This is Jonahill and you're listening to the only podcast that matters.

Throwgang, we are joined by calm Simmons because he's JK,

launch last man and myself, the planetary poppy James Harris,

welcome to the weekly running of the boys with today's full episode,

using microphones at fucking stink. They smell so bad.

All full episode only available on patreon.com slash throwing fits.

Before we get into beefing with everyone under the sun,

explaining why the microphones smell like a like Larry's ash tray.

The illusions are grandeur at the Lil Yadu listening party and the ideal sex time,

it's good to a fit check.

This one you smell like, this one is what it smells like to smooth you.

You got your clothes dry cleaned from the Claire cave.

Yeah, I had to. Where are you wearing?

Well, you wore the new Connor McKnight knit, you dumbass.

Yeah, yeah, fuck.

I was like debating if I should because okay, I guess spoiler in front of the pay

while we potted with our new boy, Andrew Brooks, Mr. Claire.

Titan, pain, pain.

And yeah, because he runs out of office, he's like, I'm a fucking,

I'm a smoke weed throughout this.

You guys can drink beers. We can smoke sigs inside.

It's blasting dark, but we close the door and the window to keep like this ideal sound.

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