Well, as usual, it was a full-blown chit-show stream, thick with the sour reek of damp resentment, cheap conspiracy, and unwashed ego.

The flea starts by herself, then hauls Crookyman onto the panel like she’s dragging a waterlogged sack of grudges through ankle-deep swamp muck.

The flea begins by singing Happy Birthday three times.

(my ears bleed as if on cue)

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Crook, wearing his shirt number 2 in his rotation, appears to be in rare form, rare like roadkill left steaming in July.

He claims “he’s been doing a little digging since he woke up.’

When pressed further, we learn Crooky is digging not in turd-purgatory soil, but on the internet and into the man who came onto his property.

The Flea pretends she doesn’t know what he is talking about, but her acting lacks luster and finesse. It drops dead on the floor like a wet sock left in a gym bag for a week.

Crooky starts whining to the flea and the universe that “the man’s credentials don’t match up with things he has found.”

Crooky calls him an insurance adjuster and then changes his mind and calls him a ‘realtor appraiser,’ and then, like a Clockwork Orange, he changes it up again and swears he’s an insurance appraiser “or something like that.”

Fleasa, our marble-mouthed host, slides into the combo and claims, “Something is weird though.”

She admits that ‘they’ could hire whoever they want, but she throws out a conspiracy theory that the man might be biased.

The flea starts throwing out multi-syllable words like defective and tainted; words that cling to the air like cigarette smoke in a sealed bathroom.

Crook adjusts his detective hat and fuels the flea’s conspiracy by adding how suspicious it is that the man and Randy seem to know each other.

Both the flea and Crooky man think that is really strange indeed.

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The flea prompts her Crooked friend and asks him to tell everyone how these two characters ‘know each other.”

She doesn’t have to poke Crook too hard, and he starts spilling his words right down the front of his gray attire.

The Crooked man swallows hard and announces that Randy has once defended this ‘inspector’ in court…in LEVY county!

(Remember folks, according to flea and Crook logic, it’s always better to hire a stranger off the internet than to hire someone you know and trust.)

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Crook explains that this man was involved in the other “bad neighbor” case and that he’s just like Jeremy and was “the bad neighbor” in that case.

The flea puts on a fake persona and bellows out “OH MY GOD” and claims Randy has “created an enterprise of bad neighbor content for profit.”

Oh, for the love of a good pillow, this woman is delusional and trying to stir up a whole kettle of chit whether she has facts or not.

Crook whines, “And they are bringing him on in”
The flea turns up her dial on the “conspiracy and probably a lie meter” and assumes that the man could even be owing Randy legal fees, and that is why he was asked to hop onto Turdle-purgatory.

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“Or future legal fees,” the crooked man adds to the fodder.

The flea emphasizes that Randy brought a “guy on that is a client of his” and starts spouting that the man was way too interested in the tortoise area, even though he was there to assess the assets on the property.

“But Jeremy is not getting the tortoises’ Fleasa swoons into her trusty crusty mic.

And Crook lets it slip that “No, Jeremy won’t be getting them, and that Fish and Game has already been involved at this point.”

(Asking for a friend, can you FOIA the Fish and Game reports?)

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“As soon as court ended today, Liarnutz was on the phone with them,” the gray-shirt hombre told the flea.

The flea takes that moment to say that court was “short and sweet today,” and Crook agreed with her synopsis.

Crook interrupts the flea to claim another “thing he found out about Shochet” was that he also had Judge DeThomas for the man who came onto the property, and that it happened at the same time Jeremy was in court with his PO and Liarnutz.

Flea and Crook laid the groundwork for a conspiracy and claimed it’s very odd that “that case mimics” Jeremy’s own ‘polamopping’ adventures.

Crook brags that all this info was easy peasy to find; all he had to do was Google-machine the man.

The flea shuffles her papers and sputters, “Interesting…interesting,” then squeaks, “Because I don’t know why he would think we would do anything shady like that, because after all, he is Shady Shochet.”

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Crook adds more grime to his story and shirt and claims Randy thinks “they are stupid and that they won’t find out”

The flea giggles and tells her Warriors that Randy was quite disappointed in court today.

She begins to recount what she heard in the 4-5 minute BK hearing that took place in the morning.
The flea admits that the judge was a little irritated at both sides even though “she mentioned creditors first”.

The flea admits that the judge didn’t like the behavior “on both sides and called it inappropriate”.

Fleasa admits that both sides better get ‘their chit together’ or they will be headed next to Gainesville for in-person court.

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The flea tells her Warriors that Crooky and Liarnutz will be on that property until at least 2027, when they rule on the homestead property.

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The flea starts recapping the day’s hearing while
Crook claims they again talked to Fish and Game and were told they are not licensed to have people on their property.

Oh FFS, no one can set foot on that property, according to the Flea and Crook, because “they aren’t licensed for visitors”?

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The Crook says Randy wanted pictures of the equipment for the tortoises, so he took 5 pictures and sent them off. He admits he photographed the lamps and rubber bowls.

Crook whines that he had to change a few bulbs in the heat lamps because the weather is colder now, so the tortoises can stay warm.

(I want to know why he didn’t change the broken bulbs sooner than yesterday, since the weather has been dipping below 70 at night. In fact, temps have dipped into the fifties and sixties for the last few weeks, and EVERYONE knows tortoises need warmth, but if the bulbs were out… do they not care?)

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The flea picks up the rhetoric, blames Jeremy’s motives, and adds that, once again, they have proved Jeremy is just a liar. Blah, blah, blah.
The flea complains that Randy is also upset because she only received “one email” from her, handed over as evidence.

yawn

Gatorstench slithered into the stream around the 19-minute mark, and my senses (not Spidey) went into ‘ick mode’ because he was louder and more annoying than usual.

His voice is animated, loud, and irritating as he interrupts the conversation between Flea and Crooks.

Fleasa exclaims, “Oh my God, he sounds so happy”

(Or drunk?)

(Or both?)

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The flea soon produces a clip she wants to play for her Gatorstinkin’ friend that depicts his ‘old self’ at what appears to be an event that he is emceeing, perhaps at a strip joint.

Gator complains he can’t hear what's being played.

But it could be because he was talking over the audio, as usual. The flea soon decides to play it again.

Crook interrupts the banter between friends to let her know that “she may have some more info in her email.”

He tells her, in an exasperated tone, to “Take a look,” and adds, “It’s not from me.”

The dead air is thick and dank as she checks her email. She mutters to herself that she thinks she already has that and did that earlier.

Back to the Gator’s emcee days…

Oh my, indeed, he was an emcee for a strip club, and the audio reminds everyone not to forget about the VIP rooms, where you can “get up close and personal with your favorite dancer.”

The flea and Gator both giggle in a deep, menacing tone, as if they are the cool kids in the swamp.

The flea also plays a sound bite that she plans to add to her soundboard that says, “Oh God, Gatorstench, shut up”

(Now I have to wonder how her Warriors think these scoundrels have any class at all. I swear, they sound like a bunch of lowlifes hanging around the burning barrel exchanging plans.)

Fleasa plays a video clip of RawDawg doing some imaginary dancing of his own, and they all laugh and giggle as if it’s the greatest thing next to sliced bread and chicken skins.

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But I am so over them for the day and call it before I go comatose in my own home. I have my own things to do, and they don’t include fleas and this stench.

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Toodles Poodles ♥️🐩
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Yeah, sure, Lipzy LaRue comes on the panel later, but she was grating on my last nerve, too.

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