So, a little story about St. Louis.

Well, two stories about St. Louis.

Number one is the first time and only time I went there.

A friend of mine, the drummer for our band, who has, of my old band, when I was a teenager, had a habit of making strange decisions sometimes and we've

been a three-month tour.

I knew you were going to tell this story.

Yeah.

Well, I've got two here.

This one's very quick, though.

And we roll up the St. Louis and there is a issue in the van where the guitarist of one band,

this guy, Josh, he does not want to view the arch, whereas the rest of us, you know, having

arrived six hours before our show, we're like, well, we should go see the arch, right?

It's the arch. It's like the Golden Gate Bridge of St. Louis.

We eventually settle on the arch. We get there. We are outside looking at the arch, realizing that

maybe there wasn't really a good reason for us to come there. And I turn over and Sean the drummer is just

pissing all over it and, leads me into what the second thing here is that we went right after that and got a pizza, which, uh, none of us, I think there was seven of us, we couldn't finish altogether. It was the biggest pizza I've ever seen. What? Yeah. There's a pizza place in St. Louis, whose name I can't remember, but I'm sure people can look it up,

that has a pizza that if two people can eat it, you get 500 bucks.

Wait, how big is it?

Let me look at, I'm Googling right now, big pizza St. Louis.

I could eat it. Pointer's pizza.

Let me see how big this fucking pizza is.

$500 or work. Click it on there.

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