Oh damn. I think it's the animal. It's drying my bloody mouth out. And I've got really nice cups, but they're like small. And they're really nice. They're better than just drinking out of like frat house cups. They're all rainbowy like my cup, but small. These carry two cups around.

Anyway, that's just something. Just lick my ass, boy, because you know what I like.

I want to see you doing tricks on a shiny blue back.

I want to see you riding dirty up and down the street.

So cover me in orange juice and sausage meat. So a lot of people ask me, Jim, how do you get your hands so soft? And I say,

you sweet, childish, idiot. It's fairy washing up, liquid.

Hmm.

Basically, I like to make up songs and I usually forget them.

I will sing all the time usually about, like, doing things with bums and poo and

and everything, because as you can tell, I find that amusing.

Sometimes I write them for Jonathan Holmes, but a lot of times I can't remember the tunes.

I mean, there is one that, uh, yeah, come with me, yes, come with me, take my hands and you'll

be free.

This is for Jonathan.

Come into the forest climate tree.

What do you see?

I hope you see my grandpa shitting in the forest again.

And then there's one about a funeral we held for a friend, but the friend was still alive,

and then we invited the friend and pretended we couldn't hear the friend. That's the longest one

I've actually written words for. I forget most of them. Sometimes you start this show, Jim,

and I just, I find myself in awe.

Sometimes you'll do a start to this show, and I'm like, I just have to sit in silence and just

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