Ben, heaven in the direction of Bethlehem, you jettisoned kevens. Welcome to the blind

by podcast. If you're a new listener, maybe go back and listen to some previous episodes.

Maybe even begin from the start. To familiarize yourself with the lore of this podcast. Because

this episode is a bit extreme, this episode is for regular listeners, it's for seasoned

cuevers. So if you're a brand new listener, this one might be a bit much, or maybe not,

maybe you're ready for this. Maybe you want to go a bare chest in the midday sun, get

conquer deep in the steeple chase or seep yet. So this week's podcast was going to be a boat.

I felt a call Harris DeVir call who was from Clark in the Victorian period and used to

walk around the streets with a cow's order, a cow's order sticking out of the fly of

his pants. So it looked like his dick. And then when anyone saw it, he'd take out a scissors

and chop it off just for his own enjoyment. So the podcast was going to be about that.

But then a very strange sequence of events happened to me earlier this week, which has

bent the direction of this episode. So recently I've started to become interested in baking.

Now I was never much into baking, baking cakes, cookies or whatever the fuck I love cooking,

I enjoy cooking, but I was never into baking. Mainly the mathematics of it used to freak

me out. You can't fuck around with baking. You're either correct or you're not. When

you're cooking savory food, when you're cooking a dinner, you can eyeball things. But

when it comes to baking food, you have to be exact, you have to measure things and you

got to be correct or you'll make a bottle of whatever the fuck you're baking. Couple

of days ago I wanted to make a red velvet cake. Red velvet cake is fantastic.

It's red, very vibrant, very violent cake. It's got layers of quite simple sweet sponge.

It looks red, but it doesn't taste like red. And then it has lovely layers of like a

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