Welcome to Pablo Torrey finds out. I am Pablo Torrey and today we're going to find out what this sound is.

Probably you got interesting dancing skills.

You shut the fuck up.

I just said interest.

Whatever you're about to say next shut up right after this

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You're listening to Draft Kings Network. Twas the night before Christmas and all through these mansions. Not a creature was stirring, not even

David Sampson. But in the Metallarch Studio, where podcasts are

made, Pablo Torre is still up, even though it is late. He's not doing the things he usually does from his chair, talking

about Harvard and how he went there.

No, this time it's quiet. Across all podcast land,

there's no Katie, no Dominique, no Ma, or Dan.

So Pablo is worried.

That's why his huge calves are shaking.

How will he make content without resorting to hot taking?

You can see this by the way, including each little smirk, if you're watching on YouTube or the Draft Kings network.

For one look reveals that Pablo is existentially stuck

as he deeply furrows his brow and screams the word F F He knows times running out and he's got to get moving because if you're not making more

show then what are you even doing?

He looks for an answer. He even starts praying.

God, am I really this miserable like Larsa Pippin was saying?

Which reminds me one sec, just a quick break from this all.

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