Welcome to Stu Piotty, home of the greatest media mind ever to walk the planet.

I tell you what man, he's a literal paitin across the entire media landscape.

Okay, so here's a deal, he's a true icon, in every sense the word.

He's loved and feared, more than any being the greatest planet.

They stood guard, they're a man with a voice that sounds like bearer, whiter, be got say, hey, let's do it baby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

God himself would pay $39.99 for a cameo.

Fact of the matter is, you are embarked to embark on a transcendent experience

that can only be described as psychological nudity.

This is Stu Gocks, and this is Stu Piotty.

Here we go, Jim.

So we're still here.

It's the next morning.

We're still waiting for Devon.

We've been up all night.

We're exhausted, we're tired.

But we have an obligation to our audience to deliver

at all costs.

Even if it costs both of us our lives to deliver you an episode of stupidity

with a guy who finally wrote a book about what it means to be a miserable

met's fan.

This is our obligation.

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