Lucy

Hey, boys.

It's Lucy.

I didn't think I'd have to leave this message because I don't know that this should be aired out publicly, but some people have found me online and have been harassing me.

So to those people, just know that there are two sides to every story and you shouldn't believe everything that you hear online.

To Emma, we both know what happened and why I decided to block you, but I'm not 12, so I'm not going to be sharing it online.

What?

So see you never.

Bye.

Hey boys, I haven't called the main hotline before, but I've got a, um, what would you rather question?

This is for Pat.

Alright, Pat, would you rather cage dive, like, in a shark nest, not, not like fully shark nested, for 30 minutes, that's it, um, or babysit five Larnies, eight Mimis, ten post

post-Operation Tiana's, and we'll go three Lathams.

Let me know your thoughts.

Kyle, for fuck's sake, you fucking dog.

I thought you said you were going to fix the fucking hotline sound and you haven't.

Can you fucking sort it out, bro?

You know how fucking annoying and loud it is?

No, it actually is.

This is that old.

She sounds like a teen mum from the Central Coast.