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Good morning, everybody. It is Wednesday, July 20th.

This is Wet Jeans. And this is the part of the summer where you realize, wow,

it's gone by quick. Where did it go? It's almost over.

Where does the time go?

Doing all that molly cocaine in rooms. Maybe that's how the time passed, I'm not sure.

But it's also the time of the summer where you really, you know, you wish you had that

summertime romance and you're chasing after her after her. But unfortunately she's banging guys

that are richer than you and hotter than you. You realize you're never going to have that summer

romance with the girl you're dreams. And you're most likely just going to meet somebody that's

in the same situation as you. Which is a bad one.

A bad one and just settle down and say, fuck it. And, you know, get a dog and have kids that you

end up not even liking and they're ugly. And the best part of your day is when you drive home

and you're sitting in the driveway at little space before you have to go back to being the person

your family wants you to be. All that pretending, all that energy spent pretending.

And you're lost. Yep. And you realize that you're going to die soon. So you start a horrible,

horrible opioid addiction. And the next thing you know, you're an unfinished basement and little

Massachusetts and your son find too. And you're covered in your own feces. And you're dead.

And you're dead. Oh, you're dead by the way. Welcome in everybody.

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