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The So Kevin, what time do you think of this right now?

Oh, man.

What time does my brain think it is?

What time does your brain and what time does your body?

Okay, well, I woke up at 6 a.m. today because...

You already fucked up.

Yeah, I already fucked up.

And I didn't intend to wake up then.

I tended to wake up at the much more reasonable hour of eight.

Yes, a good hour.

My mother possesses a dog.

And that dog has allergies, which caused the dog to want to destroy its own face.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

When the dog does this, the dog starts screaming, like a little bit at first, but then

full on someone is destroying my face, and I can't pinpoint who, but

like a fox screaming?

Like a, like a, just a high-pitched wine that like rears back into like a scream, like a, like a woman or child scream.

Cool. Also, when you say like trying to destroy his own face,

I don't know why I'm picturing like the way Jim Carrey was trying to rip off the mask.

Yeah, that's how I imagine.

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