Hey, it's Brian with a quick reminder that I will be in Canada this weekend. I'll be in Toronto with Malcolm Ingram of Blowhard.

We're going to do a live show at the Underground Comedy Club at Clandestiny.

670 Queen Street East, Toronto, Ontario, Canada. And from what I understand, beer is served. Tickets are $20. There's about 15 left.

Just go to www.m-M-A-L-C-O-L-M-A-L-C-O-M-X-X-L-L-L-L-com and get your tickets there.

I've promised to deliver something embarrassing. I haven't thought of it yet, but maybe it's not even about me. It could be about Walt. Like maybe I'll tell you that he didn't lose his virginity until a year after he was married. All right, well, I guess it can't be that one now, but still, it'll be something along those lines. Suzanne's going to be there. I saw what she's wearing. Very sexy. If you hang around

her all night and she bends over, there's a pretty good chance you're going to see a little

titty. Definitely a little titty, maybe even a little nipple action. So for 20 bucks, you could do a lot

worse. That's this Sunday, May 22nd, 8 p.m. at the Underground Comedy Club. We're going to tell jokes and smoke weed and pop pills and all kinds of shit.

So, uh, see you there.

Listen up, maggots.

You are not special.

You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake.

You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

We are all part of the same compost keep.

You know, the sun came down and the great hand of God came down and slapped her wet behind.

The sun came down and slapped her wet behind. What if it was a vet vickers like justice?

She was mummified and shit though.

She sticks you in her mummy puss.

What are you asking me?

I'll never be on a perch. You don't want to be knocked off the perch?

No, I'll never want to put on...

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