We were supposed to have King Croc with us for a video this weekend, 24 hours homeless in Oakland.

Yes.

He missed his flight, didn't he, Leo?

He sure did.

It would have been nice to have an African American gentleman with us in Oakland.

Would have been safer, more culturally sensitive, plus King Croc's just a damn fine fellow to travel with and make comedy with.

He really is. He's funny and he's sweet.

But he got put in the clink.

The slammer.

Yeah, it's sad to say.

They shackled him.

They shackled them both in both his legs and his arms.

And they brought him in.

We should bring him in now because as far as I understand he has been released I still have no idea what he was taking to jail for I understand he's coming from LA County to our podcast

couch at this moment he's walking through the door he's being escorted by bailiff mudflap let's

bring in King crocodile easy on our podcast host. Easy on him. Easy on him.

Oh. Oh. It's a miracle that couch held up. I can see Austin cringing. It's a lot of weight.

It's a lot of weight. That was combined near the weight of a Ford F-150. Absolutely.

Croc. He is free, though. The handcuffs have been taken off. Did you just say I can't breathe? Yeah, honestly. Whoa. Say it into the mic. You better, and also, careful how you drop down on that couch mudflap. It's this close. It's this close. I saw it give that time. You saw that? Leo was saying before we started that the couch was in duress. I thought he was full of shit. I saw it budge there. I'll have to reinforce it a little bit. It's okay. Yeah, we'll put some two by fours under there. Tell us I don't know what to say, King Crock. I'm a little... No, it wasn't. I can't breathe. Totally a skid, dude. What does it say on your jumpsuit there? Danny? Basically, what happened is I was getting processed. They gave me the wrong uniform. Okay. So they're just writing... They're just writing your crime on your, on your jumpsuits now.

Not my crime. I don't know.

You sure? I mean, see, okay, I'll be honest. Yeah. Not, there's different types of sex offenders.

Uh-huh. Is there a good kind? There's a worse kind. I'll accept that. What's the best? What's the worst? Worst child rapist murderer. Hit me with the best, I suppose. That would probably be the worst. Louis C.K. Maybe the best? And no real contact. Kind of disturbing. But, you know, come on. You can get over it. See, he's not even a real sex offender, though. But do they call him a sex offender? No. Oh, okay. Best sex offense, I know what it is now, whipping out your cock to piss in public, and an officer happening to drive by. Yeah, I mean, okay, okay, okay, what about Jamie Fox slapping a bitch with his penis?

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