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. It's not quite episode 150, but damn it's so close. I can taste it. Yeah,

I can catch a whiff of it in the wind. It's it smells like fresh bread. It smells like fresh

bread and a little bit like new tires.

Yeah.

And I'm not really sure why.

So essentially it smells like a Costco.

Which, of course, is my happy place.

So I'll take that any time.

I had a funny thing happened the other day that I thought of you.

Nancy and I were going to go down to

Temecula, California, which is about an hour and 45 minutes from us, to do a little wine tasting

with some friends, the Browns. And we agreed we were going to meet Thursday at like 1 o'clock for lunch.

So we get up a little early on Thursday morning so we can get our hike in.

And I wake up and I'm looking at the pillowcase.

And there's a red splotch on the pillowcase about the size of a golf ball.

Oh, no.

And I think, am I just imagining this?

And so I kind of rub my eyes and, you know, shake my head.

And it's actually even now a little bigger than a golf ball.

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