So this is the splattering gore department.

Welcome to another edition of pathology perversions.

It's been a really long time, and I am glad to be back. Do you remember what the last one we did was? No, I have no idea. I have no idea. I know, do I. So this one... And everybody's here, by the way. Oh, everyone's here with me, with me. Because we're in the studio. Yeah, Jessup and John and Ben and Melilla. Hi, everybody. Hello. Yeah. We're all here. We're all here. So I call this one,

cannibalism, a cautionary tale. Are there any that aren't cautionary tales? Like, they should be encouraged? I mean, cannibalism probably should never be encouraged. Yeah, which ones ended me at Lone Star? Do their brains get killed in this one? Yeah, brain damage, maybe. I just want the ones that end with me at Texas Roadhouse. Here's the thing. If you're on an airplane. With my dad, because my dad loves Texas Roadhouse. Get me a Texas Roadhouse gift card, Berg. Because that's my nickname, Berg. I want one of them Texas tunions. If you, what's a tunion?

Sounds like, it's a fried onion. It's a part of the, yeah.

Oh, like a blooming onion.

Yes, that's right.

But that's the outback.

They can't call it that.

They can't call it that.

Did I say that part of the asshole? Actually, it's a chili version. Did I ever say that on a podcast

that my dad used to call me Berg?

Yes.

Yeah, you did.

Spread my...

Thanks, Wobbad, Jesse.

Spread my tonion.

What?

What?

To my dad?

I do want to say that

there may be something kid? Yeah, you did. Spread my... Thanks, wombat, Jesse. Spread my tongue.

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