We are allowing the media to not just form our minds but we are finding our identity through

likes and follows and shares and retweets. And there's a danger there, obviously, because we've

been created in the image of Gotti Mago Day. And if we fill our time, our eight hours with

godlessness, within godlessness is going to come out. It's kind of like the idea of two dogs

are in a fight. Whatever dog you feed the most, that one's going to win, as the old saying goes.

To be clear, dog fighting is still legal in America and mark is no way she'd perform

endorsing the act. I'm not a dog fan. Thank you for that. I'm just going to let you know.

I just didn't want it to give much emails.

Okay, guys, I want you to guess what this sound is. Listen.

That's huge. I hear it. I don't hear it.

You think we would recognize your voice. I've been working with you for almost a whole

of years. It's just nuts. Got like this weird high pitched.

Listen. What's that sound? You wiping out on the slope?

No, along with the sound. I mean, that's skiing. You're totally skiing, yeah.

Along with the sound of Mark breathing while sleeping through his garage sale bot dentures.

Garage sale bot dentures. Yes, I told you not to tell anybody that. You put it on the air.

Mark, you actually guessed it, but it was skiing. What was the hip movement that gave it away?

You're all psychological movies. You guessed it, but you didn't guess the specific

element of what that was. That was me spraying Oscar with my snow dust after he fell

in man on the slopes in man. It's weird. I remember falling. Were you ashamed?

Were you ashamed, Oscar, of how I destroyed you on the slopes?

I, the last thing I remember from the first day was the sound of sh, and then immediately

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