Beaufort Masan

Here we are again, just the two of us.

You doing whatever you're doing and me trying to be good to your ear hole as

Parlamine, Funkadelic would put it, special shout out this week to anybody who's

pushing a broom at three o'clock in the morning in a factory,

arresting, sleeping, university, airport,

some other place like that where you're listening to podcasts to get you through

the night. It's an honor to be there with you. I know what that's like.

I've had jobs like that. I've had a lot of fucked up jobs. I've pumped gas at

three different gas stations in high school, one of which was the the old

Bluebird Garage in Casanovia, New York. Shout out to Bob and Lee Cowherd,

the owners, also Roy's Service Center in Fairfield, Connecticut.

And what the hell was the other one? I can't remember the other one right now.

Yeah, I've pumped gas. I worked in Kentucky fried chicken,

which was disgusting to say the least I worked at the Burger King, got fired

from Burger King actually because I was in high school and I had a very sexy

girlfriend, Alicia, who worked at the Burger King in Manlius, New York.

And I had this 1976 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. That was my high school

mobile. Somebody smashed into a new park in the street and fucked up the back.

And so I took the lid. Those all crunched up off the trunk.

And I just I screwed this like extra auxiliary brake light onto the side of the car.

The corner was all mashed in. And I sort of pretended it was like a little pickup truck.

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