This is a head gum podcast.

Hey, before I break the brick gum.

No shit, old Sherlock. It's hey, Rital Rital. I'm Adolfi.

I'm Anthony Birch.

And I'm Aaron Keith.

And we are going to be solving all types of riddles where the answer is or scum.

It's just our patented chemistry that we all have together that we've honed like a blade against the wet stone

of horse gum for years and years.

JPC would never say something so poetic.

You could be as your lowest common denominator. You can be as dumb as you want.

Of course, it sounds going to be wet as covered in a hush gum.

I did, yeah, I do. I'm not trained for improv, so I just try to write out like things that would be just be funny to say as non-sequiters.

I literally got as far as like what if when you win the Kentucky Derby they do a gatorade barrel of horse gum on the horse and I got as far as that and then I stopped.

Is it?

You are if JPC decided to care.

This is incredible.

Holy shit, he's amazing.

All right, I'm Oldman Puzzles and this is our first riddle.

Why weren't the tennis players allowed in the restaurant?

Because they were holding a match.

No.

They were dropping dooses.

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