Correst the dead velvet chest at George Best, you sweaty brandess. Welcome to the Blind

by Podcast. You were spiked right in last week, with two podcasts. I was quite happy

with that one about the last of us, even though I was sock and carpeted float, even when

mother rang me up and said she enjoyed that podcast. She's in her 80s. She doesn't know

what a video game is, or how to use streaming services. She vaguely remembers Super Mario

from my childhood. When I was seven years of age, I had an undescended testicle, which

required surgery. I don't know if they still do this, but when I was a child in school,

just all of a sudden, every buy in the class is taken out of the class. And you're made

to go into our room with a nurse, into an empty classroom, and a nurse is just sitting

there in a desk where the teacher is supposed to sit. A no adult explains what's happening.

No one explains what's happening. You just know that something strange, no, and very serious

is occurring, and all the boys got to go to this classroom. And they don't bring in one

by one. They bring it in in groups, in groups of about four or five. And you have to turn

your back, while one of your friends is told to approach the nurse, and then something happens

behind your back, but you're not allowed to see what it is, but you know that whatever

is happening behind your back, you're next. I realize now, they really went about this

terribly. They really went about this quite badly. What was happening is the nurse comes

to the school to check if all of the boys' testicles have descended on us. They don't

tell you this instead to do it as a surprise, because it's probably too awkward for the adults

to explain to a group of seven-year-olds. So you're brought after this classroom. What

about four or five other boys? And you have to stare at the wall, while they take one

of your friends and do something behind you. And what they're actually doing is, the

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