Hey everybody, it's Andy Richter with the three questions and today I get to have fun

because I get to talk to a friend of mine because most of these people I can't stand

them. Just a bunch of tedious fucking Hollywood suck ups, the phonies. Finally I get to talk

to a real salt to the earth, pieces shit, Steve A.G. A real ham and egg earth. Yeah.

What is it even, I don't, you know, ham and egg are weird ones. It means because you

eat ham and eggs. I don't know. I had a friend in when I was in high school who I only

heard him say it once. Like there was some like, you know, like we were in town and there

were some like truck driver types at this diner and he's like, look at those ham and egg

earths. He's like, those are some real ham and egg earths or something like that. And

it seemed to be the perfect phrase for these guys even though I have no idea what it means.

Right, right. Maybe he was just talking about their breakfast. Maybe. Speaking of it,

I just flashed on remembering it was a regular thing when I was a kid. I grew up in kind

of, you know, kind of like a roll town in Illinois. But I remember so distinctly going to

coffee shops or like the like, you know, the breakfast restaurant would be sort of a truck

stop at the edge of town. Yeah. Yeah. And you go there and so many farmers would be eating

and smoking at the same time. Like have their plate of food and have a cigarette going

at the same time. Like, yeah, I remember. I can't interrupt this cigarette. I remember

going to my parents for a brief period of time lived in Blythe, California, which is

right on the California, Oregon or California, Arizona border. Uh-huh. It's like the Colorado

River is right there dividing the two states. And it's mostly like farming town or people

who work at the maximum security prison. And I would go out and get coffee with my dad

at a very similar establishment. And it was just farmers and prison guards smoking and

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