Ramble.

Welcome to Curious with Josh Peck, start the show.

Welcome back to the Curious Podcast. My name is Josh Peck and I'm your host and your name is listener and that's what you do, you listen.

Thank you so much for listening. I just, let me be honest with you guys.

I'm gonna get vulnerable here, so fucking buckle up.

I feel so lucky to do this podcast for you.

I love podcasts. Yo, I'm listening to live in Diana Lay right now, Neil Strauss's podcast from brought to you by cadence 13, who's the company that brings you this podcast.

It's outstanding. The twists and the turns. Let me tell you the mystery, God. It's quite, it is an open, it's an open murder investigation that literally began like less than two months ago.

So it is hot off the press. I'm a big fan of Neil Strauss. Listen, I'll be honest, I really want him on the podcast.

I reached out on Instagram. He didn't respond. Maybe it doesn't read his DMs. Maybe I'm an asshole for even bringing this up.

So I'm gonna suck all that back, all that ego and just say, Neil, huge fan of your books, read them all.

Really big fan of your podcast. Big fan of you, all the things. What else do you do? Pottery?

Sure, I would fucking love that. What do you make mugs in your spare time? Anyway, if you ever want to come on the podcast, I'd love it. You know, feel free to email me.

Peck agent at Gmail. Just saying no pressure. You're a busy person making incredible things. And what are you going to go on this pod? Talk to me.

You got better things to do.

Yeah, I love podcasts. Man, what's wrong with me so much? Oh, today is April Fool's Day. I record this the day before the podcast dropping.

I think it's really stupid. And I think you're stupid. If you make April Fool's jokes, just read Tom Brady wrote this tweet. Like, hey, I'm retiring.

And in my spare time, I'll be tweeting. It's like Tommy. I'm going to talk to Tom Brady right now as if I was if I was from Dorchester, Massachusetts in a die hard life long Patriots man.

Tommy, what are you doing, Tommy? God, listen, you know, we fucking love you, Tom. You're the best there ever was. And there's ever got to be. You would deliver a fucking pig skin to Rob Gronkowski's hands like it was FedEx. Next day delivery. Nobody did what you did. But these tweets, Tommy, you don't need this. All right. Put your feet up. Get a massage. Hang out with your cell.

And you rest a little bit before the season's going to begin any second. Sure, we're like four months out, but nevertheless, Tommy, just take a relax a little bit. Walk away from the social media. I know you wanted to make a joke. And I'm sure I'm sure it was hilarious in your head. But for us, the fans, we don't need that.

We don't need to worry that you're you're going to leave us and then be reminded that it's some weird fucking made up holiday of people who feel the need to make jokes. It's not a real holiday, Tommy.

What was that? I don't know. I just felt like doing an accent. Love you, Tom Brady. I really look up to you. You're a masterful athlete. Just human. You're so handsome. I think I've ran to the about Tom Brady before. I just I would just love to know what it feels like in his skin. Like I'd like to wear his skin for many days. I don't think that's weird.

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