Some years ago, a crack commando comedy unit were given jobs above their pay grade.

These men promptly were put on leave and escaped to an underground podcast accade in an unknown

location.

Today, still unwanted by big media, they survive as comics unfortunate.

If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and you can find them, you can listen

to God's place.

Bro, you're not going to believe this.

I'm not the fucking swimmer of bar today.

This resort, my lady, bartender, first of all, hookin' it up all day.

They got these honey bee shots.

It's like a honey tequila.

It's a triple sec, a grand marniade.

They double back, which is wild by the both sweeteners, a little bit of fresh lime juice.

A couple of little things they do.

I don't know.

We only had a few of them.

We were absolutely lids.

And I look over, fucking kid, I went to high school, sitting there with his fiance.

My buddy, Mark, I look at my fucking mark, dude.

You're here.

Dude, it was mind blowing.

So we took about six more shots, dude, without, I took a fucking nap before we hit the

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