Let me have your attention for a moment. So you're listening to what? You say you're listening to guys on a college podcast, some soy boys who laugh at their own jokes, you're bitching about the length of their six-hour show. Some son of a bitch wrote in, you think their letters of fucking work,

you're talking about some broad you're trying to roll up from behind and so forth.

Let's talk about something important.

Are they all listening? Well, I'm going anyway.

Let's talk about something important. Put the hopper down. The hopper is for patrons only. Do you think I'm fucking with you? I'm not

fucking with you. I'm here from the dump in Halifax. I'm here for Jack and J.P and I'm here on

a mission of fucking mercy because the good news is you're fired get the fuck out of

Vince's office the bad news is you've got all you've got all you got just one week to get your heat

back and get back in the good graces of the co-chairs and the solar system

starting now.

Starting with this episode of the fucking cast.

Oh, have I got your attention now?

Good. Because only one thing counts in this. now good.

Because only one thing counts in this life.

Patronize the cast that is the Laps' fan.

You hear me, you fucking fakers?

I don't care if it's Patreon, PayPal, Provostsling T's or taking advantage to the offers of the sponsors.

And don't give me that I'm broke shit either. A five-star review on iTunes or Spotify doesn't cost a fucking thing.

A B C A always be Barry C castsC-C-S, always Barry Casts.

Always-Barry Casts.

And where and how do you bury a cast? A-I-D-A-A-A-A-A-D-A-D-A-D-A. Get out there and give them your fucking money.

You got the co-chairman in your ass, you think they came in there to get out of the rain?

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