Okay, metal cars, wooden cars, which one is driven by a complete moron?

You might find out, and I don't know about that with Jim Jeffries, the answer is metal cars.

I'm not driven by morons. Oh, you said which one is? Yeah, I know. I'm a moron.

No, that if they're listening to the podcast regularly. Yeah, how is your wooden

car, Louise? How's it going? Uh, the passenger side window doesn't go up and right down

he friends.

The wooden windows? Uh, no, no. Also, your license plate is like completely off.

Fuck again. I keep straight. Every time I drive it, I straighten it out, but each

pothole, each pothole, it's good. It's because when he gets to the IDI, it goes into the

future. It's just that they're spinning around. I actually did put a fuzzy dice on it

today. So that's Mexican, that's Mexican fantastical.

Fuzzy dice.

What is the fuzzy dice? There was the fuzzy dice revolution for a while, and then

it went to revolution. I was a renaissance. I'm older than a lot of you. I'm not

there for us, but there was a time where fuzzy dice was the ultra bit of fashion. And

then there was the little tiny boxing gloves. Remember the little tiny boxing gloves?

And nothing else has really had it on. No, no, no, there was the covered drain catches,

the crown air freshener. Remember that? Never was I hanging from the revision mirror.

How did fluffy dice get the monopoly? Nothing else is really cool on this. You need two

of things. Otherwise, it bounces around too much. I reckon a couple of testicles would

be a bit of fun. Well, there's truck nuts. There are the back, though. Somewhere where

you can look at them and enjoy them. Well, if you get a camera and you put it underneath

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