Yo, we're here. Hey, we're queer. We're doing it. We're back. We got no beer,

Jew. We got no Sally. It's bare bones. Just and fresh bones. Yeah. Fresh meat.

You're in turn right here. Yeah. 20-year-old West Virginia, a Jersey native, West

Virginia college kid. Yeah. We're all hard. Thanks for making it. Looks great. Yeah. But

yeah. Boy, we're both road hard. Put away. You look more ethnic than you've ever looked.

You go in full. You look like you've been captured in the Middle East. It's been water-borted.

I'm solving mysteries in Hawaii. I've been gone for a for a while, man. Yeah.

Same. I've been up, down, left, right. I'm doing Massachusetts. Then going Idaho.

And I went to see the Washington State. Then down to Tennessee. Where were you? I did

Chica P. Mass. Not bragging. Chica P. There's a new room called the loft comedy club.

It's run by the Rhode Island guys. The comedy connection. Gotcha. Yeah. They're good.

I like that club. Good guy. It's like a crazy club in the middle of this field.

I mean, it felt like Roadhouse. It felt like I was being like I was in a like a town hall meeting.

Yeah. Packed to the gills, low ceiling, like bugs. You know, you know, one of those shows

where you're doing this shit with the Nance. Oh, God. Crazy. But cool room. Great club. Check it out.

If you live near Chica P or Springfield, Mass, a lot of fentanyl. And then a lot of fentanyl everywhere.

Yeah. Yeah. I went to the main room in this building. There was people doing fentanyl. It's

fucking everywhere. It's everywhere. It's like ozembek. Yeah. So then I, it's one of those

town, no airport, no Amtrak. So I had to get up early. I got the one Uber in town. Wow.

You know, you got to get the one guy. Yeah. I got off the Amtrak. I got Bob. And then when I went

to the airport two days later, I got Bob. Oh, hell yeah. Yeah. You got to be nice to him. Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Really? This dude. I turned the chit chat on. Yeah. So Bob brought me to the

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