I really like to lock down a solid definition before I really start getting into, I'm sorry,

blue, does your mug just say spy?

Yeah, I got out at the International Spy Museum. God damn it. Okay. That's the thing that spies do is they put the word for what they are on everything they own. I think they should. The world would be a more whimsical place if that were true. It throws off suspicion because otherwise it's way too fucking obvious. What a spy drink from a mug that says spy?

I think not.

Is joke, obvious? place if that were true. It throws off suspicion because otherwise it's way too fucking obvious. What a spy drink from a mug that says spy? I think not.

It's joke, obviously. Why would I do this, comrade? I mean, a friend.

I've absolutely thrown myself off my groove. Holy shit. Some pink panther-ass logic you got there, boy. Hello and welcome.

Hello and welcome to the year's first regular normal episode of the overly sarcastic podcast. I am blue and I'm joined by Red.

We've gone like three weeks without recording one of these normally. We record them every

two weeks. I've missed this. I've missed you guys. We hang out and talk a lot. And still, though, the regularity of the pod has been absent from my life. It's been like, what, three full weeks out instead of the usual one-on, one off? It's impossible. It's agony. It's terrible. I almost forgot the muscle memory for how to open the studio.

I don't form habits. My muscle memory leaves if I don't pay attention to it. We were in real danger.

It gets to like, you know, 2.30, 250 p.m. on a Monday when we usually recorded three. And I'm like, I should be doing something right now. This is wrong.

I should be talking to

my friends, touching grass. And my drink order is cold brew with vanilla foam on top again.

It's nothing too crazy, but, you know, why break from tradition when we're only just getting back

in the saddle as it is. Yeah. My drink order is a pretty normal black tea, but as a fun little kutramon to the black tea,

Sion and I have gone to the Russian tea room in New York on a couple of occasions.

Super, super fun, really, like, pretty cool.

All the people who like the ballet company that like fled the communist revolution in 1917,

it's like, hi, we're here because ballet is cool.

We have no political affiliation whatsoever. Please don't kill hi, we're here because ballet is cool. We have no political affiliation

whatsoever. Please don't kill us for being like, because ballet was a very like, you know,

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