Greetings Gum and happy holidays Kevin here with the disclaimer
about our two-part holiday special.
This special contains the coarse language, graphic and senseless
violence and an extreme amount of ejaculate.
References like way too many for anyone to feel comfortable.
Listener discretion is advised. Seriously, we should be ashamed
for all the ejaculate references.
So much come. Greeting scum and welcome to
Flail to the Face. Oh, it's a new one.
I'm your special guest. Yeah, Variety.
I am your special guest, DM Tom Gambino.
And with me is the usual crew. Lads, introduce yourselves.
Hello, I am Levi. God damn it.
Do I come here? Do I come here?
No. You come wherever you want.
OK, on the face. No, damn it.
Let me open my mouth. Hello, it's Jake.
And I believe I come here next. Hi, I'm Thomas.
Shit. Hi, I'm Kevin.
Ohh fucking a. Wolf.
That that was Walt and I'm old. Let's fucking flail this fucking
Dick around in the air, whatever we're doing.
All righty, so with this campaign I have decided to name
it Good Soup, in which you will all find out as the adventure
progresses. It is the season of Yule, that
wonderful time of year where people are happy, people are
singing, gifts are being given, but for some reason you guys are
in a particularly foul mood and I asked you guys to roll some
dice for reasons of the season wire.
What's put you off this Yule season?
Who would like to go first? OK, I'll go first.
I drank some bad cum. I ate some shit cookies from a
farmer when I was on my way to see Santa.
I'm really upset about it. I'm Scott Bakula.
Oh man, it doesn't get better. I don't like how my season
started off, so I'm on my way to have some words with, you know,
Bah, come rug. Oh.
Jesus. I'm also a vampire, but that'll
make more sense as we go on. Oh my God this is so
overwhelming. Would you, would you, Would you
say you're a compire again? Yeah.
No, no. Maybe.
Will you say it a compire?
Oh, no, no, boys A. Lot of.
Cum in this one whose? Fault is that.
Not mine. White Christmas.
Christmas come all that you pay for.
I'm so flaccid right now. Come again, this time in my
ears. I, I fucking, I leave.
I leave the show. I, I, I go.
I'm gonna go play dragon Bane fuck.
Santa's coming down your chimney tonight.
Oh no. OK, well I got some coal stuffed
up my ass and I have a few days to wait for for me to pass.
That fucking demon did. You ever roll the D4?
For how many 22? Days.
All right, in two days time that lump of coal will come out of
your ass. OK, well we'll see if I survive
that long all. Right.
Who is next? Well, my character got a
horrible itchy case of the pox from a one night stand outside
of Schleswig. Oh.
Sorry about that. Yeah, no, it's all right.
I'm sure there's a topical cream out there for it.
It's. Called Homicide.
Stop fucking, I swear to God. I was almost sacrificed by
satanic snowmen made of cum. God fuck yeah.
Damn it, I left my pit Vipers at home and I ended up being snow
blind. With cum.
Oh, damn it, you guys. No.
I got caught under a mistletoe with a Beales disguised as a
sexy elf. It was fucking soup.
And peppermint schnapps. And come I guess.
No. Why?
What's wrong with? You what?
The fucking. I'm not part of this.
Bit. Oh, this is going to be.
All right. All right, so you, the the six
of you are pretty surly, pretty pissed off, kind of grouchy.
The real Scrooge is walking through town, a little town
called Hearth, where they're trying to be somewhat joyful
during this shitty, shitty year. You guys are just not helping,
just be in your just, and you decided to get away from it.
You decided to just get away from the town and just walk off
into the woods. And all of you are just walking
through the forest. What are you guys talking about?
How you guys pass on the time? I don't understand how we have
all gotten kicked out together. This is the strangest that I
don't know any of you. I said this would be a proper
time for everyone to introduce themselves.
Oh hello, my name is Scott Bakula.
I'm a distant relative of Dracula.
Unfortunately I have been three times removed.
I have a weird. Habit.
Was there something about all that cum you were drinking?
No, that's unfortunately I was tricked by a farmer to drink.
It was so Milky white I thought it was just, you know, something
you put in your coffee. The cookies taste like shit too.
Oh my. God I.
Bet it was thick and creamy, that's for sure.
He called them dunking cum nuts. Jesus Christ, we're going to
have to delete this episode. That is absolutely disgusting.
Our very own Ebenezer Splooge. I changed my name to Ebenezer
Splooge. I've peeked.
I've peeked in two different ways just now.
I'm going to leave. Oh.
My. God, holy shit.
Yeah, following behind that wonderful individual is a body
made of clockwork. Winding gears in the chest
cavity is like a dog carrier, and it has a snarling little
vicious dog like a rat terrier. Oh, it's a Pekingese.
And the individual has no hands. I have a claw hammer on the left
hand and just a straight blade on the right.
And you could kind of see like, like arcane glowing in its eyes
is just kind of like surveying the rest of you.
What's your whole deal? I was wondering to say.
But happens to be a bit of a complex back story.
I ended up in this body and I am still kind of getting used to
it. And he like, goes to like lean
on a tree and just kind of like impales the sword into the tree.
I mean, you are a dog, maybe you do not know how to operate
hands. No, no, this is just you.
It's my pet. It is gross.
That isn't me. Wait, what did you say?
It opens a chest cavity and the dog jumps out and just kind of
circles around the feet. That thing was snarling at me
earlier. Keep it the fuck away from me.
It doesn't. It does not like people.
OK, I'll kick it. I will kick it very hard.
I feel like this is. I'll kick the other one too.
Where the fuck did that come from?
I sniff a tree stump and pee on it.
Oh good. Oh, that's, that's, that's,
that's Nick Snoots. He's a good boy.
What am I looking at here? I don't know.
This is a fever dream, right? No, I don't dream.
I'm I'm dying in my home, right in a pile of my own shit.
No, you have not invited me in, so how could I be here?
Fuck, that would be much better than this do.
You have a home. Maybe we could crash at your?
Place I did once and I used to have a practice, but doctor
creature by the way, I hadn't. I put my hand out to everybody
except for you who is bladed. Sorry friend, nothing personal.
That's I've reached out with the claw hammer and was like, that's
fair. I lift up a pawn shake.
Oh shit, OK, never mind, I might not.
He's the best boy. And and and I.
Will firmly take Doctor Creature's hand and be like
pleasure to meet you. Name's Harold.
Hey, that hurts. Most people call me Triple H and
my my closer friends call me Trip.
I'm sorry, did I hurt you? No, no, no, not at all my
friend. I I'm happy to be in the
presence of quite the lively crowd here.
You know, I haven't been called lively in so long.
Thank you so much. You have some what dripping off
your chin there. That's no motherfucker.
I just thought he had a runny nose to be honest.
I'm going to take my Cape and cover my face and just my eyes
are seen and you can see my other hand like kind of
violently rubbing my my cheeks and my my chin.
There is. It all gone, Yeah.
I think you got it. Yeah, that slurping noise, it
was very loud. Farmer said it was not very
fresh. I walk away from him but like I
just got off of a horse. You're OK there.
Nope, not OK. Not OK at all, as a matter of
fact. There's a lot going on here.
I'm sure. There's a lot of people going
on. But we are together.
Where are we going? Well, I don't know.
I. That's a good question.
You just all just started walking into the woods here.
I was going to try. It yeah, we, I, I was not
welcome back at the village there so.
I was trying to pass this demon. That's right.
And you guys just happen to be here as well?
I can help you with that. And I pull out my giant chef's
knife. Absolutely the fuck not.
I'm good at expelling demons, you know I don't.
Keep him away from me. Well, I'm just asking.
You stay social distancing, friend.
That doesn't exist here, and that doesn't exist here.
I mean. You you people still may need to
stay together for warm. What do you mean by you people?
What? Do you mean to you people?
Well, as I'm just going to paint the scene here, as time goes by
and as cordial, somewhat cordial conversation is being made, you
are somewhat enjoying all of your time together, I guess to
an extent and from an indiscernible amount of time.
You guys continue to walk through the woods.
Then it realizes on you you're you're freaking lost.
You have wandered so far out of town just to get away from the
monotony of Yule. Everybody's pleasant.
How do you do attitudes? You just get goofed up somewhere
and you're smack dab in the middle of the woods.
There's almost no sound. Whatever light was there looks
like Starlight through various gaps of the trees, subtle
crunching of tree limbs, echoing snarls and bird sounds.
You're pretty freaking spooked right now.
Oh. So scary.
Woof. That dog is so animated.
So insane. It's kind of tall and lanky in a
weird way. Have a humans face.
That's what I was thinking. That's really what's spooky.
Now that you look at it. Gentleman the Tomaton dog.
I think we should probably bend down for the diet.
Oh, sure, Yeah. You know, look, I have this
little problem though. I have to be invited in for a
place to stay so. We're outside.
Where are we? Yeah, we're.
Going to go maybe because I wouldn't mind crawling into.
I mean, I wouldn't mind maybe having a bite to eat.
Wait, what? Nothing.
Bite A bite of what? Never mind, we could all sleep
together just. I got a little.
Fucking room too. Coincidentally, the smell of
food hits all of your noses. I throw up.
I eat the throw up. OK, you know what make snoots
please roll me ADR 12 presents. Hey, I'm good at that 115.
All right, with that 15, you stick your nose up in the air,
you sniff around, and you quickly discern the direction of
the food smells and you make your way towards it.
Do you let your comrades know? I will make another present test
to communicate with them. Oh God, what?
What? Are you playing by chance?
Me. I'm, I'm yeah, I'm a lap wolf.
Isn't it obvious? Not to the listening audience.
Well. That was the joke.
DR13. That's a natural one.
First roll of the game. I just start spinning in circles
and woofing and wagging my tail and completely failed to
communicate anything about direction or food or anything at
all to the rest of this group. Look down at the other dog at my
feet. You got anything?
Yeah, my little dog just runs. Swaps up more Q.
Runs towards. Me just runs off.
Just runs off. Oh OK, I'll have him do the
presence test for my dog. It was a 2, so yeah, it just, he
just ran off. So even though the dogs failed
to communicate, they like homing beacons, they quickly find the
source of that delicious, delicious smell.
And you come across A2 Story Cabin.
It's kind of somewhat disheveled.
It's it's maintained, but it's slightly above a piece of crap.
You see lights in the windows. Oh, looks like food is home.
Did we follow the dogs or are we just standing in the middle of
the forest? Well, let's up each.
Other's ass. Around this, around this puddle
of puke. Oh, you know what?
Do you guys follow the dogs? Yeah, I would have followed dogs
because, I mean, there's my dog in that dog.
Yeah, this other weird dog. Forsake of story progression,
I'll follow the dog. Yeah, what about you, Fisk and
Scott? Well, I need to eat and.
Maybe one of these boys will fall asleep, so I'm going to
follow the crowd. Now I guess I'll come alone.
No. Thomas I do not have armor to
protect my feelings. OK, so doesn't.
Make you anything less weird of a dog, no.
So you all find your way to this ramshackled house, and like I
said, it's slightly above a piece of crap.
There are lights on in the house, flickering candlelight.
You go and knock on the door and you hear a old man voice go.
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campaigns. The old man opens the door and
he is a fat bearded man. His white beard is dirty with
black specks and smudges. He is wearing a brown tattered
housecoat, wearing thick pajamas, and he's.
Welding up top but has hair on the side of his head and he says
I'll. Give you a room for the night,
but if you start saying I'm going to kick your asses out in
the snow, I'm. Going to I shove my nose in this
crutch. Hey.
Oh, he's just playing. That that's OK.
You don't got peanut butter in the.
House. That area hasn't seen a lot of
action in years. Oh, God.
All right, now I guess you chocolate bucks could come on
in. Hey.
Thank you for inviting. Me.
All right. No problem, man.
What were you doing out here in the mood of these woods?
Nobody comes out here. Well, we weren't welcome in
town, so we figured we'd walk around in the woods a bit and
walk some more and walk some more and end up find ourselves a
little lost out here and then to a couple of good boys down here.
Scratches both Mr. Mcscoots and you found the.
Establishment here. That's that's fair.
I probably deserved it. Yeah, I don't blame you.
What is it, Yule? Is it Yule again?
I believe it is that time of year, Sir God.
Damn it, I hate you. Wouldn't happen to have a set of
pit pipers and like a lost and Hon or anything around here,
would you? But I don't got lost and found
and I don't got 2 snakes. I'm sorry.
I was just going to say this does not look like snake
friendly weather. No, no eye protection do.
You wear snakes on your eyes, you're not afraid of them biting
them. I'm not flesh and blood.
And he, like, taps on the side of my armored body.
It's not like I'm going to bleed.
The old man knocks on your chest.
Like. You're an Iron Man.
That's interesting. Don't do that again.
Sorry, I should have asked. I'm sorry.
Consent is key. I'm sorry.
I. Know that's life.
Sir, what was your name? My name is Viggo Staff.
Would you mind spelling that? Because I'm going to write that
down. VIEGL STAF.
That's how I thought it was spelled.
Mr. Vehicle Staff, my name is Harold.
Hey, that hurts. Triple H to most people.
Trip. To my friends, it's very kind to
meet you. And thank you for opening up
your doors and letting us stay of the night.
Much appreciated. Thank you.
It's nice to meet a man who appears to have a pedigree.
Well, I wouldn't go that far, but.
We got a couple of dogs right here.
They are. We have a few pets, I know that
one stiffed my my crotch earlier.
He's. Hungry.
Speaking of hungry, the dogs did track down a a scent.
Do you have something cooking? Yeah, I got some soup cooking in
the stove. I guess you boys want some soup,
huh? Well, we'd be mighty obliged if
you were willing to share. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And he sort of a old man shuffles his way to the cauldron
of stoop and pulls out six wooden bowls and six wooden
spoons. And he starts ladling this murky
brown liquid into these bowls of undiscernible ingredients.
If you want to. Discern what these ingredients
are. You all can roll deep.
Well, it's not white. That's what I.
It's not Creedbase, got it. Then why do they call them
wiggle staff? I couldn't tell you.
I don't know. I want to find out.
Oh. Not I made a.
Horrible mistake. You did this to you I.
Did I did this to me? All right, OK, what?
What? 'D Y'all roll.
It's not. Harold's just going to dive
right in. He doesn't.
He's not going to try to figure out what the hell it is.
All right, Triple H Soup's pretty Dang good.
It's nothing to write home about but it fills you and warms you
up on on this cold Yule season nights and and you all are just
feasting upon the suit you wear. Ferris is going to try to like
get his bowl down to his dog, but since he doesn't really have
hands, it just kind of like falls over and onto the floor.
My name is not fucking Harold. I don't just fucking eat this
goddamn soup. I roll the five.
I roll the seven. Yeah, it looks like soup, guys.
It is pretty good. Gentlemen, dive in.
This is D lightful. It's not too bad.
Did my 15 get me anything? Oh, did your 15 get yourself?
Yeah, you can tell that is made from various animal parts that
he has scraped from the forest, various root vegetables that he
has harvested, type of sweet potato, maybe some spices gotten
from a mountain patch. So maybe some squirrel, some
possum? Maybe a little bit of woolness?
There. There is, there is.
Cabbage. Kind.
Of. Spicy.
That's yeah, that's the, that's the zestiness you taste.
Between. The bites in here.
Between bites, I say to you, I say you.
This is a delightful blend of flavors, savory and fruity and
nutty. Reminds me quite a bit of soup
that they used to serve at a pre fathmooey and eatery back home
that my owners used to take me to.
Because I can talk to other animals, just not humans.
You, you at the moment is just like snarfing it up off the
floor, It's like. What?
Indeed, Vagal staff. Looks young as I'm.
Glad you're enjoying the soup, it's the best I can get in this
friggin weather. It's high wagon.
It's the least I hate this season, you know, everyone's
wearing closed toed shoes and it's very annoying.
It's sickening, it's gross. We need to free them puppies.
That's what I always say. Wait a minute, what are you
talking? About what do you mean?
I'm talking about open shoes, baby.
I mean, maybe in the summertime, in the summer.
I have never. I spent ten years in the plague
pits and I have never met a group of near to be corpses.
I have wanted to be around less. That being said, I really like
the soup. Thank you.
Legal staff looks at you, Scott Bakula.
How about you, son? You enjoying the soup?
I'm sorry, let me go ahead and take a bite of the soup I'm
going to. Throw my Cape over my face and
pull the bowl under the Cape and I'm going to slowly dump it on
the floor. Before you do that, you do smell
a little bit of something familiar in it.
There is some blood sausage in it.
Oh fuck me and I'm going to stop pouring and then.
Oh yeah, that is. Oh, oh, I know where you've
gotten this blood sausage from. It's delicious.
Yeah. This is.
His name was Gary. Yeah, Gary tastes good.
I knew I tasted a hint of Gary. That sounded about.
Right, Gary's great. Fuck.
The other white meat, that's what I always call him.
Yeah, fuck that guy. He owed me 27.
Fuck Gary. But you know, it's it's not the
most traditionalist soups, but it's what it's what I had
around. It's.
A dead guy named Gary. Yeah.
But he was. Around.
A rotund gentleman, that Gary. Yes.
I prefer the term spacious gentleman.
I will add that to my repertoire.
I enjoy it as well. Yes you know it's customary that
stupid traditions. We always make soup around this
time of year. Perfect I.
Yes. Oh no, you seem to have had the
throat. No, I I'm more concerned about
the the implication that is anybody else concerned?
Concerned about what? You.
You.
I'm just taking soup for y'all. Yeah, last man I stopped in
there, slept over at this house. He fucking gave me shit cookies
and fucking cum this gross. Jesus.
Yeah, you know the man. Yes, Jesus, Yes, we know.
Him. Yeah.
Hey, Zeus. Delightful fellow.
Just don't need his cookies. Anyway, around here we always
make soup in the winter. Fucking stupid addition.
Fucking. That's because the tradition of
Saint Nicholas. Oh fuck that guy.
I'd like to get my teeth into anyone's neck.
It's that little cock sucker. Well, take in the.
Neck. What?
What do you? Yeah.
Very simple. Sorry, no, I meant.
I meant. Beef.
Beef with his neck. You know, because he's so fat,
Joel. What?
Nothing. What?
Who you want? Your beef in his neck.
Oh, you know, Markham rug. You know, fuck Santa.
Who must be new around here. Saint Nicholas wasn't fat.
Oh shit, I seem to have gotten my people mixed up.
Yeah, this Saint Nicholas, he was a fucking beast of a man.
They called him the Bloody Claws.
He was the best fucking warrior this region has ever known.
Damn. Sounds hot.
Put that thing away. Motherfucker.
Was 7 feet tall, had a white beard, chiseled like a fucking
sculpture. He didn't even have a weapon, he
would just go running into battle with nothing but his bare
hands. He had bare hands.
You're God damn right he did. Sounds terrifying.
Now this is a man of legend, right?
Yeah, this is a man of he helped make this season.
Well, good thing we don't have to get into contact with that
fella, I tell you what. That dude's been dead for years.
Bears and years. Why do you know someone
unfortunate? He's famous.
In fact, there's a legend on his deathbed.
He didn't want to go out like a fucking Sissy heath and feathery
pillows. He demanded that over 100
warriors fight him to the death. And then when the baton was all
done, he wanted everybody to be thrown in a massive hit and have
all their corpses be made in Stew.
Oh shit. Oh, it sounds like a man's man.
Got my kind of party. And he believed that he was
given ungodly strength by some creature, and he wanted to have
his strength endued into everybody.
So he thought the best way to do that was to boil his fucking
self into some water and the blood and guts of other warriors
that he killed. That's.
Medalist fuck. That's cool.
What I tell you, I bet that's
great are. You saying we should maybe pay
tribute to this? Yeah, this is exactly what I was
talking about. The shit that I was worried
about, You know, the multiple people, the humans and a Stew.
The fact that we're all here. Yeah, yeah, there, there, there
is leads over and to the doctor creature and it's just like, I'm
not so sure this is a great place to stay the night.
I am so glad that there's another person clenching their
butt hole as tight as I am. Oh God.
Yeah, I know. It's a mechanical.
It's got a shutter. If only my phone loose it just
falls right out. I.
I was not surprised to hear that in any way.
OK, OK, let the man finish the story.
I'm actually very enthralled by this.
I'm I'm having a hard time not believing that we're going to
get about another 4 minutes into this story and start fearing
feeling woozy or. What?
What are you talking about? Dad, let the let the man finish
the story. Let's see where it's going.
Well, first of all, I can assure you there is nothing wrong with
my soup. There are no drugs in it apart
from the moon cabbage. Yeah, so good.
Hey, it. Was legalized.
Very spicy. Legalize it.
Sports 1 is somewhere in the rat.
And he knows his elbow. I'm going to I'm going to elbow
him back a little bit and give him a a weird half smile.
Yeah. Yeah, swear to God, if those two
hook up, I'm out. I'll stick around for a few
minutes, I suppose. But.
And that's when Eagle staff gets in close and he goes, you know.
There's a legend that that soup is out there out in that woods,
and anybody who drinks it could get the power of Saint Nick.
You have. You have my attention, you do.
So you mean to tell me that there is a magical soup out in
the middle of this force here that's going to imbue somebody
that drinks it some sort of magical powers?
That's exactly what I'm saying. OK, how dangerous could it
possibly be to find the soup in the woods?
Oh yeah, it couldn't be very dangerous to find the soup
that's made out of 1000 people that a legendary man killed, I
mean. To each their own, but this guy
sucks on toes. I mean.
Yeah, he's the weird one for sure.
Yeah, I. What do you think of this
situation? I'm over by the hearth, rolling
around on my back with my legs in the air.
Yeah, that's good, boy. He's.
So high. He's ripped out of his mind.
That dog is not used to edibles. Not at all.
Watch out, he's going to have. Is that a red rocket?
Never mind. Start having a fucking panic
attack pretty soon here. So vehicle staff maybe, perhaps
you can. Share where the soup is.
Since you seem to know so much. You want to know about soup?
Oh, I would. And Scott's going to lean in
closer. Oh, I would love to hear about
your soup. I'm going to go outside and
struggle to take. A shit yes, you go have a
cigarette or whatever. There's a the latrine is out
around the back of the house. What do you need to say?
You can go. Correct.
Fuck. You're.
Fucking out there, yeah. You're gonna get fucking.
Eaten out there? Yeah, you'll see.
We'll see. I'll I'll wait, I'll wait a
couple minutes and then I'll be like, oh, he forgot his butt
napkins and like grab like an Afghan and just take it out
following out there. Leave me a couple of them.
Dude. Waps.
I need a couple of them. What the fuck?
He's always leaking. Not sponsored.
I got a core kids. You know Jesus put.
One of those papers over in my brown eye.
Bam, no shit stains in my end. Oh boy, holy shit.
OK, so Scott Macula, Beagle staff, leans into the group and
whoever whoever wants to hear. The soup.
If you keep going into the woods, you'll still find it.
N southeast north is would say for where you go.
Oh so. You're telling me it's one of
those magicals? Yeah.
Like a magical wood sting where wherever we fucking go, we end
up where we need to be. Yes.
Yeah, the woods have a way of driving you where you need to.
Go and both intrigued and creeped out by you.
But if but if the soup is what you're after, you got to be
careful because it's guarded. By what?
By I don't fucking know. No thanks.
That's useful information for sure, yeah.
Not much of A. Bye come slugs.
Has anybody ever gone out there to get this soup?
I heard one creature creature hasn't found it yet but he wants
to get his fucking bits on it all for himself.
Did I hear my name, Demon? Oh, quit peeking through the
window. Sorry, it was just nice to try
and take a shit out in the cold. You need a dude What?
I don't think it's going to be necessary.
I don't think it's going to be necessary, friend.
Let me know if we need some help, I can give you a good
squeeze. Yeah, no, let me just shut the
window that's going to. It's going to ruin the
atmosphere of the story. It's.
So dark all. Right.
I'm going to. Where was that?
Oh.
Suck. Oh yeah, I've heard that there's
a monster that only wants it for itself.
It's 8 feet tall, it's covered in black bird, the lights in the
screams, children and he goes by the name.
Uncle Ricky Krampus. I know him by Uncle Ricky.
No, I don't think it's Uncle Ricky.
Well, he goes by the name Krampus, I guess.
Maybe he might have might be named Little Ricky in another
region of the world. You know, myths and tales are
told in all various different parts, each somewhat similar yet
slight differences. Yeah, yeah, that's what I
thought. Yeah, Uncle Ricky.
So you mean to tell me we just start wandering around the
woods, we'll end up coming up on this magical soup and possibly
run into uncle 8 foot fur bearing demon you say?
Uncle Ricky? Yeah, that's what you said
there, Fisk. Yeah, I remember you saying the
boy. It's weird because he has
nerves. Her feet, it's weird.
Well, I mean, who's toes? Toes are the.
Same thing in it. Toes aren't the same.
Toes are. Yeah.
OK. All right.
Well, that sounds terribly horrible, but I mean, I mean.
I don't know. I suppose if that's what you're
looking for, yeah. I mean, if I'm Tom, too old to
find it now, but if I was in your guys's prime, I'd go get it
if it meant being the strongest motherfucker alive.
Yeah, I want to go beat up that farmer.
Yeah. Yeah, well, how about we take a
break and we can go do this later?
Yes. I'll catch Eagle staff in his
bed later. I mean, I'm going to go lay
down. Oh my God, me.
What? Hey everybody, Kevin at the end
of the episode and Happy holidays.
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Clockwork BlackBerry by Monkey Moto, Kevin playing Harold Paid
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time. Shit flail has come.
To the following. I love I love where it's just
people saying random shit as it fades out into the music every
time. I'm just waiting you.
Want me to get a clean comb on there?
I think from that everyone, everyone's going to realize that
this is going to be a white Christmas.
Necklaces from everybody. Oh my God.
It is my reason for season. It is actually.
Yes, shit, right? What flavor is that?
Suck penis. Oh.
Blood. Orange.
So salt and shame. Yeah.
Little bit of vinegar. I'm glad I got a.
Point I didn't. Have it in I seen.
It. Dude, you rimmed it.
I did not. I'll lick it off for you if you
need me to. Yes.
Oh my fuck. Hi.
And start screen recording now. This for the only fans.
Screen cap. This is for the bro hubs.
Can I catch these only fucking hands bud?
It's fun to watch Fisk Baskets be fucking unsettled by being.
There's an Uncle Ricky that used to touch him.
Oh no. I bamboozled sucker.
Hell yeah it. Had to happen eventually.
Fucking A. What are you people doing here?
Get that red thing out of here. What are you doing, son?
I'm right here.