Welcome back to the basement yard. It is Monday, October 17th and I have a guest. A new guest,

poppin' his cherry right now. I hate that term, it's gross. But Johnny Petrop is here.

One of my good friends. One of my old good friends.

I am here. I'm not that old.

I'm at old, like we used to hang out all the fucking time, like four years ago.

I may not have here, but I am not old.

But I am not.

My rapper friend, who used to appear in my first ever videos, before I started making like,

I don't know what the fuck they're called, like these rant videos on YouTube. I used to just

have a camera and I would just film random shit. Like it was like a camcorder.

And I remember the day before I filmed my first ever video on YouTube, like one of the rant

ones, I was like, I went to your house because I was like, yo, I need a haircut. And it was like

late at night and like, I knew I was gonna shoot a video the next day and my hair looked like shit.

It was terrible. So I was like, I have clippers.

Yeah, and I helped with that.

Right, right, right. So I'm clippers of like, I'm gonna go, Johnny, what's up?

It looked from shit to dog shit.

Right, right. It looked like human shit to like straight up.

Yeah, just like less shit. It's like, you know, it was shitty. But whatever didn't like, didn't

no shape up nothing. He just buzzed my head. My hairline looked like a heartbeat. Like,

it was so funny though. But I think that video is still on YouTube. I'm not sure. But I'm like

my old channel. And it was called like homemade haircut, homemade haircut, homemade haircut.

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