Intellectual decay.

Turn it off, and watch of you please.

Say you love.

Say, sir! All right, guys, we're here to say our goodbyes for the podcast.

I feel like the dad that has to sit the kids down.

And tell them their dog went to the farm.

No, no.

I hate Joe, you want my life.

Two Christmases.

Two Christmases.

No, I feel like the dad.

Where's Wolfie? He has to sit the kids down and tell him that he's divorcing the model because he's going to be marrying his 20-year-old secretary. But where we shoot him curry again? Who is from Christmas rules? So for whatever reason, this is the first episode you decided to listen to. Bad choice. Start at the end. Just stop. Just stop.

And then this will be a real surprise for you later.

Yeah, I think I'll just start us off here and say a couple of things.

So if you follow us on Instagram and if you're a Patreon member, you probably already know that I broke the news to you.

Rather abruptly about the

podcast coming to an end um step wasn't privy to this uh nobody really was um it was kind of like

a spur of the moment thing of me just admitting to myself that I've had enough of doing this.

And it just kind of happened and just snowballed and unraveled fairly quickly.

But I've been feeling pretty overwhelmed for the last couple years doing the podcast.

The last two years with Steph and I really working on our house, working our daytime jobs. It has just become a lot for me

to fit in room to edit the podcast and still be able to spend quality time with my wife. And now

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