Let's not have any edits. I am tired and I'm getting hammered tomorrow. Don't care.

Fuck off.

All right.

Oh, we're for the first edit.

That was our end. Yeah. Yeah. And we are live. It is the Wild Times. What episode is this, Peter?

32. 32. 32 straight goddamn weeks of Wild Times podcast with you fine gentlemen, which is pretty

impressive because, I mean, I've been in three countries since we started this. Patrick's

been all over the place, a bunch of different states. He called in from a top of a mountain one

time. You know, Peter, you've made it from West Hollywood,

Dracita, so that's something.

I'll say this.

Let me say this.

I've never done anything in the past 20 years for 32 weeks consistently where I was not

being paid.

But this is fucking fun, and I love it, and I say we do it until we die.

I'll also point out that you've had a longer relationship with Patrick and I on the wild times than you have with your girlfriend.

That's true.

I met my girlfriend yesterday.

I did.

I met the professor's lady friend.

And?

Impressions?

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