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. Hey buddy, I've got a question for you before we start. I have several answers.

Perhaps one will apply. I am the only one here in the studio and I just look down and all of our microphones are labeled corresponding to the input

they have of the mixer. So I'm the only one here in the room and I'm asking you because maybe

you can tell me why I'm using microphone number four. I don't know.

You have four microphones.

Yeah.

And why am I on,

am I suddenly not worthy of using microphones number one or two?

Do you think Nan came in in the middle of the night and said,

Screw him?

She might have.

That would be just the kind of duplicitous thing that she would do. I'll mess with his head

and give him microphone number four to make him think that there are three better talent in the

room, even though he's by himself. It's psychological warfare. It's what it is. It's unfair, I tell you. It's

unfair. How are your holidays going?

Holidays, a great deal of fun. Our first and I think only holiday party of the year was last night,

to which we are regularly invited. And a number of people that we know and like, and it was great food. It's the one time of year

that I eat ham. And this couple that hosts are notorious for providing a honey-baked

spiral-cut ham as part of the food offerings. And damn, is it delicious? But it led me to an interesting observation because I made the mistake.

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