There is something I know I'm going to bring up again that I've been talking about how bad my hearing is.

And I came to the realization yesterday morning.

I was sitting outside having breakfast with Jason.

And he's sitting there.

We're in these wicker chairs and he's eating and he's reading his little newspaper all civilized on his iPad.

And I've got my phone. I like the picture you're painting. Yes, you're so. and he is reading his little newspaper all civilized on his iPad.

And I've got my phone. I like the picture of painting.

Because you're so,

so dignified.

And I'm sitting around my phone fucking blasting garbage at my face.

And just squeak out a little toot.

She fired it. She farted.

This story is.

Twists and turns.

And I feel him staring at me and I look over, I was like, oh, is my phone too loud?

You're like, yeah.

You didn't hear me fart, though, right?

He's like, yeah, I did.

And he did like, he's a hear me fart, though, right? He's like, yeah, I did. And he did like, like he's a mockingbird, exact fucking staccato sound. I'm like, goddamn, I'm not getting away with farts in the grocery store because I didn't hear it. This is not good. This is not good. That's your point. You can't hear. That is fascinating. That's as, see, see because what i do is let's say i'm in a

public place like uh you know i don't take public transit here but when i used to and i had my headphones

on i would always pause whatever i was listening to whether it be song or podcast to make sure that

what i was doing was not loud enough to be heard by the human ear. Hold on. So you're going to have to fart. So pause on the disc man. Yes. And then fart. Yes. What does that accomplish? You either hear it or you don't. No, no, sometimes you can wield it. You know what I'm saying? Oh, you're muffling it.

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