Welcome back to the basement yard this week. I have one of my friends who was on an

episode a while ago, I think. Couple two. Oh, you've been on two. Yeah. My friend Marcos back.

I don't know if anyone. Oh, people do definitely remember Marco. I forgot the last time he was on

here. We talked about a... talking about some. I'm not gonna like get into it because I just ate, but

you can go back and listen to that. I forgot the... Don't go back because I don't remember the title.

Fuck it. Anyway, Marco is on because I had no idea what to do for a podcast this week,

and I texted the group chat of my friends and I was just like, does anyone have any stories

or anything to talk about? And before Marco answered, my friend Eric goes, you should have Marco

on. He's the most interesting man in the world, which I didn't... I don't know for a fact,

but then he like rattled off. He's like, yeah, we could talk about the time I wrote a sheep.

I was like, first of all, that sounds like a really short story. I think that's the whole story,

actually. Wrote a sheep. Okay. He was chased by a guy with a gun and then something about riding

in a bus bathroom. Yep. No, my God. All right, so let's start with the sheep. Let's just

sheep. I want to know about the sheep. This is the shortest one. Okay. So basically, so all three of

these stories took place in Spain where my family's found, you know, I go there every summer.

So, Spain's where the shit goes down? Yeah, it's wild. So I live in this little town, maybe like

a thousand people, tops, and my uncle over there has a field, I guess, where he has goats and sheep,

cows, stuff like that. So one night, it was like one-saint night or two-saint night, whatever.

It was windy that night. It was windy. It was like 40 degrees. I don't know. It was nice though.

Clear skies. Me and Mike, we were like, I don't know, 15, 16, maybe younger. Freshman, sophomore,

in high school. We like break into my uncles field. How do you break into a field? It's a field.

So breaking in, we climb the fence. We climb the fence into my uncles field. This wasn't like an

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