Jack Allison P.I. stepped out onto the stoop and tilted his head upwards to the great gray womb above pulsing with full dark clouds. He watched them open up, spill their bounty from the heavens. He watched the loot scatter and pool amidst the parched and split asphalt streets that were the filthy veins of the city's diseased heart. He watched the rain fall for moments more, and then flipped up the collar of his trench coat. It was time to leave. Before Jack got to the last step however, the door behind him opened up and a voice called out, it was his client. “You’ll catch them won’t you?” She said. Without turning, Jack replied, “I don’t think it's a them...” Jack heard the woman gasp even under the pouring rain. “You don’t mean…” She began. “Yes ma’am I do, this isn’t some teenage boys having a lark, a quick chunky-dunk to satisfy an urge for rebellion. I think what we’re dealing with is a single, sick, depraved individual. One who has done it before and will do it again I think...who i'm chasing —no what I’m chasing, is a..”

“Chunky-Dunkerist” His client finished. Jack was shocked. He spun around and took new stock of his client. She had some serious gumption to say such a thing out loud, and there didn’t seem to be even a lick of trepidation in her vocal delivery. “Serial..Chunky Dunkerist” Jack said and nodded. At his words, Jack’s client made the sign of the cross and whispered a silent prayer.

Topics discussed on today’s episode include: Tuesday Bluesday, Chunky Dunking, Coffee Talk, OAN, and Slurp Calls!

Show originally aired June 9th 2020 — Vod Link: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/645795802