Brandish the Baron dance marshmallow your dreary teeness

Welcome to the Blind By Podcast, what's the crack? If you're a new listener, if you're brand new

lovely delicious listener, then go back to an earlier episode, go back to one or on the start.

They're not sequential, I just want you to take a little swim,

once you take a little swim in the shallows, get your toes wet before you go right into the

deep end and start listening from here. It's foolish to start listening from here anyway.

This episode is for seasoned dreary teeness. You need to start off as a sweaty Kevin before

you can graduate to the position of dreary teeness. It's like Scientology. But for the dreary teeness

who are listening right now, this week's podcast is a heart take podcast, but it's so hot,

it's molten lava weeping from the devil's rectum. Hot, okay. It's bizarre. And the take is so

hot that I'm going to make the decision. The decision is sometimes when you're telling a story,

you'll begin with the ending. Okay. The story begins with a parasite that causes snails to

master bed uncontrollably. And the story ends with me taking ecstasy, live on Irish radio.

And in the middle of all that, I think I can give you an a new understanding or definition of what

God is. Okay. Last Friday I embarked on some socially distanced pints, which were fantastic.

All right. I went to my body was down to do some writing with me. We went to two pubs,

did it in a very ethically responsible fashion, sat down, pints were delivered to us,

full mask compliance, washing the hands, not touching our face, doing everything, you know,

being mindful of my distanced other human beings, I had a successful night of pints and got nice

and merry and had fun and conversation and human interaction while maintaining complete safety

within health guidelines, which I was very pleased at myself because that becomes difficult

once drink is on board. But I think I have the shit started. And to be honest, that all comes down to

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