When God sees fit, he summons up the great griffon and welcomes you to walk in the room.

I am upon thee.

Here's what I picture.

I picture a griffin flying out of the mountains. Mm-hmm. Mm. And he's soaring across a valley. Soaring. He's looking for prey. Yeah. And then over him... Mm-hmm. Flies an elephon. I'm sorry. Say it again, a telephone? Elephone? I don't know what that is.

It's an elephant with wings.

It's a flying elephant with talons.

No.

So he's flying over the griffin, and he spies the griffin, and he releases.

He releases an elephant shit that has never been seen before in this world.

And it hits the griffin.

And the griffin falls out of the sky screaming like a bitch and splashes into the water.

And the noises that that Griffin makes as it flies and is covered its mouth, is the same sound of walking the room.

Oh, Grifon!

Story podcast. So I go two weeks ago to West Palm Beach, Florida. Now, I know a lot of people have a lot of shit to say about Florida.

A lot of people don't.

The porn star Dana De Armand once said,

there are only three reasons you're in porn.

Your daddy touched you.

Your daddy didn't love you or you're from Florida.

Now...

That fucking awesome?

But I can I tell you something. I have, I met Laramie fucking Dean in Florida, who's one of my very best friends. Uh-huh. I, uh, I've had nothing but good times anytime I've been there. And West Palm Beach was no exception. There's a, there's a guy. And again, we're not going to, we don't talk about it. Lots of people that don't aren't on the walking the room page and blah, blah, blah, blah.

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