Childish, oh shit, last time I checked I was still a kid. Childish, childish, childish, this all freaks me out a bit.

Childish, oh shit, how can I parent when I'm still a kid? Childish, oh shit. Who the hell decided I was ready for this? Well, folks, it's been a childish, oh shit.

Who the hell decided I was ready to this?

Well, folks, it's been a weird week, but that doesn't stop the childish train from rolling into town.

This train is like an Amtrak crossed with an F1 car. It is, and it's an amtrak that it has that second

story that's all glass where you get a really good view and you get a really good understanding of

everything mm-hmm yeah um there's been countless folk songs written about us.

Yep.

There's been, uh, you know what I always wanted at some point in my life?

You know, there's certain things that you want to do in your life.

Yeah. You know, maybe jump out of a plane.

Right.

Have anal sex.

Well, yeah.

Any update on that? Nope. Okay. I'm not even, I'm not even feeling more inclined, like, at all. And then I was thinking, you know, at this point, everyone in my life and me included were all on antidepressants. And what if my lack of interest in backdoor action

is because of Lexapro? I doubt it. But what if that, what if it is? Welcome to Childish.

If you're going to take a pill for it, I would say Xanax because it relaxes you. Yeah. Or it's

like a straight up muscle relaxer. Yeah. I would like at some point in my life to go into the restaurant car of a train and take somebody

in a game of poker.

Ooh, yes.

Maybe I'm wearing a Navy uniform.

Mm-hmm.

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