We're back. We're back. It's the Deadcast. I'm Drew. That's Marchman. And then we, once again, the lovely and talented David Roth. David, you are back. Everyone say hi, everybody.

Roth. The people have spoken. And what the people have said,

they want more P.F. Chang's-related

humor in their deadcast.

And that is why you, my friend,

I want to become the third leg of the dead cast.

Congratulations, Roth.

Congratulations.

More crap.

A lot of candidates.

A lot of people care about those lettuce cups.

By the way, Roth has never been to a P.F. Changs. Is that correct? It is true. We have to send you because it's actually quite a fine restaurant. As snotty as I can get about food, I am definitely not above housing some lettuce cups and crab rangoons at a P.F. Chang. So we have to send you to like the one at the Paramus Mall so that you can do a whole, I went to P.F. Chang's, and this is what I discovered about America Post. Would you do that? I'm going to write a whole David Brooks, like a series of columns about it. By the way, Marsha Nature here, I have to apologize for ruining your suit. Did the wine wash out of your suit when I brohugged you over aggressively?

I still haven't.

I still haven't mustard the discipline to take it to the dry cleaner.

So I'm just vaguely hoping that wine is something a dry cleaner can get out at any indeterminate date.

I think that might be unwise.

I think the longer you leave the stain, the more likely it is that the stain will remain there

forever.

That's not what I've heard.

I think a lot of times, especially red wine stuff, it just goes away.

Really?

So you just sort of let it,

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