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I'm the fucking talent.

Hey, what's happening in Mike Schmidt's 40-year-old boy podcast?

Seems strange to have a glib intro.

I'm not going to lie to you.

It seems strange to be glib at all in these circumstances.

First of all, if you don't remember me, hi, I'm Mike.

I have a podcast.

It's called the 40-year-old boy.

You're soaking in it right now, as a matter of fact.

You've got your fist all the way up in it. You know what you did?

You lubed up your fist with a ton of fucking Crisco and you just went right into my old

palm olive hole.

That's where I like to have you, right?

You're soaking in it right now, as a matter of fact.

You know, it's funny, because I don't know in my brain, I'm like, what mood are you going to strike here?

And I, and that it doesn't mean, I don't do that. I'm not a mood striker. I'm a talker.

But at the same time, it seems ridiculous to just unleash the bees regarding this show. I mean,

it's been a while, clearly, this is the longest delay we've ever had in the history of the 40-year-old boy podcast. I'm sorry.

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