It is the working class bow-hunter podcast. I believe it's episode 524.

Is that sound right there? Question mark behind that, but I think you're right.

Yeah, Doug. How are you? How are you, Doug?

I'm good. You look great. Still married? Not married.

Okay, just check it. By a ring yet? No.

Any more brain busters? Any more brain busters. Hey, I got something I wanted to throw out on here.

So maybe this is petty of me. Just a kick off this episode, right? Yep.

So recently, I'm just kind of went right in for the bullshit before we get to the business.

I thought this would be kind of fun to do. Recently, it's like the debacle in the working class bow-hunter

group with me lately. My family about got ran over by a garbage truck the other morning on my

county road. Came over the hill, hauling the fucking mail, and I hear my wife honking and like

swirved off the road, like almost clobbered my wife, my 10-month-old, my three-year-old, like close.

To the point where, and I'm pretty chill dude nowadays, and never used to be, but I am now,

I was like to my boiling point, like, about ready to either go out and get the garbage guy and

pull him out and just have a great conversation with him, or call the disposal company and let him

know what's up. So I opted to stay out of jail and called the disposal company. Well,

they recently were basically blamed us for it. I've come to find out their boys or their drivers.

So I thought it'd be funny if the working class bow-hunter family wants to be a part of an inside joke.

I'm like, how could I harmlessly get back at this disposal company? I'm gonna put their

fucking phone number out there, and if anybody wants to call them and say they saw their fucking driver

hit their neighbor's dog, fucking run somebody up the road, hit an old lady crossing the street

on her walker. You know, you do you. I'm just driving like an asshole. Driving like an asshole.

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