It is called the silent killer because it is colorless, odorless, tasteless, and non-irritating.

Literally none of those things have to do with noise.

Right, that's why I don't get about the silent killer name.

It would be a lot easier if carbon monoxide were colorless, odorless,

tasteless, and not-your-titting killer. Like, you hear that? Is that carbon monoxide? All right,

let's go outside. And then, even then I wouldn't know what to do. I'd be like, hey,

there's carbon monoxide in there. My guitars and shit are in there. Are they going to be okay?

Brach! Hit it, boys! Oh boy, but do I have egg on my face.

Why?

I just walked all around the grocery store, freaking out, looking for one product.

I was like, I just got this the other day.

Where is it?

I know you carry this product.

I almost did a, can you go look in the back? I hadn't gotten that product from that grocery store. I got it from a different place. I had gotten it from Target. That's not a grocery store, I would say. It has groceries, but not a grocery store. That's why I was freaking out. I was like, there's no way. This is where I get my groceries. This is where I got this item. Where else could I have gotten it? They don't have this item

at other places. And I was like, ooh, what's this mystery product? Oh, you're looking at it, kiddo.

Oh, hell yeah. Hell yeah, brother. You've been all about those this week. Like, posting on

Instagram, tweeting about it.

Oh, yeah.

Just making sweet, sweet love to the old retro butt heavy cans.

I was wondering how long we could go without saying what we're actually talking about.

Because we inadvertently did go maybe 35 seconds saying like, yeah, that's what you were dead.

I think if we went like another 15 seconds, people would have been like fucking furious,

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