Trailer Park Boys Presents: Park After Dark - Episode 14 - Grumpy Pumpy and the Muscletones

Episode Date: July 8, 2019

The Boys are still partying into the weekend - except Julian's lost his precious bottle of rum, and Ricky nearly set Sunnyvale alight with his fireworks display last night! The Boys examine the contents of Ricky's fridge, and discuss the worst kids' names, eating an octopus, and why wombats s**t bricks!

I Put it right the fuck there. Turn her up, Julian! Just a sec, bubs. Here. Alright, alright. We've got an emergency here. Don't turn it off! Listen, I've got a missing bottle of rum here. We need to fucking find it. We drank it last night.

No, we didn't drink it. I fucking hid it so we wouldn't drink it. I gave it away. No, you didn't give it fucking away. Just come on. We gotta do the thing. Babs, if I'm gonna make it through this fucking weekend, I need this fucking rum. We need just two more rums. We need a fucking, we need a night off, man. Your mother's fucking out on auto rum.

No. You said we're gonna party right through until the end of this fucking weekend. We are partying. I'm fucking partying. We already did it. We've been partying all week. July 4th. We'll continue to party until Monday. July 4th was yesterday. We're done. We're not done.

Fuck, man. What are you doing in my house? There's a fucking bottle of rum here somewhere. We drank the fucking rum. No, I didn't drink the fucking thing. Oh, fuck. Ricky, come on. We gotta do the thing. Park after dark. God damn it. Right now? Right now, fuck. Ricky, come on, we gotta do the thing. Park after dark. God damn it, right now?

Right now, bud. Fuck's sakes. Julian, I've never seen anybody get so worked up over a bottle of liquor. It's the expensive kind, bubs. I know, but we can get you more. You fucking better put all this shit back together, man. Well, you better find my fucking rum.

You make it sound like it's the only bottle on earth. How the fuck are you guys even functioning right now? Because I haven't stopped. Once I stop, I'm going to be fucked. So I got to keep her going. Whoa. Plus, I don't do the fucking nearly the amount of drugs you do, Ricky. That's how I'm still going.

Fuck's sakes. You all right? No, I'm not. You look good. You don't smell very good. I don't feel very good. You don't smell good. You smell like rotten apples.

How do you smell like rotten apples? Just sit down, would you, you fucking alcoholic bastard? Who's an alcoholic? Fuck off. You are. All right, done. You owe me a bottle of fucking booze, Rick. I'll get you a bottle of booze. Holy fuck, boys. It's been quite a week. It's been quite a week.

It has been quite a week. The fucking fireworks last night were insane. That was a little fucking crazy, man. Yeah? It'd be more enjoyable if you let them off one at a time. Has anybody heard from Donnie today? He was fucking wild. Next year, you're in charge of the fireworks.

Well, if you light them off one at a time, A, it lasts longer, it's more enjoyable, and it's not terrifying. And you're not going to knock them over and have fucking flames and sparks? Well, he puts them all in a big bin and fucking just throws gas on them and lights them. God, that's called a bomb, Ricky.

That's not going to enjoy fireworks. That's going to fear for your life and lighting an unpredictable bomb on fire. Was that a bad idea? Yes. Well, you know... I just wanted to sit in the lawn chair and one goes up at a time, poof.

Oh, that was a nice one. Poof. Man, I'm telling you right now, you better stop destroying my home. I'm not destroying your fucking home. See, that's what every fireworks place does, though. Like, oh, here, let's make this last. I know, but you can go, oh, look, look at the reds and the blues in that

one. That's, oh, look at the nice colors. And instead, you're running for your life. Diving under the deck. It's exciting though, isn't it? For a minute, but...

You know what? Deep down, everybody that goes to the fireworks is hoping for it to go fucky. That's why they go. They're like,

there's a tiny little chance that something's gonna go fucking fucky here and I want to see it. Oh, fuck, Julian. You'd think you were addicted to crack. I'm not addicted to fucking boo fuck, Julian. You'd think you were addicted to crack. I'm not addicted to fucking booze,

bubs. You'd think you were on crack. This is just a good fucking bottle. Can't sit still. I can't drink the shitty stuff anymore. What the fuck? I don't even remember writing any of this shit. When did I do this? Yesterday. Oh, that was smart. See? Yesterday. See, I took a nap on Wednesday.

That's maybe why I'm... If you need to do smart stuff, you do it before you get fucking hammered. See? Yesterday. See, I took a nap on Wednesday. That's maybe why I'm. If you need to do smart stuff, you do it before you get fucking hammered. There, you happy now? You found a little bit of booze? Here, give me a shot of that. Fuck, you guys are impressing me right now.

That's nice. If I take a sip of that, I will fucking puke. Take a sip. It's fine. You won't puke. No, I can't do it yet. Pussy. All right.

Just like a fucking cracker. All right, you calm down now? You happy? I'm not happy. I don't even know how I'm alive right now. But hey, how's everybody doing? Did we do that yet? No, actually, you do it this time.

What do I say? It's perk after dark. Hey, welcome to perk after dark. We are fucked. We actually stayed up to see the dark go. And then I fell asleep, I guess, on the floor. You actually were only asleep for about 30 minutes okay good that's not bad that's what Eisenstein used to do didn't he not for 30 minutes and get up come up with

formula and go back to sleep in Stein wake up hey this how the world works go back to sleep for half hours I started a fucking napper hey you want to know about space this is the equation no I'm I'm going to go back to sleep. Fuck, he was good. Eisenstein, first of all, is not a person. What is he? And he didn't nap like that. Is he a ball of energy?

No, he's a person, but his name was Einstein, Ricky. It's pretty ironic that people say, you know, when you fuck something up, he's the smartest man maybe that ever lived, but now he's know, when you fuck something up, he's the smartest man maybe that ever lived, but now he's known for when you fuck something up, somebody says, nice going, Einstein. That's true. That's bullshit.

And then he doesn't even get the name right, so what's the irony there? What's the what? The irony? What are you ironing, bud? That's not what he meant. Oh, boys. But Einstein, he was on his deathbed, wasn't he?

And they were going to operate. He was like, nope, that's it, I'm done. I've got to write another formula. No, and he said, that's it. I've done my shit for the world. Well, he's probably sick and people fucking want to keep him alive. How do you solve this problem? For fuck's sakes, just give me a minute.

I've got to have a 30-minute nap. Just give me a year, and I'll figure it out. He was a good one. He was a good one. You know what? I guess he was a real mean bastard, though. Was he? Apparently, he was a real cocksucker.

You probably drove him fucking nuts. He was a real cocksucker to deal with, apparently. What's that psychologist dude? What's his name? Freud? Was that his name? Freud? Is that his name? Sigmund Freud? He was a fuck.

He was on the scoops big time. You know about that guy? They all were on the scoops back then. He's the guy who was cranking her. Opium,

opium. They were all on opium. They were into that. What was his partner? Was it Marx? Sigmund Freud and Karl Marx were not partners.

I thought there was like a duo. What, like a comedy team? I don't know. Freud and Marx. Please, welcome to the stage. What a good time. Freud and Marx. We're all banged up on cocaine.

All ripped on cocaine. Used to give cocaine away as presents to people and shit. Here you go. Happy birthday. What the fuck would their comedy routine be? Freud did lots of acid. Tons of acid. Oh, fuck.

They'd be arguing about what's more important, your mother's vagina or the proletariat. I don't get it, man. I'm sure it was funny. That was a pretty good joke. It wasn't that funny, man. If you said it in words, it made sense to me. Well, if you knew they were, it was funny. That was a pretty good joke. It wasn't that funny, man. If you said it in words, it made sense. Well, if you knew they were, it's funny. All right.

See, we should have did this yesterday when it was July the 4th. We did do this yesterday. No, we didn't. We sat here and drank. We were too fucked up to do this yesterday. But now we're even more fucked up. I'm not as fucked up as I was yesterday. I didn't know where I was yesterday.

I don't even know if we have... We don't have any food. No food. Here's a big fuck-up. You've got food. I probably don't. I don't know what... No.

It's probably all fucking expired, man. Jesus Christ. It's the same food we were eating yesterday yesterday just one day later. Check this out. You know what, people? There's this one dude he had expired food for a whole fucking year to prove that expiration dates have little to do with safety. He's saying it's bullshit. And what happens

to him? Is he dead? No, he ate it. He's healthier than ever, I bet. He's fucking fine, man. Things like yogurt? Bullshit. There's not, you know. Unless you can see fucking mold on it, I say eat it. That's what he's saying. You can also cut it off. You can?

Geez, how many times have I eaten mold? If it smells like your mother's body parts, you don't eat it. And that's what he did. What about your father's body parts? Same thing. Jesus Christ. If it smells disgusting, you don't eat it. That's the rule.

Remember the time you ate the Montreal smoked meat and you thought the jelly on it was like cam, but it was rotten? Oh, God, that's going to make me puke. Remember that, Ricky? Don't talk. You know what we're going to do? I'm going to check out the fridge right now.

I guarantee you there's all kinds of shit that's expired. There's no rum in there. Don't fucking start going through my shit. Well? Those eggs are fine. They're fine, are they? Well, how long do eggs last? They're fine. It's going through my shit. Well. Those eggs are fine. They're fine, are they? Well, how long do eggs last? They're fine.

It's got to be a few weeks. Those eggs are fine. April 7th. Best before April 7th. Think these are good? I still need them. Eggs. I don't know if I'd eat expired eggs.

Well. If you crack them and there's a chicken inside, I guess you wouldn't, but. This fucking juice. I guess you'd know they're a little old. That juice doesn't go bad. It's in one of those never-go-bad containers. This expired in 2016, dumbass.

2016. That's not great. That's not good. You know what? When you mix it with rum and vodka and whiskey, it tastes great. I don't know. Oh, look at this.

See? That's what we're talking about, Ricky. That green shit, you don't want to eat it. It's just a bit of mold. Yeah, but this half is fine. Cheese isn't. Oh, yeah, that's nothing. You just cut that off.

I think cheese is good. Look at this expiry date. Where is it? Fuck, May 5th. Best before... No, September 23rd, 2019. That shouldn't have went moldy. Bring that back.

We're taking that the fuck back. Take that the fuck back. As soon as this is done, we're going to fucking Sensations. Bacon. That's a lot of fucking bacon, man. That was also not paid for, bacon. All right, when did that expire?

Stolen bacon. Oh, look how nicely it flattens down. Hey, do you remember the T-shirt you used to have that said, it had two pigs fucking and it said, making bacon? No. Remember you had that when we were little, or maybe it was your dad? Oh, yeah, I know. It was, yeah, and one of the pigs had a wig on. I don't think the pig had a wig on.

You think of Miss Piggy? No, it was two pigs fucking, and it said, Make and Bake, and maybe it was Ray's shirt. Maybe Ray used to wear that. I can't remember. It was a good shirt anyway, Make and Bake. I like it. Pigs fucking. Fucking Ray.

I don't really understand it though. Look at the fucking crackhead over here. No, it's just, I don't know how many times I had to tell you, don't drink this fucking rum. This is my Friday night fucking rum. I didn't. I'm gonna need it Friday night. You're gonna be like slapping your arm here shortly. You know what, I'll go to the liquor store after we're done here and I'll fucking get you a bottle of rum.

If that's what it's gonna take to make you be a grumpy pumpy. Well, I want the good stuff. What's a grumpy pumpy, Ricky? It's a cranky muscle man. A grumpy pumpy! Fuck off. Oh, that's your new... I'm getting a shirt, man. With your face on it. Grumpy pumpy.

That could be your band name. Grumpy Pumpy. That could be your band name. Grumpy Pumpy and the Muscle Tones. Don't call me Grumpy fucking Pumpy. Grumpy Pumpy and the Muscle Tones. I'm in a good mood, actually, so fuck off. There is some rum in this if you want to have some. No, like I said, I need the good shit. It's not your rum.

It's my rum. What else you got to talk about. No, like I said, I need the good shit. It's not your room. It's my room. What else you got to talk about there, grumpy pumpy? Oh, a flashback. Oh, no. Oh, they... Oh, yeah, I did have a flashback. These stupid fucking idiots. They had a son. Gave birth to a son. They named him Google.

What do you mean they gave birth to a son? Well, the fucking mother gave... Oh, there's the son. You know what? We're going to name this guy Google. They named him Google, hoping it'll give him a fucking leg up in life. You know what? You just got your son beat the... He's going to get beat up every day because of his name. Well, it could have been worse. They could have called him Yahoo.

Or Ben. That's true. Well, Ben's not bad. Ben Crosby. He didn't get bad. He became famous. But Google. Google's a pretty stupid name, but Yahoo's worse. Google's not going to get banged until he He didn't get bad. He became famous. But Google. Google's a pretty stupid name. Google's not going to get banged until he's fucking 50, and he's going to be paying for it.

You can't really shorten it to anything cool. You're like, you wouldn't want to be cool. Goog, Goog. What's up, Goog? What's up, Googs? Googs is not bad. Yeah, Googs is okay. People used to call me Googs, though.

It's because of your goggles. No. But he would get fucking teased. He would be like, hey, what's the deal with this thing? And they'd point him and say, Google it. He'd be fucking just, God, yeah, I would suck. Parents are fucked, man. Look up the worst names given to children.

There was one. I can't remember what it was, but I think it was a Chinese family, and they named their kid like... Penis? Tin Can fucking... Cock? Tin Can stupid fuckface. Worst names? Just unbelievable. Tin Can Cockchoo. I don't know if it was a...

If it was a... Is Cockchoo the last name over there, I wonder? Cockchoo? Yeah. Tin Can Cockchoo the last name over there, I wonder? Cockchoo? Yeah. Tin Can Cockchoo. Worst names in history, man, right here. Steve Shirts. Oh, this chick.

This is a fun... Okay. Their parents are actually... They got a sense of humor. This chick's name was BJ Cobbledick. That's Cobbledick. That's Cobbledick. That's a terrible name. Chardonnay Hooker. This other name for a chick.

Harry Balls. Jolly Mangina. Hey, Jolly. Mangina is the last name? And Balls is the last name? Yeah. That's a cool last name. Jesus. Jesus the last name. And Balls is the last name? Yeah. That's a cool last name.

Jesus Condom. Ricky Balls. You remember Carl Balls. We knew of Balls. Jesus. Carl Balls. Look at that guy. Look at this guy. Jesus Condom.

Jesus Condom? Yeah. That's a good band name, the Jesus Condom. You can tell just by this dude's face. Look at the expression. He's getting into a fight after this fucking photo with somebody. Yeah. And that's Jesus Condom? That's Jesus condom. Look at that, you can tell just by this dude's face, look at the expression, he's getting into a fight after this fucking photo with somebody. Yeah. And that's Jesus condom?

That's Jesus condom. That guy's condom? What kind of a fucking last name is that? That's, that's. I'm talking about first names. How would they be able to have kids? What do you mean? Yeah, you wouldn't think there'd be kids.

Then their last name doesn't work. Hitler Mussolini. Poor fucker. Dick S-M? Ass man. Dick ass man. Okay, I'm done. Those aren't what I was talking about.

There's like first names where people name their kids. The first names are just fucked. Well, those aren't that fucking... They're not great names. No, but Google worst kids first names given by parents. I found out some things, I guess. Don't remember... I don't even remember writing this shit.

How do you write two pages of shit and not remember it? You do it all the time, Ricky. Do you know a German chocolate cake is named after Sam German? Not the country. I always thought German chocolate cake was a fucking German thing. No, just a dude named Sam German came up with it. Now, Black Forest Cake, I believe, is German.

Or is he the German fellow that made that, too? Was Sam German from Germany? It doesn't say. Well, if he was, then it's still German cake. I don't know. Sam German. But fucking Germany's smart. They're like, oh yeah, we'll take that cake over. It's our cake. It's named after our country. I bet you go to restaurants over there, it's all you can get for dessert. German fucking chocolate cake. It's not even theirs. Well, any cake you buy in Germany is a German cake, Ricky. Really.

I mean, I guess, unless it's imported. Have you ate that octopus fucking burger? That was disgusting. I did eat octopus. What the fuck are people talking about? Oh yeah, I forgot about that. You know what, it wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all. The thing is, legs and shit were still moving, man. They were like... They weren't moving, for fuck's sake. I was making them move. This was a freaky one.

He was well dead. Well dead? Was he cooked? Yes, he was cooked. I didn't eat a raw, live octopus on a hamburger right now. No, that wouldn't be as good. Octopus are some of the coolest animals ever they're aliens man no they are aliens they are they've proven it

wow they've proven it that it came from dna on an asteroid or some shit wow i searched up what the fuck kills the most people because I thought snakes or you know sharks why were you searching that Ricky I was I don't know it's just

I thought maybe that's what it was I was trying to do snakes kill more people or do people kill more people and then I thought about sharks I was wrong about it all

mosquitoes yes kill the most fucking people yes they do little fuckers bastards there's one mosquito with you know shitty disease in them he could bite fucking 500 people in a day you know how some people like lick their mosquito bites because they're so itchy and they're fucking

irritated they're licking mosquito piss they bite you they piss on you man those dirty little fuckers how much piss have you yeah you've had a lot of mosquito piss over the years, man. Big time. I look every one of them. You sleep so fucked. Remember the time you passed out with honey on your wiener? With your pants down? And the ants?

Holy fuck. That was not a good day. That was unbelievable. Did you take a picture of that? Corey said you did. I think I did, but I don't know where the picture is. This is fucking trippy. I should be high for this one.

Before color TV, 75% of people dreamed in black and white. Now it's only 12%. And I'm happy to say that I've done it. That doesn't sound right, Ricky. Well, it's on one of those sites that doesn't lie. It's from watching black and white TVs, you mean? They were dreaming black and white? I guess so.

I could see that, actually. That could be true. That could be true, because if, you know, people were just as addicted to TV back then, even more so, because it was a novelty. You're staring at a black and white picture all day. Especially if you're looking at some black and white ladies and you think, ooh, you might want to have a nice thing

about her later. So you were jacking off in black and white? Wow. It's cool if you ask me. Not many people do that, man. 12%. Imagine if you could just turn your eyes, put a filter on them, and you just lived in black and white.

It'd be confusing, though, wouldn't it? No. Why? No, man. I don't know. It would if you were playing Twister. Get it? Yes.

Get it? Or Snooker. Snooker, yeah. Not as good as Twister though. Lame. Twister wasn't that great, man. Twister, well. Just be happy boys aren't wombats. I thank the Lord every day, Ricky, that I'm not a wombat.

Because their poop is cubed. Oh. It's cubed. Oh, that would not be a fun little ordeal. The old hole, snap, and shot syndrome. I held a wombat. You what? I held a fucking wombat.

What are you... Did anything cube-shaped come out on you? No, it didn't. What are you talking about cube shits? Wombats shit cubes. It's cube-shaped. How? That's... ask them.

Their ass fucking somehow forms into a cube and somehow shits it out, which can't be pleasant. Mm-hmm. I held a wombat, a real wombat. And the little cocksucker, he was only about that big, I bet you weighed a hundred pounds. He's as dense as a fucking brick. Oh, man, they do. What? That's so fucked, though. How?

I'm gonna see if I can find the footage of me holding a wombat, and we're going to put it in here. So riddle me this. Would a gay wombat have a square cock? I don't think so, man. These are the things you think about, Ricky. This is... Like, why?

Why would you think of that? Because... I know, it's from shapes, going into it. Yeah, he's basically thinking at the level of building blocks and shapes. Well, if it was a triangle-shaped cock, then there would be no wombat in Scabats. Would a gay wombat have a square cock? They'd have to use... These are the riddles...

Other means. These are the riddles... Other means. These are the riddles that plague the universe. I'll search it, man. Fuck. Whoa. But I mean, his partner would only be used to square shapes going in and out of there. It's like, what the fuck is up? That's Wombat shit.

There you go. It's like little cubes. fuck is up? That's wombat shit. There you go. It's like little cubes. They're like little fucking... See, people obviously make the mistake those for little candy chocolates and eat them all the time. Oh, you totally would. Yeah, put those...

Holy fuck, who dropped all these chocolates? Who dropped all these chocolates at the wombat conservatory? It's cube-shaped so they can mark their fucking territory? But why? Well, if you're a cheetah and you're walking along and you're like, oh, only wombats, shit those, I better get the fuck out of here. Are wombats tough?

Not really, no. Well, no, they're not going to worry about that. They're very cuddly, actually. I was cuddling them. I got his belly like a big kitty. At first I thought they maybe, they'd have a square anus. But no. There's your, that answers your question. It forms in the stomach.

They don't have a square anus. How would you shit it? Like imagine shitting on a cube, a Rubik's Cube. I'm sure it's fucking not like. A mini Rubik's Cube or a full size. For a human, it'd probably be full size, would it? It'd be soft, though. It's not going to be...

That's fucking weird, man. It still comes out square. It's not soft enough that it makes it into a cylinder. If they were smart, they would have used a triangle. At least there's a gradual slope. Yeah. I can't believe I'm reading up on this shit. Yeah. I can't believe I'm reading up on this shit.

Uh... Yeah, their intestines stretch out a little bit more. I don't know what to tell you, boys. I bet you they'd be so happy if they could just master getting a nice cigar-shaped, tapered-end smoothie. Oh, man, imagine if just for one day they could have those. It'd be like, oh, my God, this is so much better. Why?

Boys, what in the fuck did we smoke? Don't know, man. How long have we been talking about wombat shit? Way too long. It must have been the brownies. They're still going. Three days later. Oh, they're cute little fuckers, though, huh?

Well, I'm telling you, I held one. I had him right on my lap. And he's only about this big, but he was about 100 pounds because he's just like a fucking baloney log. In Australia. Is that where they're from? I believe so. I held one in Australia.

You know it's illegal to own a bunny rabbit in Australia as a pet unless you're a magician? What? I don't know. Who fucking told you that? What? I don't know. Who fucking told you that? Maybe, I don't know, maybe that's not true. You're just high, man.

No, I think that is true, I don't know. I don't know where these things come from in my brain. My brain's like a dryer, just jumbles things around. Google that, well you say, can you own a rabbit in Australia? I'm just, I'm trying, waiting for this thing to, look. No, see, sometimes your little smart machines aren't as smart as they need to be are they

yeah they're well yeah this is a new fact paper bags aren't any better for the environment than plastic ones what the they're not nope you gotta kill trees gotta kill trees man well that's a soccer isn't it next time i catch a mouse in the bottom of the uh kitchen Next time I catch a mouse in the bottom of the kitchen, I'm going to try and experiment, because according to this, a can of Mountain Dew can dissolve a mouse. What?

That's what they're claiming. So we're going to fucking put that one to the test. Maybe next... What is this called? Parshat Katark. Parshat Kat dark, man. You know what? And you can also put tools like rusty fucking wrenches into a can of Coke. Yeah.

Clean some right off. Let's test it. A Coke will eat a nail. It'll dissolve a nail, right? We should be testing. We should be doing tests. And that's what you're putting in your fucking muscular guts. Jesus.

Dissolve. Maybe you are the man of steel. Grumpy Pumpy. What do you call me? Grumpy Pumpy, man. Grumpy Pumpy. This is a cool one. Grumpy Pumpy and the Musseltones.

All week at the Legion. Richard Nixon once smuggled a suitcase full of weed through the airport for Louis Armstrong. I knew that. Right before he went on the moon, probably. Or no, he's the guy that won all the bike races. No, that's Lance Armstrong. Fuckin' Jesus, there's too many of them. Louis Armstrong's a famous jazz musician.

Which one was the little toy he made after? Stretch Armstrong. Yes. Stretch Armstrong, Neil Armstrong, Lance Armstrong, and Louis Armstrong. You got them all fucked up. Are they all the same person? No. Who smuggled it?

Richard Nixon. Nixon smuggled weed for Louis Armstrong. You know what he was doing? He was showing off. Yeah. I'm the fucking president. Watch this. I'm the president. They won't search me. I bet what he was doing? He was showing off. Yeah. I'm the fucking president. He said, watch this, I'm the president. They won't search me.

I bet you it was wicked weed. No, it wouldn't have been. Why not? Because it's old 60s weed. In fact, the 60s wasn't great, I don't think. I don't know, man. No, ask anybody. Could have been laced with something,

like fucking acid or something. Well, it could have been, I suppose. Acid weed. Louis Armstrong. Yes, sir. Do you guys remember watching the news last night? Or no, maybe it was

the night before. There was that weird story about a fox that he walked from Norway to Canada. Ricky? That's impossible, man. It was on CBC. It's a pretty good one.

You could walk it if you... Wow, fuck, I don't know. You had a fucking... They had some sort of tracking... Freeze, man. ...tracking device on the little fucker. He was an arctic fox and he left Norway. But how did he walk?

Oh, I think it was ice flows and shit. What was he eating? Did he pack a kit bag? He must have had a little knapsack full of beef jerky or something. I don't know. Maybe fish? Can you fish off of an ice? Not if you're a fox. Unless he fucking nibbled on some carcass, some seal carcass or something.

Well, they don't... He's a fucking magic fox, maybe. But I know he went from Norway, got on some ice, walked to the edge of that, probably hopped like a little frogger, got on some other ice, probably met some polar bears and carcasses and shit along the way to nibble on. Then he got to Greensland, and then he got on another ice, and then he ended up in Canada. Wow.

And they thought he was dead just floating around, but they found him and Little Fucker's life. Jesus Murphy. Magic Fox. It's incredible, man. I'd like to try that. It's like the Louis Hobo shit right there. I'd love to do a journey like that. You'd probably survive.

You'd like to journey from Norway to Canada on ice floes. Just using ice. You should do that, man. You should try it. We should film it. Give it a shot. Fucking Fox could do it. People should be able to. that, man. You should try it. We should try it. We should film it. Give it a shot. A fucking fox could do it. A people should be able to.

No, man. Well, maybe, but I don't think you could do it. If I had enough drugs, enough beef jerky, you wouldn't need water because you're floating on water. Just drink that. I'm done. I don't't know It might be possible And a little dip net To catch some fresh fish

You can go with them Fucking Boys I'm hitting The fucking wall here I'm going to bed I'm looking for my Fucking rum We drank the

We didn't fucking drink it You were asleep We found it So you drank it then Well That's what we said We drank it Me and Rick I didn't have much of it. So you drank it then. Well, that's what we said. We drank it. Me and Rick.

I didn't have much of it, just so you know. But I will go to the liquor store as soon as I wake up from my 30-minute Eisenstein nap and get you a bottle of rum so you can shut the fuck up. Randy was here, and Randy had a good portion of it. All right. I don't even give a fuck. Just get me some rum when I wake up. That'll be cool.

Good night. I'm going to do the sleeping on an airplane trick.