The

The Hey everyone.

It's been a while since I did one of these where it's just me and you

and you listen to me talk on my own, no interacting with the chat, no guest, and I thought we needed a break from all this because it's just been too much lately.

And sometimes you need a good laugh.

Sometimes you need to shake your head and be like, what the hell?

And have it not be completely depressing.

So over the holidays, I received a letter in the mail,

and I didn't get around to reading it because I put it aside and I forgot it was there.

You ever put something in like Plain's site that just becomes like the environment?

And then all of a sudden you're like, wait a minute, what is that?

Oh, oh.

And so someone sent me an analog super chat.

That is they sent something to my PO box with either cash or a check or

money order in it. And the person said, who sent this, I have an important anecdote to share

with you and your listeners if you choose. It's a cautionary tale and you normie at your peril.

This is a true recounting of real events. I choose to believe him that this is a true recounting of real events,

but after I read this, you may choose not to believe that. So this is the way it starts out.

Prior to last Christmas, I received on my phone not one but four delivery failure notices

in regards to a present I had bought online for me and my well-loved second-generation Ford Ranger.

My honey is a stepside 3.3-liter manual, but with a 4x4 drive train, skid plate, etc.

A great blend of off-road capability and decent mileage.

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