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You only need to know two things about new engineers. They're white, and they're dudes.

This is a very good podcast.

Episode 2 notes: 1. Joe is going to build theses people a straight up house on this island and then they are going to vote him out because he's a challenge monster. 2. Day 5 everyone is ready to weep because they all miss their spouses so much. Really? No, really? 3. Shirin was right to leave abi hanging, abi is so bad that she will probably make to the jury based solely on how much of an unhinged non threat she is. 4. Varner won't wear pants but he will wear his tie. Who's this guy trying to impress. I mean besides me. 5. Decent challenge. Ta keo deserves to lose for as long as they keep abi. 6. Spencer likes to cut his deals in tribal so that everyone knows he can't be trusted. 7. Is varner leading this tribe? Wtf you guys get it together. 8. Probst is going to break the tribes because he doesn't want another season 19 with one tribe losing 8 of the first 10 challenges.

It has to be Abi even if the other tribe loses I'm done with her and her dumb bracelet.

Hey Abraxas I really like the way you broke that one thought into minimum three posts it really added to the suspense keep it up and one day you may weave a tale as well as j.j.p.i. does

Yeah, drink a damn beer. I win.

WENGERT

Ilu gatgat

Ilu jo

Like all politicians, steve knows that manipulation and overt propaganda are the keys to success. He will get his t shirts, but at what cost?

What the fuck you guys.

16 toenails. Going with toenails this evening.

great thnx j$, i totally didn wan to see anymore of Mrs. quees awesome art work

Sweet set of matching mousers.

New peoples are welcome, even juices. Just let mommabird feed you oj, let her throw up into your mouth. sure i could have picked a better metaphor but it wouldnt have been as erotic

god damn that a sad bear come back to us Mrs. quee

Hayes couldn’t place it, but something was off. For weeks, or maybe even months he had felt a strange presence following him at a distance. In the shadows on top of a building he was leaving, the far-off gentle sound of skitching with a passing car, a whiff of axe body spray and Nate dawg blunt wraps where it shouldn’t be. He felt crazy, but something was definitely there. It began to make him uneasy and so he decided to turn to the one true bro he had in the world. You could say best bro, at least best bro that is a man. Anyway he turned to Sean because he knew Sean wouldn’t call him crazy. Late one night when he couldn’t take it anymore Hayes called Sean and in a whisper said, “Meet me at the chateau marmot, I’ll explain everything later.” … Sean heard a click, and looked up at the ornate, handmade grandfather cuckoo clock in his house. As the bells started their melodic chiming, four or five, hell let’s be honest, six cats scurried away under Sean’s feet. The midnight hour was upon him and now he was stepping out. The smell of the street and the smog assaulted his senses but he gently popped his jacket collar, put a toothpick in his mouth, and strolled down to where Hayes wanted to meet. “What has gotten into him this time?” Sean wondered. Only a mile away Sean thought he heard someone behind him. He turned, but saw only the litter blowing against the sidewalk and the sewer grates. Three blocks away Sean passed a filthy, disgusting hobo on the corner mumbling some dumb shit about the Irish and potatoes. Even though Sean thought the bit was pretty weak he dropped some change in the man’s cup, he didn’t need it anyway because Sean was big timing it now that he and Hayes had destroyed on comedy Bing bangs or whatever it’s called. As Sean approach the marmot, he thought he saw a gargoyle he had never noticed before on top of the building. A van passed in front of him and when he looked up again, it was gone. “Getting pretty late I guess,” he thought to himself. … In a dark corner of the bar inside Sean and Hayes sat very, very close together. Hayes ordered a gin ricky and Sean ordered a mineral water. “What’s going on big guy?” Sean asked as he patted Hayes on the knee. Sean always knew just how to settle Hayes down when he was anxious. Hayes swallowed visibly, looked around the room and said quietly, “I think I’m being followed, maybe you too.” “Now Hayes, we talked about this, the gargoyle boiz are just an urban legend. Even if they were real why would they be following us?” “I don’t know,” Hayes said nervously, “but I’ve been feeling like something is always there watching me and it’s starting to freak me out. The gargoyle boiz are real Sean, I just know it. Tiny Kev runs that gang like the godpapi and he’s so funny it’s…it’s…too scary.” At that moment the lights went out. The bartender let out a defeated sigh, but then the lighting faded back up slowly to a very romantic level. Nothing in the bar was out of place except for the addition of one new patron. He had already fixed himself a mixer for his purple drank and was sitting at the far end of the bar from Sean and Hayes. They stared silently as the man sipped his drank and lit matches with one hand. His hi-top 1989 air flights were immaculate. Another match. His gym shorts were long and ill fitting. Another match. His wife beater was stained from many years of hard labor. Another match. From beneath the shadow his cowboy hat cast they could see a gnarly rust colored beard. One last match. He finished his drank, swung his chair half way around to face Sean and Hayes and tipped his hat gently. “Are you….?” They said in unison. “Tah tah tiny Kev?” “Yall trippin,” was the only response offered. Tiny Kev sauntered over to their table, spun a chair around backwards and straddled in so close that Hayes and Sean were squished between the wall and Tiny Kev. Tiny Kev lit a comically large blunt and sized Sean and Hayes up slowly. It’s a non-smoking bar but the bartender knew to let Tiny Kev handle his biz. As Tiny Kev let out a giant cloud of smoke he leaned in, “You boys been puttin on a nice show, mm hm. Mighty fine show. I thought it was about time I let you know who’s been watching your backs.” “YOU HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING US!” Said Hayes in his patented fake yelling voice. He looked to Sean to say, “I told you so,” but Sean’s eyes said, “Not now ok? Maybe just this one time let me be wrong. Christ.” “Let’s get down to that funky ass nitty gritty boys. I’m proposing an alliance that will go down in the hall of game changers and you guys are already in.” “We are?” They seemed confused but impressed. “You think that Doritos dust was fucking free? Naw dawg this is gargoyle turf and you guys just pay rent here. Remember that in the future. When Tiny Kev needs you, you will know.” As he spoke he put out his blunt on the table. The lights went out again, this time coming back to their original level. No one in the bar batted an eye. Hayes rushed to the bartender and asked, “Where did he go?” With a look of bewilderment, the bartender just said, “Who?” Hayes looked back at the table to see Sean wringing his hands and a smoldering blunt roach on the table. To be continued….

Mm hm, yes it must be very difficult Chandaddy. I mean when you live in one of the most temperate and buffered environments in the world things can be hard. With the next to 0% possibility of actual heat, humidity, tornadoes, hurricanes, flash floods, and thunderstorms the summer is really just the best time to bitch and moan about marginal temperature swings. 80 degrees and 40% humidity? ITS A HEAT WAVE EVERYONE BE CAREFUL AND DONT LET YOUR DOG OUTSIDE WATCH OUT FOR YOUR OLD PEOPLES! GOD DAMMIT DON'T TALK ABOUT POTATOES THAT WAY STEVE.

Whit is from Alabama and you didn't even ask him if he is an Auburn fan or an Alabama fan? Fucking miffed over here.

Thomas would be good on superego.

Is that a lil scattered suns I heard stard?

Hey this is cool and fun and I like jokes but don't talk about potatoes that way theyre p important to me alright great goodbye

Don't make me find a felt tiped pen.

16 Oregon. Going with 16 Oregon tonight.

Sometimes it feels like I'm the last man in the world who values sound penmanship.