WKRLEM: Bachelor Number Two is a Serial Killer?

The 1970's? Was there ever anything like it?

Doesn't the guy who won give off gay serial killer vibes?

There was an actual serial killer on the Dating Game.

They should bring this show back.

Whats a big industry secret that isn't supposed to be known by the general public?

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I work at a hospital in an area where there are lots of hospitals. Our ER has an emt lounge with free slushies soda and snack food so the EMT'S

customer service text chat can see what you're typing in the box before you hit send.

Relative of mine was a mystery shopper and did a lot of car garages. He would get sent in with a car and had to get it serviced and reported on how well it was completed/if they found all the faults/ if the customer service was up to scratch etc. The results were usually 6/10, until suddenly every garage was a 10/10 continuously. He investigated as it was a bit suspicious and found "MYS" (Mystery Shopper) written on the bottom of the car he was given. One of the garages sussed him out and wrote it there for future garages to find, and make sure they have it the best possible service.

I attended a songwriting workshop at berklee school of music, and Anna Wise (Grammy winning songwriter, Kendrick Lamar collaborator) told the audience during a presentation that whenever someone "magically" blows up on soundcloud or YouTube, that it's not authentic. A label will sign the artist in secret, and then suddenly boost their viewership tremendously to make it look like the independent artist did it on their own.

A bottle of Windex is basically 95% water 4% ammonia, and 1% blue dye / fragrance. The most expensive part of the product is the bottle.

The fresh chocolate chip cookie scent that can be smelled outside of the Magic Kingdom bakery is artificial. It's piped out there to draw you into the bakery.

Former Dunkin' employee here. We don't check the survey codes at the bottom of your receipt. Any random 5 digits in the space, you've got a free donut with purchase.

There can be only one.

Donald Trump sat back in his overstuffed recliner in his penthouse apartment in Trump Tower. He was taking a day of rest. The campaign had been grueling. He was victorious in the first lap. But he was very tired. Later he would preside over a happy and boisterous family gathering as the Trump clan got together to celebrate Mother’s Day. His loving wife Melania would be at the head of the table with little Baron. His beloved Daughter Ivanka would be there with her new son. His other sons would be there with their spouses and children. They were devout family men much like himself. Even his ex-wife Ivana would be there to celebrate with her children. Thankfully they got along and could be civil with each. More civil than he could be with the conservative Republicans who hate him so. No matter. Today was a day to celebrate Mothers.

Trump pushed back on the chair to raise his feet on the foot rest that appeared at the bottom of the recliner. His thoughts were all over the place. The campaign. The coming battle. But most of all his own mother.  Mary Ann MacLeod.  Of the Clan MacLeod.