Hey, what's going on at Spielberg's time for the Thursday afternoon just before Friday

Monday morning podcast and I'm just checking in on you.

I'm checking in on you, but do do do to check in on you.

A cold man to say who cares if your nose is fucking running.

Get some fucking Kleenex and have some fun.

Sorry, I'm so sick of being sick.

Just when the fuck is this going to end?

I woke up, boo-doo-doo-doo.

I had a fucking coffin fit at like four in the morning and I was upstairs.

I've been banished upstairs.

I mean, back in the day when people had tuberculosis after the slum lord stuck them in some

damp dark fucking apartment for years and years and years and these poor fucking tenants

would die a lonely death and then they'd build a statue to the fucking slum lord.

My name is Subway Stop Afterham.

What was that one off the six?

The fuck, I came up with the name of the stop.

I used to get off at all the time and walk over to the fucking...

I remember everything I saw in New York.

I just, anybody out of statue, I just started looking them up on the internet.

It was all the shit that they did, but if you went to about page three or four, it was

the other stuff that they did.

Oh yeah.

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