Hi and welcome once again to History Dweaves. I am Tim. Welcome to the podcast where we take a lighthearted look at the dark side of history. The title of our podcast today is Crash Landing, the death of lawn chair Larry, Brandy.

Excellent. Are you excited about this topic? So excited. Do not tell me what an aviator is. Well, that was Larry Brandy. Excellent. Are you excited about this topic?

So excited.

Do not tell me what an aviator is.

Well, that was nice brandy time.

No, we haven't got the brandy time yet because I haven't introduced her, but I will say this is about a would-be aviator.

Yes.

Who wanted to fly and eventually he achieved his dreams in an unorthodox manner, Brandy.

I'm so excited.

Yes.

Let me introduce, before we get started, though, let me remind everyone, we are a adult comedy podcast.

We use adult language, so if you're offended by...

Go fuck yourself. If you're offended by go fuck yourself if you're offended by

adult language there we go no no they're already gone to me we don't have to tell me you're not

they just they just slammed the podcast shut he cares they just slammed their computer down ran out of the

room with the hair off fire and i was mentioning to my co-host here before we, I see what they've been doing. They get me angry before we start the podcast. You're always angry, Timmy. And then I come off like an asshole, but what you folks don't hear is what happens before the podcast. Brandy's late. What? Chuck's running around at anything. You're late. No, Chuck's running around. Not late. Hold on. Hold on. This is that what happened before the show. Where's Chuck? Where's Chuck? I come walking in. Because you just sent me down to my office to print out the goddamn script. I come in here and say, here's a script. Brandy says, I already printed off the script. And he's like, we were wondering where you were at. Well, I was down my office printing out the goddamn script. Who researched that script? Who wrote that script? I don't know. Whoever writes his shit? Oh, and ask you who is the fucking print. I suppose. I don't know. That's not true.

Biggest bitch on this show. I swear. What the fuck's wrong with you? You ain't had lunch today, have you? No, I haven't. You know, you need a snickers bar, Timmy. But they get me upset before we go on in the air, and then when we go on the air, I jump on it, And then it makes me like I'm the asshole.

Where you guys are really the asshole. You kind of are the asshole.

You kind of'm the asshole.

You kind of are the asshole.

You kind of are the asshole.

You remember him sitting in your office like the godfather yesterday, like petting his little cat going...

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