It began long ago, two young boys in an American town riding their bikes to school and Little League practice.

Over the years, the boys became fast friends, united in their love for stories where things would go horribly wrong.

Pour yourself a strong beverage and buckle up. You're in the shallow end with

Schnebly and Toff. Jay-G, do you remember that song called One, Two, Three by Len Berry?

My God, you're so old. I know. Do you know why that popped into my head?

Because this is episode one, two, three. Episode number 123.

That's pretty remarkable when you think about it.

And I've been doing a lot of thinking about it.

123 episodes.

Last night I'm lying in bed and I'm thinking, 123.

How did that happen?

And then the dog farted and I...

And you lost your train of thought. I lost my train of thought.

I thought you were going to say, and then I realized that box is well up over 600, so 123 is just kind of a joke.

I stopped counting a long time ago, other than for filing purposes.

I think that's very smart.

Tis a wise man who does not count his boxes, if you'll pardon the expression.

Was that Chaucer?

I think it was Chaucer, yeah.

Either Chaucer or Shakespeare.

But anyway, hit me with a story.

All right, on a seemingly ordinary December morning in 2012, in Nebraska, in Stromsburg, Nebraska, a 19-year-old

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