Hi, my name is Jack. My name is black. My name is Jack Black.

And I feel shitty about being cone of bronze rions.

Jesus. I didn't in fairness. I didn't read the whole sentence before I threw in.

No, no, no, you know what? You accidentally told the truth, didn't you?

You did.

Fall is here, here and now, back to school, ring the bell,

brand new shoes, walking loose, climb the fence, books and pens.

I can tell where do we are going to be friends.

I can tell where do we are going to be friends.

Hello, Conan O'Brien here. Welcome to Conan O'Brien, needs a friend.

So I'm saying my desperate ploy to use the podcasting medium to make a few pals.

It's actually working, having a lot of fun talking with a lot of really terrific people.

And enjoying the company of my good amigos, so-and-a-mocesion, my assistant.

Hello. Hi. And Matt Gourley. Hi.

Producer, I suppose. And what?

No, just, well, whatever. I like a safety word in there, just in case.

I don't quite know what it is here up to with this podcast.

But I gotta say my mind's a little blown because today, for reasons I don't understand,

I've been seated on the opposite side of the table.

Now, to anyone listening if you're in your car or you're making love,

you think people listen to you when they're making love.

I assume I think that this podcast is sort of like a Barry White album.

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