Some day, some day my dream will come.

One night you'll wake up and discover it never happened.

It'll turn around on you.

It never will.

Suddenly you were old.

Didn't happen and never will because you were never going to do it anyway.

You'll push it into memory and then zone out your barco lounger being hypnotized by

daytime TV for the rest of your life.

Don't you talk to me about murder or whatever took was a down payment on Lincoln talent

car.

That girl, you can't even call that girl.

So what the fuck are you still doing hosting a podcast?

What if Vincent came here and he made us assassinate people through the radio?

This is my new game and I feel like it's become very fertile is just really working further

language of podcasting.

Not just using the word institute.

So that has some meaning.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's good.

Because I feel like Vincent's going to come in at some point to our show.

For you on the window.

Yes, yes, throw me out a window, which will take very little force.

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