Like if a man today were to say that he wants a girlfriend that can cook or clean, he might as well be screaming the N-word.

Okay.

Well, you sound like a Democrat.

I'm not retarded.

Well, whiskey come and take my pain.

No, my heart needs my brain.

Oh, whiskey.

Why think alone when you can drink it all in with ricochet's three whiskey happy hour?

Join your bartenders, Steve Hayward, John You, and the International Woman of Mystery, Lucretia.

Well, this life that I've been living ain't too easy on the soul.

Sometimes you got to give it and let that whiskey flow. Well, boy, I sure learned my lesson to try and do a podcast without real producers, didn't I?

I don't know.

John and I managed without you as a producer, just because we were a little crazy.

Well, yes, I preserve some of John's little one-liners there. Otherwise, I am in fact invoking me, as I put it in a substack note, what Star Trek did with their original pilot that NBC rejected because it was too cerebral.

And instead of junking it, they recut it and wrapped a whole new story around it.

So we're going to do that, listeners.

Okay, because we're too cerebral for you, Steve.

Is that what you're saying?

No, no, no.

Maybe you didn't see the note, but.

I did see the note.

I saw the undisciplined part, but I prefer to think that John and I were just a little

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