You never know. There's no guarantees in life.

Except for me getting my fucking little bully sucked.

And, uh, good after that to the bank.

Good afternoon. I got something you can take to the bank right here.

It's called my pink, pink wasps.

Yeah. Okay. I'm the teller.

Oh, sorry. We don't take microscopic deposits.

Yeah. I got it. So they take big dicks at the bank?

You do. This bank, yeah.

At this bank, at this particular bank, they do.

Interesting. I got a deposit you can take right here.

Pals. Called my, my ass.

Yeah. Well, we'll take that actually.

And we use it as the vault because it can hold hundreds of millions.

That way, uh, you could buy because you dreams and, uh,

and get you decarabable. Would you?

Would you? Good. No, breeze down for the episode.

All right. I'll send that to the chat.

Share. Is that that to the advertisers? I would like my $1 million.

We couldn't in theory open the show with ads, right?

Uh, yeah, but there, then people just skip them.

People understand the genius of this show. It's definitely genius.

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