Hey Josh, my friend. Did you take an amazing camera with you to Switzerland?

No.

It's stupid. One job. One job.

It's true, Stephen. I yelled at my friend.

Were you passionate or yelling is the question.

Well, I was typing and so there was lots of misspellings, which means that it was angry.

I read every email and text from you in angry Jared voice.

There is no angry Jared.

I was upset.

F bomb. F bomb.

What the F F F F F.

Well, I did say you should have fucking taking your fucking camera, you fuck. It's probably

what I said. Let me, let me read what happened is my buddy is in Switzerland. He and his husband

are traveling. I don't know what you do in the Swiss Alps. It's probably like Brokeback

Mountain, but in the Swiss Alps legitimately, you know, because they're gay, but they don't drive a Subaru. He likes

Porsches and, oh, he has a Jaguar, some, some like 2015. Oh, he's boozy. Oh, Josh is

bougie. Josh is a boozy little bitch. He is, but I wouldn't mess with him. He could probably throw down because you would probably get into that like flailing arm thing and just be like, I'm going to take you down type of thing. Anyway, they're traveling and I'm looking at these pictures and I'm like, man, these HDR photos look like shit. I can see you just yelling at

yourself. Like, what the hell? I told him to take a camera, a real camera. Well, I get so angry for

other people. It's funny. I do. And it goes on for 20 years still. I'm still angry about

things 20 years later. You're like, I'm not yelling. I'm still angry about things 20 years later.

You're like, I'm not yelling.

I'm like, you're literally yelling, Jared.

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