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Hi, folks. God damn it. I erased all the

sound drops on page five. Those are the ones I used for the opening. Oh, God.

Fucking hey, man. Walking around yesterday, talking to Colin Quinn, get him on

speakerphone, looking for my phone. As I'm talking to this motherfucker on

speakerphone, looking, moving shit on my desk. It's minutes before I need a

diaper. I'm telling you, I blame the old man out of all the jeans.

Guy was a great guy. Give me that one. Young nurse comes in. Nice legs, huh?

Fucking mother's over there. That's I said to my mother. I didn't say it to her.

My brother. That's the last thing they go. The pussy, uh, lobe. That's the last thing

they're going to go. You can't kill it. He was out of his mind. He couldn't speak

a sentence. Youngwork girl comes in a room and she leaves with a nice, huh?

And my mother's like, like my mother of pectonies, uh, like Paulie Walnut.

That primal instinct. It is. You can't kill that. You wonder why we're rapist.

Well, not me. Anyways, you know me. I ripped the girl's dress

in a prom. Listen, was it action and get caught my, get caught my hunting knife.

Guys, watch the ID network. It's so goddamn good. Even though again, they focus on

white, mid-muskin people who are religious, like they're the evil ones. It's all it's

old, but still they're real crimes and boy do I enjoy it. All right, real quick up to

it. I know you guys love Red Sox talk. Those cocks. Adam Duval, who we miss most of

the season. He, uh, was American league player of the week. I think he, they said,

what did he say? Eight homers and eight games. Well, five homers in the last five.

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