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Hello, and welcome to yet another episode of The Lines Led by Donkey's Podcast. I am Joe,

and with me, as more frequently, always now, Liam. Hey, what's up, buddy?

Oh, not too much, dude. It's 95 degrees in Philly. I'm recording this shirtless.

The AC in our house physically can't lower the temperature. I've got fan wine in my

fucking ear from our home server. I've got a monster energy ultra-water melon, which is

absolutely fucking disgusting tasting. I like the zero-sugar monsters, but this thing is

like candy. I can't complain too much about the heat here. Obviously, I'm missing this

heat dome or whatever that everybody is living through right now. I think I can look out of

the Pacific Northwest, not thinking that before we started. Yeah, my house is going to,

like the house that I used to live in is absolutely going to burn to the ground.

Like one of the weird parts about Hawaii. Yeah, one of the weird parts about Hawaii is it like,

it never gets super hot. It'll bridge the 90s occasionally, but it also never gets cold,

so you're looking at like a 15-degree north or south movement, which can be weird,

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