how I'm haunting.
LaceyI have the tm. Okay? And like it never occurs to me when someone's like, how are you? My first thought is not, oh, how are you? It's just like, I'm fine. And then that's like the end of it.
JasmineI'll say, good, how are you? Not mean that Good. Great. How are you?
LaceySee, I think you might have a little bit of it too, like you've trained yourself.
JasmineI do train myself. I have, I have a DHD though, maybe a DHD. I don't know, but I, for sure, I landed in the high A DHD scale, getting towards autism scale.
LaceyI, yeah, I'm 100% convinced I have a DHD, but I just like to say my chm just to encompass all,
Jasmineall, every, all of it, all of it. Um, what's haunting me is. Yesterday on my way to work, I was trapped on the highway. I was trying to get to work and I, every exit was closed.
LaceyWhich they're not now.
JasmineYeah, they're not today. But the exit I usually take, which is like the first one, um, it like the highway splits, so if you're taking exits, you go right. If you're not, you go left. And it was, it it, the signs were still there, but they had a barricade blocking it and work trucks all along that path.
LaceyOh.
JasmineAnd I'm like, oh, okay. I'm pretty sure the next exit is closed too. So I guess I'll get off on the third exit, which is way. Out of the way at this point. So I go to take the third exit and it's also closed, so I have to drive like way out of the way, get on a different highway and then backtrack to get to work.
LaceyI did get a message. It's like, Hey, on your way to work. Just so you know, all the exits are closed.
JasmineApparently, all the on-ramps were closed too that day.
LaceyThat's
wild.
JasmineYeah. Like, hi, people do need to get into this town.
LaceyYeah. Not anymore. Not anymore. Not
Jasmineby highway.
LaceyThis
Jasminetown's,
Laceyuh, now closed to tourists. You have to be local now to use
Jasminethis. Well, technically if I work here, I feel like I'm a little local
Laceyand I'd say like taking the Knot Highway way, just like. It's so much more inconvenient.
JasmineWell, I know it's a, it's longer. It's for sure. It's 15 to 20 minutes depending on the traffic, because since they're closing off everything on the highway, more people are taking the back roads. Yeah. So like people were running behind to work today. Yeah. Insane.
LaceySo annoying.
JasmineCalm down your road construction.
LaceyYep.
JasmineYep. Michigan Road Construction. And this is me complaining about road construction for 30 minutes.
LaceyI bet you miss my shark facts. Now
JasmineI don't. Rude. Oh, and then my car wouldn't turn off.
LaceyOh, that's weird.
JasmineWhen I got to work, it's like, FOB not detected. And I was like, FOB is in my hand. What do you mean not detected? And if the fob is not detected, why would you stay on?
LaceyYeah, that's also
Jasmineweird. Why would you stay turned on?
LaceyIt's your battery and your fob.
JasmineI think the key FOB battery's going bad, so I'll have to replace that. But still though, ridiculous.
LaceyOne tragedy after another
Jasmineand it and the hits just kept on hitting. So, Lacey?
LaceyYeah.
JasmineYou don't know what we're talking about today. I
Laceywas like, please don't ask me. 'cause I honestly have no idea. You asked me poison or blood and I picked poison.
JasminePoison.
LaceyPoison.
JasmineOkay. Today we're heading into Northern Michigan at the turn of the 20th century. It's a place where towns were small gossip, traveled fast, and people trusted their neighbors because they had to and because they had to, because they had to,
Laceybecause they had to.
JasmineIn these little communities, everyone knew who baked the best pies, who needed help with chores, who had a sick child, and everyone definitely knew who stepped up to nurse the sick, comfort, the grieving, and show up for funerals. One of those helpful neighbors was a woman named Mary McKnight. And that name still casts a shadow over the rural pockets of Michigan that once trusted her. She's remembered now as the Michigan Borgia, the strict nine saint, and depending on which account you believe, she may have been one of the earliest and most prolific female serial killers in America. This story isn't just about how Mary got caught, it's about the quiet trail of body she left behind long before anyone realized there was something very wrong with her and why her own family eventually whispered that. Mary did it all because she liked going to funerals. What the heck was that?
LaceyI'm glad you heard that. 'cause I turned, I thought Frisker was gonna be right there.
JasmineNo, he's not.
LaceyHe is like half under your bed.
JasmineHey there, whatever's happening, stop it. To understand Mary as an adult, you have to go back to the environment she grew up in. She was born into a family where illness, sudden deaths and tragedy weren't rare. They were routine. Northern Michigan at the time was rugged logging towns, rough winters. No real medical system disease tore through families, especially poor ones. And death at home was normal. But with Mary, the pattern didn't just follow her. It intensified. By the time she was a young woman, she had already developed a reputation for being useful in sickness. She was always available to help, always willing to tend to the dying. Always the one who knew exactly what powders or tonics someone needed to settle the nerves. Sounds like my kinda lady.
LaceyCocaine.
JasmineSome women during this era leaned into caregiving because it gave them a little power in a world that didn't offer many opportunities for Mary, that role became her entire identity. Um, this area has a high, um. Water level, groundwater level.
LaceyOh.
JasmineSo that's my sub pump going off to make sure the basement doesn't flood.
LaceyGotcha.
JasmineShe said, what the heck is that?
LaceyWell, I didn't know what the thump was and I
Jasminewas like, that thump. I don't know what that was. That loud noise though was the sub pump.
LaceyOh, I heard a thump. Oh, I assume it's a cat.
JasmineNo, that like. Oh, that loud noise was, um, the sub pump, the noise before. I don't know where that came from.
LaceyI thought you were like telling me about the story. Like, this area has a high water level.
JasmineNo, no, no, no,
Laceyno. It feels like, did I miss something in the story?
JasmineNo, I saw, I saw you look around after that noise went and it's my sub pump going off. Sorry. And then the deaths started a long trail of suspicion. Her first husband, James Ambrose, died in 1887. Quick illness, sudden decline. Mary was by his side within days. The first wife of her future, second husband also died. Mary was there too.
LaceyThe what?
JasmineThe first wife of her second husband.
LaceyOkay.
JasmineSo the wife dies and then she marries them, and that's her second husband.
LaceySuspicious,
Jasminesuspicious. Two days later, Mary's niece, baby Tipple, also died of convulsions.
LaceyBaby. What?
JasmineTipple. T-E-E-P-L-E.
LaceyTebel, like that was her name?
JasmineYep.
LaceyOkay. Not to keep interrupting you.
JasmineI'm like, you should interrupt. It's called banter.
LaceyIt's called I little be rude
Jasminebanter. Lacey banter me constantly interrupting you the entire time you're talking. Uh, Mary had been the one nursing home as the years went on. More children connected to Mary died. Three Ambrose infants, 7-year-old Jane Ambrose, 5-year-old Mary Ambrose, a newborn, all gone after short illnesses all while Mary was helping care for them.
LaceyThat's like a double-edged sword though. Like if you're known as the person who's taking care of the sick, but then like. A bunch of 'em die. Like
Jasminethey're like, oh, those darn sick kids, they just keep dying. We should bring more people over for her to nurse back to
Laceyhelp. But
Jasminelike, what if it just is not this one, but like what if it
Laceyjust is
Jasminecoincidence
Laceybecause you are caring for the sick
Jasmineyou are, but were they sick to begin with?
LaceyAnother valid question just in my head. I'm like, what if they start accusing me? Like I'm just
Jasminetrying to, she's like, I have a book of poisons from the library. I need to return. Oh no, that's on, that's on my records now. I took it outta the library at least two times.
LaceyIt was at least two times It has been returned, and it is in my Amazon cart because I'm like. Guys, I really want this book. It's very pretty. This poison book
Jasminein Grayling, another niece. Eliza Chalker died in 1892. Mary's sister, Sarah Murphy died the next year. Same pattern. Her second husband, Ernest McKnight, died in 1890 something. The records get fuzzy here, but the cause was sudden illness, and once again, Mary had been caring for him. In Saginaw, two women connected by marriage died after helpful visits from Mary. Then Dorothy Jensen, a young girl, and Grayling died on Good Friday of 1902. After suddenly convulsing from Alpena to Grayling to saana, suspicious deaths followed her like a shadow. But back then people didn't assume poisoning. They assumed heartbreak, pneumonia, bad luck. No one suspected the sweet religious woman who always volunteered to sit up with the sick,
Laceythey're always religious.
JasmineOf course, they are. Over roughly 15 years, as many as 12 to 18 people died under Mary's watch. Wild. And not a single alarm was raised.
LaceyI mean, that's also the times too. Yeah. That just like.
JasmineBad communication.
LaceyYeah.
JasmineYou write a letter and by the time you write a letter and it's delivered, another person has died.
LaceyYeah.
JasmineBecause Mary played the part, well, the devoted caregiver, the grieving wife, the dutiful sister, the helper, the woman who always showed up. And according to her own family, she loved the funerals, loved the ritual, loved the pageantry, loved the attention that came from being the one who tried so hard to save the dying. Then I got paranoid and had to check to see if we're still recording. What's your hobby? I really love funerals. It's my favorite outing, honestly.
LaceyI mean, I get a, a chance to wear black.
JasmineI can't do funerals though, 'cause it doesn't matter if I know the person or not. I will bust into tears because so many emotions in a room.
LaceyYeah. As an empath, it's definitely,
Jasmineyeah. I do not enjoy funerals. Could not be me. Funerals were entertainment in rural towns. They were social events, they were gossip and food, and church bells and morning dresses, and Mary never missed one. Some people chased thrills. Mary McKnight chased the theater of a funeral. In the spring of 1903, Mary left Grayling to stay with her mother in Springfield Township near Fife Lake. Her brother, John Murphy and his young wife Gertrude, were living with them temporarily while they built a new house. This is where everything finally came to a head. On a Monday morning. Gertrude left her three month old daughter, Ruth with Mary while she and John worked on the new house. When they returned at lunch, Mary met with a calm, almost rehearsed explanation. The baby had died. She said, ruth must have smothered in her blankets. Gertrude fell apart. John went into town to buy a tiny casket
Laceyo
Jasminewhile he was gone, Mary gave Gertrude a capsule to calm her nerves. Minutes later, Gertrude's body twisted into violent spasms. Her fists curled, her arms locked against her chest. Her teeth clenched so tight, her lips pulled back into a grimace that witnesses later called a death grim. She collapsed, foaming, and convulsing on the floor. By the time John came home with the casket, his wife was dead too. A doctor pronounced it, an epileptic attack brought on by grief. He saw nothing suspicious, and so the funeral parlor was set up right in the Murphy's home. They stopped the clock, they covered the mirrors, and two bodies lay in one coffin. Mary hovered over all of it. 12 days later, John came down with the exact same symptoms, the same body rigidity, the same terrifying grin, the same drawn up limbs, the same lightning, fast descent into death. A neighbor tried to help him with. Camper, but John could barely speak. It's no good Joe. He said, I'm dying. He died within minutes. Mary helped bathe and dress the body. His muscles were so stiff she could barely move him. Three deaths in two weeks. All in Mary's care, all with the same symptoms. This time, someone paid attention. A doctor who heard the description recognized it immediately. Strict nine poisoning and suddenly everything around Mary stopped making sense. That's crazy. 'cause in such a small community, how is there not gossip? Like, Hey, everyone keeps dying around this chick. Especially kids. Keep your kids away from her,
Laceyright? Like
Jasmineyou
Laceywould think the gossips would be all over that. Like, I'm not saying she did it, but isn't it a little weird? But no. They're like, oh, she just takes care of the sick. It's so sad that everyone dies. They were so sick. That terrifying grin she's got on her face right now.
JasmineShe's like vibrating and like holding a vial of something. Yeah, she's like serving tea, just vibrating. Like why does this tea taste so bitter? She can't do everyone at once. She's gotta space it out. Once the local prosecutor got wind of the situation, he ordered John's bod. Bad, bad, bad body. Exhumed, then Gertrude, then baby Ruth's. Their stomachs were sent to the University of Michigan for toxic toxicology testing. The results came back fast and clear. Fatal levels of stricken nine. Mary didn't panic. Not at first. She stuck to her story. She deflected. She leaned on her religious identity, her caregiver reputation, her well practice grief. Then investigators started looking backward. The pattern emerges. Everywhere Mary had ever lived, people had died. Everywhere she went, she helped, and people ended up in coffins. The prosecutor didn't even need years of evidence. He just needed to follow her trail. When she was finally arrested at Walton Junction on May 31st, 1903, Mary still insisted she meant no harm. A week later, she gave her confession. The confession on June 10th, 1903, Mary admitting to poisoning baby Ruth Gertrude Murphy, John Murphy. She said it was all on accident. She said she only wanted to calm them down. She said she used strict nine casually, almost carelessly as if it were aspirin, but buried inside. Her confession were slips of the truth. Talking about John, she said. I thought it would be for the best if he were to go, which is not something an innocent person says about her own brother.
LaceyNo
Jasmineinvestigators believed she killed many more, possibly a dozen, possibly more than 15 enough people that newspapers across the country nicknamed her the Michigan Borgia, linking her to Renaissance Poisoner Lure reia Lucrecia. That's a hard name there. Uh, Borgia, which supposedly she had a poisoners ring that she would keep poisoning to poison people,
Laceyallegedly.
JasmineAllegedly. Also, I love a Poisoners ring.
LaceyThey're beautiful.
JasmineThey're beautiful, and I have a few. Don't get me started about my lost poisoners ring that I love so much. Mary's trial in Cadillac began in December, 1903. People poured into town from all over the state. Hotels filled reporters, shoved each other for seats. Women in particular were fascinated. How could a caregiver, a mother, a sister, a religious woman, be a serial killer? Which the word serial killer did not exist right back then, guys, her calm demeanor only fueled the fire. She sat in court with folded hands, expression, neutral, almost serene. Witnesses described the convulsions. Doctors described strict nine in the stomachs. Family members hinted at her love for funerals and prosecutors painted her as someone who thrived on attention, grief, and the strange status that came with tragedy. Tra, why can I not say that? Came with tragedy. It took the jury less than two hours to convict her. She was sentenced to life at the Detroit House of Correction. Mary served 17 years. That might surprise listeners, a woman. A woman. Oh, not a woman. A woman. A woman tied to possibly 18 murders. She was released in 1920 for good behavior. No one ever proved the earlier killings. She kept her secrets after release, she faded into quiet obscurity. She told anyone who listened that she'd been wronged. That her confession was misunderstood, that she was simply a victim of grief and misunderstanding, but those who knew her didn't buy it. The families of her suspected victims definitely didn't buy it. Locals whispered her name for decades. Rural cemeteries across Northern Michigan. Hold clusters of stones that hint at something darker look lurking under the surface of a small town life. And Mary McKnight never once apologized, not for the baby she killed, not for the sister-in-law who can full at her feet, not for the brother who begged for help while she let pimp die, not for the long line of suspicious deaths behind her. Some killers leave signatures. Mary's signature was the quiet, trusting moment when she leaned in and offered you something to calm your nerves. Cases like Mary's remind us how easily trust can be weaponized, how a caregiver can become a predator, and how long it can take before a community realizes the danger living right in their own home.
LaceyIt was for the best.
JasmineYou know his, his baby died. His wife died.
LaceyI
Jasminekilled him. It was for the best. I
Laceyneed to get rid of the witness.
JasmineA may or may not have wanted that life insurance policy.
LaceyAllegedly,
Jasmineallegedly, allegedly, allegedly.
LaceyIt's also crazy that like from my poison book. A lot of like the older drugs that were used as poisons weren't there. Like there wasn't toxicology.
JasmineYeah.
LaceySo a lot of it you couldn't prove.
JasmineYeah. But they said gimme them stomachs for sending them to,
Laceyyeah.
JasmineMichigan State University to get them tested.
LaceyYeah. It's kinda like Ana, though.
JasmineAna. Ana Baileys. Love her,
Laceybut like, I think they were only caught because one of the women chickened out.
JasmineYeah.
LaceyAnd didn't give her husband enough and she's like, oh, I'm so sorry. And like admitted what she was doing like amateur hour, right. I mean, and they were trying to get away from abuse. Like this is like their only option. But like if it wasn't for the squealing woman, like this could have gone on. Like there was no proof except for. This woman who, she's a rat. A rat.
JasmineMm.
LaceyWhich like they killed her, her daughters, and anyone else that worked in that shop.
JasmineOoh, look at that bruise.
LaceyOoh, just bumping into things. Who knows?
JasmineMy ankle's broken.
LaceyMy limbs are bruised. I still say that little scooter thing would be just a, it's probably solid investment for you.
JasmineYou're not wrong.
LaceyI, you hurt your ankle really bad like once a year.
JasmineIt is once a year. It's usually around fall.
LaceyBecause you fall. Yeah, usually the end of summer,
Jasminebut yeah. Them darn ankles. But yeah, weak, weak ankles. I got weak ankles. Don't poison your family members kids. That's the moral of this story.
LaceyPoison strangers that can't
Jasmineconnect. Yes, exactly. You to thank you and goodnight. Allegedly, allegedly, allegedly. Allegedly.