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Hey, good afternoon, Willie. How are you doing today? All right. We got a beefy. We got a beefy boy today. A lot of things. Oh, there's stuff going on. There's stuff going on. Hey, Caboos, how are you doing today? A lot of things popped off the second we went offline last week. Yeah. But before that,

have you, by any chance, heard about,

I don't imagine you would,

but there's been some things happening in Montreal culturally. Oh, yeah?

Yes. Someone has a risen that's being called Monsieur Nizepoul.

And that is your French firm, Mr. Pothole.

Yeah.

A pothole vigilante has taken it upon himself to do what needs doing out in these streets.

If that's the case, I would expect you to see some heavyset Italian or Russian guys back out in

the streets, redestroying his potholes.

So I'm looking out for Tony Soprano to see what he's up to.

You know, I can... Because that's their job, man. Yeah, yeah. That's their contracts. I strongly believe that a couple of, a couple of fucking Jersey Sopranos are going to be rolling up. But right now, what he's doing wisely is making himself highly publicized.

And, you know, there's a very clear, well, there's cameras on me. So whatever's going on here is going to be

documented. But basically, my understanding is what happened is like this, only goes so far it does it does but uh basically

the dude drove over a pothole and like destroyed the bottom of his car because it was one of those

insane like super deep ones that like yeah yeah yeah that actually scrapes the undercarriage like fuck

your suspension the as the car itself is just busted and your tires are shot.

And a couple other people in the area were like, yep, that one's a bad one.

And he went, fuck this.

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