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Lily (0:00)
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Hallie (1:02)
I'm on my period, so I guess everyone should seek shelter because everyone will rue this day. What up, you little fuck? Okay, guys, I'm doing something really fucking stupid right now. We have an emergency debrief situation. Hi, this is Hallie from the streets of New York.
Lily (1:23)
Guys, I had every intention of staying in last night.
Hallie (1:31)
Hi, sexies. Everyone, welcome back to Extra Dirty. Before I start this episode, I needed to, like, go over how ugly and beyond I looked in last week's episode. Guys, this is my first time in the studio. The first time with this lighting. And also this couch has very sharp angles to it. So I honestly didn't know what I looked like. And I looked back at the footage from last week and oh, my God, I wish production had stopped me. It looked like I had my pants bunched up like this. Everything was tucked under my sweater. I thought I was going for like, the cute, cozy look. Like a little sultry, like, oh, she's very cozy in the couch. She's marinating in the couch. No, it looks like I fucking had a 12 inch erect penis. You would have thought I shove one of these unwells under my fucking sweater. That's what it looks like. It was absurd. It looked like I had a boner the whole time. And I was super excited to be podcasting, which I was, but, like, not that excited, you know? Like what? Anyways, I'm sick. As you can probably tell, my super seductive and, like, sexy voice that I have going on right now. I started off the week with, like, 102 fever. I feel like maybe my lifestyle is finally starting to catch up with me just a touch. I literally have, like. Like, look what's in my pockets right now. If you're watching this on YouTube, I'm gonna vocalize it for people that aren't watching it, but I have a thermometer just in case a fever spikes. I have a pack of cigarettes just in case I forget that I have a fever. I think this is a popper. Oh, my God, are these poppers? I have a lighter for the cigarettes. Wait, I'm dead that I had poppers in my pocket. I didn't even know. And then. Okay, so this is probably why I have a cold. It's because all these things combined. My pocket don't make sense to me at all. Wait, the poppers really threw me off. I haven't worn this coat in a little bit. But, yeah, I'm fucking sick. What else can I catch you up on? I'm on my period, so I guess everyone should seek shelter because everyone will rue this day. If a gust of wind comes at me strange, I flip it off. That's how I'm feeling today. I'm getting laid regularly right now, but, like, I still hate men. My opinion on men has not changed. Honestly. If anything, it's been extremely solidified. Everyone still pisses me off, you know, like, all these men want. Like, they just want a fucking blow job. Like, that's all they want. Like, what happened to hi, how are you? Or, like, let's go out to dinner, or, like, let's go on a date, or let's see you in the light of day. They're just like, oh, like, give me head again. I get it. It's a beautiful. A beautiful Sucky McGee. But there's more to me than just my Sucky McGee's. There's more to me. Okay, let's do a quick little, like, throwback dating story. Now that I'm on the topic of dating and how much it sucks in New York City, let's start there. It was probably five years ago when I first moved to New York, and when you first moved to New York as a girl, you think that you're Carrie Bradshaw and you think that you should just be dating. You think you should be dating everyone and just saying yes, and, oh, my God, life is so beautiful and Mr. Big is gonna sweep you off your Fe. And you're just gonna ride off into the sunset. You're gonna experience heartache, you're gonna experience breakups, you're gonna experience situationships, you're gonna experience chlamydia. All is true. But you know, it's not as romanticized as you see like in the Sex in the City. It's like a lot shittier. You know, I can barely get a guy to ask me out. I, I like I said in the last episode, men are scared. They're scared of these days. I don't know what's going on. This species is dying in. In my opinion. But sorry, that was just a random tangent on men let dating story. So I thought that like you were supposed to just like say yes to dating. And dating as you guys know, it's a hobby, it's a sport. It's like a plant you have to water, you have to give it attention. Like people really put their whole back into dating, in my opinion. And I really don't have time for it. I just, my lifestyle is not conducive with romantic partnerships right now. So it was like one night, it was like a Friday night. We went to this kid's like birthday celebration. He like rented out a bar or whatever and I went with some girlfriends. And like everyone was partying. Someone offered me a bump. And like, I don't say no to much. Definitely not saying no to a bump. But I did not know the bump was pink. And I thought that was only a Miami thing. So it ended up being 2 CB and everyone's vibing, you know, the house music is going and the vibes are flowing and this fucking random ass kid who I. I guess hit it off with was giving me attention. And one thing about me is I like attention. And he ended up asking me on a date. We exchanged phone numbers and he followed up the next day. And when I saw the text the next day, usually my like gut reaction to a guy asking me, I would be like. Like now in today's age would be absolutely the not. Like I have to like really know you in person. If I'm saying yes to a date, I don't say yes to dates. Like, I need to hook up with you a few times before I say yes to a date. But that's like a whole other issue. We'll get to that later. So I was like, you know what? Yeah, you know, I'm fresh in New York City. I should be saying yes to going on dates. So you set a time, we meet up. We meet up at like the fucking Gans of Ord or something. And I see this troll looking ass man in the lobby of the building and I said, there is no way. I don't know what Lucifer asked. Potion 2 CB has. And that made me just see rainbows and butterflies in like whatever. This man was not in the slightest my type. He looked like kind of like asparagus. I don't know. He. And just like, nothing about him was my type. He looked shy and not outgoing. He wasn't funny. We go up to the top, like, I was about to like, turn around and say goodbye. I don't know, like, what got into me to say yes. But like, I would feel so bad standing someone up on a date. That's really not my style. I wish it was, but like, I have like guilt and shame and anxiety. I would never want someone to do that to me. So I ended up going through with the date and I was like, you know what? Maybe he has a good personality. Like, maybe we'll just give it a go. No, there was nothing about this date that went smooth. It was like a very tumultuous. It was like turbulence. If dating. If a date was like a turbulent plane ride. That was the whole thing. Nothing was smooth about this date. We get up to the roof, he orders like a Magnum bottle of champagne. And I haven't eaten anything yet. So I got fucking cross eyed and lit and like, the conversation was horrible. I'm cross eyed at this point, I'm starving. You can barely find my waist. And this man, all he's fed me is fucking champagne. And I get the gesture. He was trying to like look like a baller. But this kid was like, what, 22 probably. And like was probably just trying to impress me with a bottle of champ. Like, I need to eat something, please. And then the vi. The conversation, like, we had nothing common and he wasn't funny. And as you guys know, being funny is so important to me. If you're not funny, like, I hate you. Like, I would rather you be ugly and funny than the other way around. So then he wanted to, like, continue the night. And I don't know what to say. No, it's like one of my biggest flaws. I do not know how to say no. I'm working on it. I've worked on it in therapy. Saying no just doesn't roll off the tongue naturally to me. And so he brings me to like the fucking Spaniard. After which, if you guys don't know what the Spaniard is, it's just like a dive bar. In New York. It's like the least romantic place probably in New York City. Like, I would rather like. Like I think giving a girl like a tour of like a graveyard would be more romantic than bringing me into the Spaniard. And then he leans in for a kiss at the end of the night and that's always awkward and also like, as you know, like, I can't say no. So like it was an awkward, like Dodge and I leaned back and then he sprinted the street and he was never to be heard from again. I think we both knew it was just like a atrocious state. And since then, I've never romanticized dating again and I've never romanticized New York City and I've never had a real, you know, Carrie Bradshaw moment. After that I went straight to Samantha Jones route. After that I went straight Samantha Jones. I'm not really big dater. It's not really my thing. I travel a lot. And like I said a million times at this point, guys don't ask me on dates because I think they're scared I'm gonna bite their head off, which is usually probably the case.
