Episode 504: The Nasty Buns

Outline
00:45 - Intro - Britney Spears = Robin Hood?

11:50 - My coworkers and I occasionally order in food for lunch. The other day, I gave a woman $10 for lunch, but she accidentally had it delivered to her house instead of our office. She gave back the money and I thought we were square and that she would just eat it for dinner. On Monday, she brought my food in for me, four days after it was delivered. I feel bad that she's out $10, but I'm not gonna eat it. Should I pay her for this old food, or are we good? - Alex in Minne-snap-olis PS: It was a Middle Eastern salad with chicken and hummus

17:40 - Y - Sent in by a few people, from an anonymous Yahoo Answers user who Griffin calls "Yahoo David," who asks:"How did the first parents know how to take care of their children? ?"

21:13 - I'm pretty sure my neighbor sells weed and I really want some. I've only ever smoked with friends who had their own weed, but I'm an adult now and I have to get it for myself. I know very little about him, since he's a few years younger than me, and we didn't talk when we were in high school. I don't have his phone number and we're not friends on social media. How do I find out if he actually has the good kush for sale? Please help me. I really want to blaze it, but I don't know how to get weed. - Wannabe Loner Stoner

26:38 - MZ - Sponsored by DoorDash, MeUndies, and Stitchfix

35:26 - Y - Sent in by a lot of people, from Dylan, who asks: "My dad bought the nasty hamburger buns I hate when he does this, when he grills hamburgers, there is a specific type of buns I like him to buy, they are small, light, buns, since the burgers are never too big, they get smaller when you cook them. He bought the freaking big dark buns, the bun is bigger than the entire patty, which means when I bite I will be biting into the bun, and it's dark which I don't like the dark buns he buys. What should I do?"

40:45 - Munch Squad - Rob Gronkowski to Join Chipotle for Thursday's Virtual Hangout

46:16 - A duck has recently set up shop and laid eggs in the bush directly outside the only door to my apartment. The problem is, every time I come home, the duck flaps away panicked, and stands in the parking lot, staring at me until I go inside. Aside from the near heart attack this caused me the first few times, I feel bad for repeatedly alarming this duck and interrupting her egg-sitting routine. How do I convince this duck that we're chill, and I want nothing but the best for her and her future ducklings? - Duck Disruptor in Tennessee

53:20 - Housekeeping

55: - FY - Sent in by Graham Roebuck, from Yahoo Answers user Yeet, who asks:"How does one spoon an angel?"