Hey, now San Auburn.

Chicago seemed tired last night.

They had cigarettes where they're supposed to be eyes.

Hey, where you're Paula Yates?

All the iris seemed wired last night. Hey's happening my schmidt last night at schmidt's

podcast sort of more of an announcement of the podcast today i think as you can probably tell

as i'm talking to and you can probably see the running time although as i say this i have no

idea what the running time's going to be.

Who knows what this is going to turn out to be?

Maybe this goes forever.

If it does, then we'll be a yay.

But if it doesn't, I'll say that's exactly what I thought was going to fucking happen.

But, you know, I will tell you this.

You know, again, last night of Schmidt's, it's a daily show. show and I'll tell you is I'm not doing Saturdays and Sundays I it doesn't make any sense to do a Saturday Sunday podcast uh because you guys are very busy everybody's out mowing lawns everybody's

getting their seed catalogs they're planting gardens it's spring everybody's very happy with their

lives they're out in the sun basking in it although I guess it's snowing in the Midwest again what

the fuck man you know what it's about time we said something to Jesus.

He runs the weather, right? He runs the fucking weather machine unless he panned it off to one of

his fucking idiots. Who's that, Paul? Probably Paul. They're all named Paul, aren't they? There's

Peter and Paul and Judas and Huey, Dewey and Louis. I remember them clearly clearly. Uh, uh, one of them is in charge of the weather,

but we gotta fucking talk to them about just getting everything squared away at

certain times because everything's falling apart,

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