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 comments are fortunate.

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

to God's place.

Top of the morning to you, Saloncha, whatever greeting you like on St. Paddy's Day, that's

when we're recording this.

We're St. Paddy's Day in which you talk Kansas right now.

In the back room of the Humidor East, the coolest little cigar little smoke shop you could

ever hope to happen across.

Ever to stumble into, ever to stumble into, I mean, we're talking about professional

stumbles.

Don't even have that many opportunities of stumbling into a place that's stumbling.

The best stumbles in the world, wish that they could stumble across the Humidor East

in which it's all Kansas, but they can't, you know what, but we did and we just did

it by accident because you know what, if you get high enough and you just walk around,

have a few cops, couple shots of Jamo.

Yes.

So we're in the back room right now with Patrick, who's a regular here, Corey, who's a regular

here and Camel, the shop owner who's treated us.

You're not the owner?

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