Warning, we still haven't learned our lesson about using all those naughty words.

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And now the Skating Atheist.

Good day, this is Jeff A.K. A. Goldenman.

I've been a mouthy-cunt for a reason for years now.

You may be familiar with my third rule of public discourse.

Or often called, hm, fucking three.

If not, what the fuck are you doing up?

Also, we did in fact evolve from filthy fucking monkey men and don't let the parvay as a

primitive ignorant infantile, petulant dogma convince you otherwise.

It's Friday tomorrow.

Yeah, but it's today, September 25th.

And we ain't got no jobs and we ain't got shit to do.

I have no illusions.

He's that right.

And from Jeter withdrawal, New York, New York.

And Skiter with A-Draw, Po-Dunk, Georgia, this is the Skating Atheist.

In this week's episode, we find out why the French call four ounces of pot a royale

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