Yarn at the Power Prince, your John this to-Arnius, welcome to the Blind Byte podcast.

I hope you had a charming week.

Let's begin this week's podcast.

With a piece of prose that was submitted by Hollywood actor Colin Farrell.

This is the second piece of prose that Colin has sent in.

It's more of a meditation than a piece of prose, but he delivered this to me by folding

it up into a paper airplane and aiming at my iris.

So this poem is called When I Use the Car Wash by Colin Farrell.

When I use the car wash, I don't wear any trousers or underpants.

I roll down the sunroof.

I place both my legs up on the two front seats and my hands are on the dashboard.

It's a yoga pose that I learned on YouTube called the downward dog.

Don't call me a fucking dog because I'm Colin Farrell.

So I'm no from the waist down, with my hands on the dashboard, and my langer dangling

like an air freshener.

Except mine doesn't smell like a pine tree, why?

Then I stick my iris out of the sunroof, so that the big spinning giant brushes from

the car wash tickle my anoginital region.

I learned that word from the back of a can of the Orrant that bit tells you where you shouldn't

spray it.

Before the car wash is finished, I get back into the front seat as if nothing has happened.

The inside of my car is usually dripping wet because the sunroof was open, but I don't

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