I think that the holidays feel like frozen noses. I love walking with the dog for long periods of time.

Hopefully it's snowing and you've got to wrap up warm. So I think a frozen nose is a sweaty armpit

because your wrapped up so warm but then you're climbing hamps and heath and you get to the top

and you're like, and then you can see the breath but then your nose is still freezing to touch.

Join in every sip with red carp snown back at Starbucks.

What the hell?

You're kidding me! I'm a real idiot!

But look at this! You're kidding me!

Celebrate Italy not qualifying for the football with spicy Italian flavors.

The ultimate spicy sausage. Topped with endoja, a sausage more fiery than a disappointed Italian fan.

Don't be no pooo! Subject to availability.

The sharp tang. No jumper.

Sharpest, coolest podcast in the world.

And today I got to send God Himself. I got filthy rich in the motherf***er building mate.

Talk to me mate. We've got to get it out today mate. Hard to get you for these interviews mate.

I'm easy to contact.

What for your real ones anyway? For the real ones.

I can't say what in the heart for me to get you but it seemed like you're going to be bouncing around like that man.

You know, say my f***ing call me out.

Yeah, for sure. Say you're going to make a move for it.

For sure.

Tell me what it was like, love one for you.

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