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There I was, cornered in a Bulgarian hostel by a fish with one eye. I had a pen in one hand and the state of Kansas in the other. Now I know what you’re thinking; it’s not even close to tomato season. I didn’t let that stop me! I gunned the engine in my rowboat and flew to Sheeptown, dodging wild UN weapons inspectors as I went.
It wasn’t until my eyeballs exploded that I realized I was out of hair gel. Frothing with impotent rage, I turned my frustrations into the drive to finally win at Wimbledon. Lacking in celebratory crystal meth, I was forced to watch Season 4, Episode 7 of The Wire instead. Proposition Joe is awesome.
Finally I collapsed, blood leaking from my punctured kitten. “Well,” I shouted into the unfathomable void, “at least now I can finally paint over that dreadful mural.” I woke with a start, realizing it had all been a horrifying coutroom drama starring the University of Notre Dame men’s basketball team.
I think I may have gotten a little off track here. Just like this week’s show! What exactly happened, anyhow? At any rate, join Wes, Spencer, Brent, and Eric as they explore… something. I’m not really sure what’s going on.
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