Trailer Park Boys Presents: Park After Dark - Episode 46 - Blue Suede Shoes

Episode Date: April 12, 2021

One for the money two for the show, three to get wasted, let's f**king go! The Boys get learnt about living in a simulation, the world's smartest dogs, and why gender reveal parties can f**k right off. Also: Julian spends Jeff Bezos' scrilla!

Holy shit, man. In the zone, man. You're like a fucking Atari asteroid ninja. Bubs. What? Is there such a thing as Atari asteroid, like, tournaments now? You can make some money? Yes.

We should get Ricky into it because on the buzz on meter, if he's an 8, he can't fucking die in this game. 8's perfect, man. 8 is the perfect buzz on. You know it's just in demo mode, right? That's not in demo mode. It's in demo mode. He's not even playing. What? So I think 8's too high for you to beat. What do you mean he's not playing? He's fucking in demo mode. It's in demo mode. He's not even playing. What?

So I think eight's too high. What do you mean he's not playing? He's fucking blowing up asteroids. No, he's not. It's in demo mode, I believe. Do you want to turn around and take a look? No, because I want to do this. That is fucking actual gameplay, man.

One for the money, two for the show. He's got nine players. Three to get ready. Let's fucking go, don't you? Step on my blue suede shoes. He's way better at this game with you now, Bubbs. I'm telling you, man, this is like...

It's Carl Perkins' birthday today, boys. Who cares? Carl Perkins. Who the fuck is that, man? Blue suede shoes, Ricky. Oh, I know Shoes, Ricky. Oh, I know that song, Elvis. No, Carl Perkins.

Didn't Elvis fucking do Blue Suede Shoes? He sang it, but Carl Perkins wrote it. Well, he was a lot fucking better, you know, singing the song. Carl Perkins was unbelievable. Elvis destroyed them though, man, and his version was way better. Elvis was more famous, sure. But Carl Perkins was Carl Perkins. Did he get banged a lot or what?

I bet you did. Nice. I believe he owns the Perkins ice cream franchise, too. Maybe not. Are you guys going to come do the fucking show or what? Yes, but he's got nine players, man. There's no fucking pause on this. He's got nine players, man. There's no fucking pause on this. Well, too bad.

All right. Fuck! All right, I died. First fucking death. 38,000, eight players. What a fucking waste, man. Well, I must say I'm happy that you guys are here today. So did that fucking tool Randy. Yeah, how was that? Fun? I didn't like that you guys locked us in the trailer.

I mean, it worked, I guess. It was sort of... He's lucky that was a good burger. I would have fucking killed him. One for the money, two for the show. Fucking show's still fucked. What happened? Fucking Randy. From when you were fighting him? Yeah, dislocated my fucking shoulder.

Word has it around the park is that you guys are pretty good fucking buddies now. You're tight. He wants to fucking have a cooking show, and I'm not really feeling that, because I'll probably end up fighting him every goddamn show, but... Sounds like you're almost like you're in a relationship, kind of. We would come up with some pretty good shit to eat, I think. Wouldn't starve to death, that's for sure. Might die.

Crest growl. I think. Wouldn't starve to death, that's for sure. Might die. With your fucked-up-edness and his... fattery. You could probably come up with some good... dishes. Fuck. I'm hard on the liquor, boys. Can't believe it's April 9th. Yeah, that's about what? Eight, six ounces. Yeah, but I just cracked it fuckin' four minutes ago.

Jesus, Buffs. I'm putting a good dent in her. I'll keep it going. I'm not fuckin' ready for bed yet. Even though it is morning. Cheers, boys. Cheers. Cheers boys. Cheers. Well it's almost like Wayne Gretzky Day because April 9 is the 99th day of the year. Unless it's a leaper year then it's 11th. It should be Wayne Gretzky Day. Or it could be Bubbles Gretzky. And actually, in 1989, or 1987, I guess it was,

Wayne scored seven points in one Stanley Cup game. Fuck. That's a lot of points in one game. Not too many people doing that these days. And nobody still believes that I had 99 before him. Like, I know he fucking took that from me, that bastard. Well, he's been here from me, that bastard. He's been here. I always wore 99.

From the time I was a little guy. But, Bob, you wear 99 doesn't mean shit. No, but he probably heard about it. It means millions of fucking dollars. You should have patented it, man. You should have. He probably heard about my skills. He didn't hear. He might have. There's no way, man. You should have. He probably heard about my skills. He didn't hear. He might have.

There's no way, man. He had his finger on the pulse back then. He was in Brantford, Ontario back then and there's no way he's going to hear about you being up there. He may have come down on a little school trip or something and happened to be in a road hockey arena.

Saw me and was like, you know what? That's catchy. That's a brand. How many goals did you score in your entire career? I don't know. A lot. Four or five thousand, probably. Four, come on.

Four or five thousand. You and I were constantly scoring. On an empty net. During practice. I'm talking like in a game. On an empty net, during practice. I'm talking like in a game. Oh, in a game it wouldn't be that many. You probably didn't get seven points in one game. No, definitely not.

I got seven points in a game before. Yeah, I mean, if you're just counting goals in games and not practices, probably. Football, maybe, but I don't know about hockey. I never played football. Yeah, when did you ever play fucking football? I don't know, man. You scoring seven points in hockey? I don't know. I'd have to be there to believe you. Not a fucking chance. Remember you wanted to try out for the football team? They said you were too huge. You'd kill the other kids.

I just didn't go to school. That's one major problem. Still pass, though. They said you were too big, too muscular. You'd kill people. Oh, that's good vodka right there, boys. What kind of vodka is it? It's that blue lobster stuff, but I think it might be homemade now. I think... Yeah be homemade now.

I think. Yeah, that's fucking straight up shine. Yeah, that's not. Yeah, that's shine. Shiny, whiny. Fucking stinks, bud. Shiny, whiny. Well, it's a one for the money.

Wow, man. You know what? They discovered the fucking perfect-shaped pasta. Both fucking time. Plasma? Pasta. Pasta. The pasta. The spaghetti.

The pasta. What do you mean the perfect shape? Perfect shape, man. Buddy spent three years doing it, and he came up with it. What is it? What's the perfect shape for? Ramming it up your ass? No.

It's all about a fucking noodle that can hold the sauce. It's like a boat. The way it fucking crunches or whatever. It's a surface area problem. That's it. Looks like a slide or something. That is kind of boat-like. Is it?

So it holds the sauce in its boat-like appendage? Yeah, it's the perfect fucking noodle, man. I don't know if I want a noodle that holds that much sauce. It is a good-looking noodle. No, but it might be like a... What if that was a Kraft Dinner noodle? Would you eat it? I might not. What's it called?

Come on. It's called a fucking... You better have a good name or I'm not buying it. Cascatelli. Cascatelli. Cascatelli. Cascatelli. Like a cascat?

Cascatelli. Cascatelli. I'm not feeling it. a cascatelli. Cascatelli. I'm not feeling it. No, I'm not either, Ricky. I don't want little casket noodles shooting red sauce blood in my mouth. I feel like I was eating human remains. It's about the texture, man. The perfect bite.

It feels like a Botta Pacini or something. Botta Pacini. I don't know. It's a Slidabatini. A Bota Pacini or something. Bota Pacini. I don't know. A Slider Patini. A Bota Pacini, see? I would eat that. A Cascatelli. So it's a name.

You don't like the fucking name? I don't like the concept. It's going to have too much sauce. You're going to bite it and it's going to squirt. It's not going to squirt. It's going to slide. It's like it'll slide down, man. No.

It's going to fucking splatter in your mouth. No, it's gonna shoot. If there's too much sauce on the down pressure point of the noodle, it's gonna go. It's not gonna like gush out of your fucking mouth. It might. Eat with your mouth closed. Did you ever think of that? Well, yeah, but I mean when you're putting the fork in your fucking mouth, you have to have the cocksucker open, don't you?

Sometimes there's nothing you can do with that stuff. It's like when you're biting into a cob of corn. She might blow up and hit the person next to you. You just don't know. A cob of corn, Ricky. So what are you saying? You don't want to eat corn? Why would a cob of corn shoot out of your mouth? Corn around people? Sometimes if those little kernels, if they hold juices and shit,

and you take a bite and it goes, just fucking gushing. Just like Julian's mom. Just like Randy. That's probably what you're thinking about right now. How did you know Randy was a gusher? Randy's a gusher? You just said he was.

These fucking gender reveal parodies, like, we've got to put an end to them. They're out of control, man. They're causing shit to happen bad. Like, a big fire that stirred from one of them. Now, two cocksuckers in Cancun, Mexico were killed. Killed. They hired a plane to fly over and dump its little powder.

So, dumped this pink powder, because I guess they were having it abroad. And the plane crashed. Two pilots died. Right in the fucking water. Right in the party, yeah. Into the party. Oh, no. Right beside the party. They were on the beach, and it went into the fucking drink.

So it went from, oh, you're having a girl. Congratulations. Congratulations. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. drink. So it went from Oh! You're having a girl! Congratulations! Oh fuck! Way to go! You hired those pilots and now they're dead! You could have just did it with

an envelope with some confetti in it. Same effect. You could have just gone on stage and said, guess what? It's a girl. Let's fucking drink. Let's get drunk. Yeah, that's what I'm saying. Nobody's life put in danger. That's horrific. It's fucking dumb.

But I mean, the pilot's probably on their next flight. There was probably a malfunction, and it was going to happen anyway. But maybe not. Maybe they were rushed to get up there. Probably. And didn't do their proper flight checks. I'd say the pink powder got into some electronics. Oh you think the powder's actually what killed them? It's an awful big coincidence and I don't believe in them. You don't believe in coincidences? Nope. So just wait that's weird on so many levels, Ricky.

If you don't believe in coincidences, then you believe everything is... They needed to add something to make it happen. But I think that's a coincidence. You know what? He could be like a conspiracy theorist kind of dude that... Oh, do you think? He doesn't understand even what that is. I only believe what's real. So what's not real?

I don't know. But if you don't believe in coincidences, then you believe that everything that happens was predestined. Predetermined, right? And it happens, everything happens for a specific reason. See, I am the opposite. Once in a while, there might be one that squeaked through, but- Like a fluky goal.

That's like a- Yeah, but who's the gatekeeper on those? Who let it sneak through? Someone's running this whole fucking thing, aren't they? Someone's running this whole thing. So you think we're like in the Matrix? Could be a Matrix. Could be a lady upstairs.

See, I believe that's possible, for sure. That we're in a simulation. Very possible. See, shit like this makes me believe we're in a simulation. Very possible. If we see shit like this makes me believe we are in a simulation. You go to the shopping mall, you buy some shit, you come back, you get in your car, you're driving along like, hmm, what's that buzzing sound?

You turn around, there's 15,000 bees in your fucking car. What? Yeah. Did that happen? New Mexico, man, this guy guy went shopping came back to his car and there's 15 000 bees in it well see that's that's a weird one that's almost seems you know what else is what's even weirder about that thing the cop that came there is actually a beekeeper and he was like fucking awesome really i'm taking all these bees and I'm bringing them to my fucking little bee place. My hive. So he saved the bees.

He saved the bees, man. I like that guy. I'd like to go hang out with him and have a beer. But you think that's what proves we're in a simulation? The bees? What, do you think 15,000 bees are just gonna say, fuck, look at that Buick. Set up shop. Does seem odd. So you think there's someone pressing the button saying, check this shit out, man. Add bees, yes, please.

15,000 of them in his Buick. Just to fuck with them. God, I wish I was running it. I'd do shit like that all the time. How can I be in charge of the Simmo? Yeah, but you're talking about a lot of fucking things happening like every second around the world, man. But...

That's quite the fucking... Wait. What? How do you know that? Oh, Jesus, bubs. Because when you play a simulation game, there's only what's... How do you know what's around us is the only thing that's actually happening in your simulation right now?

You don't. No, I don't. Is COVID part of the simulation? Could very well be. You know, they just throw in a pandemic to see how everybody reacts. Fucking Ontario and D.C. and Alberta are fucking bad again, man. I'm glad we're here. If I have to go live in the woods again, you know what?

It's getting warmer. It wouldn't be that bad. It wouldn't be that bad, actually. No, it wouldn't be that bad. I was thinking we should maybe do that at some point. Set up a little, like, you know. This time we needed to camp together, though. I can't be by myself.

I started to go a little crazy. The ducks started talking to camp together, though. I can't be by myself. I started to go a little crazy. The ducks started talking to me and different animals. That wasn't good. I thought it was great. You should build a fucking tree fort, man. That's what we need to do. A big one.

Three bedroom. Two or three levels. A three bedroom tree fort. That's basically a log cabin, boys. Which is my specialty. Okay, well. Okay, I thought you were going to be against it. Oh, I'll build a fucking log cabin like you've never seen.

Did you hear about the South African official that he was on a parliamentary Zoom call? And he's talking away and his wife came up behind him. She's naked. Nice. Like, you can see a little too much there But I guess it wasn't the first time It happened either

She must be like One of those people That likes to That's awesome Show off her nakedness Just likes to walk around naked Oops Sorry guys

I just stumbled in front of the laptop again Naked Just going to get something to eat What do they call those people? Exhibitionists Yes That's not what I was going to think And the people that like to look What do they call those people? Exhibitionists. Yes. That's not what I was going to think.

And the people that like to look are the voluers. That would be us. Are you a voluer, Ricky? Is there any other words for it? Well, yes. I believe in the 50s they were called peeping Toms. I'm not a peeping Tom. Creepy fucks. No, that's just the ones that creep up the windows and peek in windows, but ones that just like to...

I don't know what the actual definition of a voyeur is. Isn't that what one is? Like he's like from an apartment. No, I don't think that's a boy here. That's a creep Riddle me this if you're going up to house and you're fucking look on the windows like this and you happen to see a naked Lady, but you're just really scouting the house it to see if there's anything good inside to break in and steal You you fucked up because you're gonna be a creepy fuck You're not there to steal anything. You're there to fuck the whole world. Well, it depends.

When you see it, do you go, oh, fuck, look at that, and you wipe the window off? Or do you go, oh, fuck, and you take off? What do you think he's going to do? Well, he's going to crank one off, probably. I don't mean that, Bob. Well, I don't know. But if the police come, you're being like a peeping Tom. You're not like, you breaking into places.

Because you're sort of innocent, but you're sort of guilty of something else that you're not being accused of. Fuck. How about this as a solution? Don't break into people's houses. Therefore, you won't be up creeping looking in their windows to see how to break in. Okay, well, don't have better stuff than me. Well, that doesn't... I'm going to write a list of everything I own, and if somebody has something better,

that's their problem, isn't it? Hmm. That doesn't follow the same logic, Ricky. Well, it all depends on what you want. That's not logical. Well, it's... Nobody can have nicer stuff than me, or I'm allowed to rob you if you do. How does that fucking work?

Well, the world should be fair, and it should be equal. Well, that's a whole different argument there, Ricky. Why else would you rob? Well, I guess money. But see, why did... Yeah, see, the world's not fair. The equal thing, like, fuck that. If we're like billionaires, come on.

Maybe we'll throw some cash around a bit, but... Yeah. So you, you don't... You would be... If you could switch places with Jeff Bezos and be the richest man in the world... Yeah. Definitely. Would you give a lot of money away? Yeah. Definitely. Would you give a lot of money away? Yeah.

What's a lot? Define a lot. But the thing is, there's ways of giving away money to do good things, but there's also ways to profit from doing good things with the money.

So you've got $150 billion in your bank account. How much are you giving away? $150? I'd give away $50. $150 billion in your bank account. How much are you giving away? $150? I'd give away $50. $50 billion? $50 billion. No, you wouldn't.

Yes, I would. You're so full of shit. $50 billion easy, man. I'd give it all away because if I didn't, I'd be dead. You know what? Check this out. You know that big fucking island that's floating out in the middle of the ocean that's all plastic? You want to buy it?

It would take a billion dollars to fucking get rid of it? Yeah. Here's a billion bucks. Go get the fucking island out of here. Well, see, that's good. Hunger? Let's get rid of hunger. They said how much would it take?

Like a billion bucks would fucking put a big chunk into that. Here you go. Well, that's the thing. I mean, how much to get rid of homelessness? They said it was like not that much. It wasn't much at all, man. Bye-bye. Get rid of it.

Here, take it. Why doesn't Jeff Bezos just fucking write that check right away? There, nobody's homeless anymore. I just bought everybody a fucking house. And I still have $148 billion. Give him a receipt. Fucking here you go for a billion dollars. Does he fly around the world and pick up hookers and get high on blow?

Or what does he do? I don't believe so. He's married now, man. He just got married, didn't he? I don't know anything about the man. I don't think he's even the richest anymore. I think it's Elon. He's probably.

Yeah, I think it is. Elon Musk is even richer. I believe. He's probably smart. It'd be hard to talk to him. He'd be. Yeah, I think it is. Elon Musk is even richer. I bet he is. He's probably smart. It'd be hard to talk to him. He'd be way smarter than us. Who? One of those rich guys.

Elon smoked some dope with Joe Rogan. Elon Musk smokes dope. Can you imagine if. I would love to see Ricky sitting at a table high with fucking Elon. So would I. So I would be like amazing. I guess. You might come up with something that would freak him out.

And all of a sudden he's got a company going because you suggested it. Baked. All right. That's what I'm going to do today. Okay. Let's try to get to a level where I come up with the idea. Think away, buddy. And hopefully Elon's watching this right now and we can tell him your idea, and he'll invest in it.

Speaking of investing, did you see, have you been tracking how many fucking chips I'm selling at the farmer's market? No. I sold out. I can't make them fast. Do you have any now? Because those chips are awesome. I need some.

We're sold out, Ricky. I've got to make enough fast. Are you keeping records now? Because those chips are awesome. I need some. We're sold out, Ricky. I gotta make enough fast enough. Are you keeping records of this, writing it down? Oh, sort of. I mean, I just make as many as I can. Let me take care of the numbers. No, you can take care of the numbers, but I've been talking to the people, just so you know. Who?

The chip people that you- The company. Yeah, remember you phoned them? You've been dealing with them? I had a call with them. And what's the scoop? They're very impressed with my numbers at the market. Bubbs, you're supposed to let me handle this part of the business. They called and I answered the phone and...

We could get chips in stores. Then we'll be like the next Elon. Oh, I think it's possibly gonna happen. Did you talk about money with these people? A little bit. A little bit? I said my partner Julian would have to talk to you first and he's gonna want a lot more than that.

That's all I said. Did you agree to do anything sexual? To the chip people? Yeah. No, Rick. Okay, good. Good. Why would I? But No, Rick. Okay, good. Good. Why would I?

But like, they're a big company, man. They're having a little negotiation and then they let something slip like that and it just fucks everything up.

It either does good stuff or it's like, no. Give us an example. I can't believe you said that. You saw that in a movie, Rick. Well, it was based on a true story, wasn't it? No, it wasn't.

What movie is he talking about? He's talking about one of those fucking 80s crime movies. I forget which one. It might have been an episode of Chips, I forget. It was Chips. It was Chips. Eric Estrada was investigating

the company. Ironically, isn't it? Chips, Chips. That's probably isn't it? Chips, chips. That's probably how it would get, like, triggered in your brain. Maybe. I never even thought of that, chips. I've never thought of them as chips. They could have been, they should have did a spinoff animated series where they were cops, but they were potato chips. Potato chip cops.

I bet you they were selling fucking potato chips. Chips were never selling chips. They should have been. They missed out there. What would the flavors have been? Punch. Punch is punch. What was his name?

Poncherello. Poncherello, yeah. John would just have to be playing because he was lame. Yeah, he was just a... But Eric Estrada was a spicy number, wasn't he? Spicy number. Oh, he was a spicy number. He had a bit of spice, too.

Yes, he was spicy. No, I don't think they had chips, man. Stupid. They never had chips. What would they be? California Highway Patrol flavor. What would that be? Asphalt and fucking-

Ocean breeze. Rosemary and sage. Smog. Oh, smog flavored chips would be awful. Did you see the Russian reporter that was trying to do a little weather update saying there's some warm weather coming and this fucking dog comes out of nowhere and jumps up and takes her handheld mic and fucking gone. That's awesome. Yeah, she would have chased the little bastard.

I wonder if they trained him to do that. It seemed like it might have been set up. I don't know. I might have to call it bullshit. It was pretty fucking funny. If it was a cat doing it, that'd be bullshit. Dog? I could see a dog doing that.

Not trained or trained to do it. Dogs are smarter than you think. Dogs are really smart. Some dogs. Not many. Bops. Dogs are not as smart as you think. Little Sobo.

Smart dog. Smartest dog in the world. Look it up in the smart box. Little Sobo was not real. The dog was fucking real. It was based on true stories. The dog was not based on true stories, Ricky. There was a German shepherd that crossed Canada

looking for his fucking family that lost him, and somebody followed him and documented different things he did along the way. Ricky. So when he fucking figured out the time the Russian spies were trying to infiltrate the town, and he figured it out by reading documents that he found in a filing cabinet. They probably Hollywooded some of it up a little bit. He parachuted into a fucking isolation camp with medicine, Rick. It wasn't fucking shot in Hollywood, man.

It was shot in where? Shot in Ontario, I believe. I mean, Littlest was a smart dog, but most of the stuff he did was just trained stuff. Why was he called Littlest Hobo? Because he was pretty fucking big for a dog. He wasn't like a goddamn Balmerian. His name was Littlest.

Hobo. His last name was Hobo. The top seven smartest fucking dogs in the world. Go. No, you're gonna guess. Oh. Labrador Retriever. Are you talking about breeds? That's number seven. For real. Breeds? Yes.

German Shepherd. German Shepherd. Okay, that is number three. Oh, I'm getting close. Bubs? Fucking. I don't know. They're all shitty.

Just play the game with us. Smartest dog? Yes. Mr. Peabody. No, the breed. Oh. Uh. Come on guys. What the fuck is the- Jack Russell Terrier. Nope. Oh, they're- really? Cause they're fucking smart little bastards. Nope. What about the pointer guy? The German pointer. Doberman? No. Well, the Doberman's number five. I'm helping you guys out here.

How's about... What's a smart dog that runs around? Beagle. No, Golden Retriever. That's number four. God damn it. Now I need to figure this out. Here we go.

Shetland Sheepdog is number six. We've got one or two left, boys. What are those cattle wrangling ones? Oh. Australian fucking... Shitbags. Is it? No.

No, man. Don't get too fucking technical. All right. It's cattle herding. Okay, how's about a poodle? Number two. What? What is number one? Come on, boys. Poodle noodle. two. What? What is number one? Come on, boys.

Poodles are smart. Poodles are smart. Poodle noodle. Give us a hint. We kind of talked about this guy. No, we didn't. This guy? Pomeranians.

Nope. They're too small to be smart. Their brains aren't big enough. How's a boat? Newfoundland dog. No, man. Irish wolfhound. No. Greyhound. No.foundland dog. No, man. Irish Wolfhound. No.

Greyhound. No. Whippet. No. Beagle. No. Spaniel. No.

Cocker Spaniel. Pitbull. No, man. No. Yeah, Pitbulls are dumb. Rottweiler. No. Oh, what are those other English Bulldog?

No, they're dumb. Bullmaster. You were getting close, Rick. Shit, baby. All right, hit me with it. Hit me with your best shot. How big of a dog are we talking? Not big. Oh, fuck.

That big? It is a medium-sized dog. That eye. So, Shetland. A Shetland pony. Don't. Shetland cheap dog, man. That was number six.

But this is right there, man. You're right there It's the one is the herding cocksucker. Yeah What do they call border collie? You're right? smartest dog on the border call really yeah, yes They are pretty fucking smart smart as fuck. Yes, Dave They're a handful because they can work in teams.

I've seen them work in teams. So if I were to get a dog, I would get one. That way you'd never be able to fucking diss it. And you'd have to love it. No, I wouldn't be mean to it, but I mean, it wouldn't be, even if you got the smartest border collie there was, he wouldn't be as smart as my kiddies. Not even close. Okay.

Let's see who got born on fucking April the 9th. Hugh Hefner. God. He had a fucking pretty good life. Hugh Hefner? Yeah. Oh, he had a... Oh, and his son was born on this date, too.

Hugh was born 1926. His son was born in 1990. That's some pretty planned bangin'. He was a little older. 26 to 90. Yeah, he was a little older. His son was born in 1990. That's some pretty planned bang. He was a little old. 26 to 90. Yeah, he was a little old. So what's 30 to 90? 62?

Oh, yeah, he was 62. Carl Perkins, you know him? No, man. We talked about him, Ricky. Yeah, we did. Oh, yeah. I was a bit foggy back then. He wrote the Elvis song. Yeah. One did. Oh, yeah. It was a bit foggy back then. He wrote the Elvis song. Yeah. One for the money, two for the show.

Dennis Quaid. Someone likes him a lot. Dennis is good, man. He's a good actor. Inner Space. Remember that movie? Fucking love that movie where he shot balls of fire. Jack Villeneuve.

Jack Villeneuve. Remember Inner Space when he took control of American shorts eyeballs? Yeah. Oh, fuck. You know this guy. Jay Baruchel. It's his fucking birthday today. Jay Baruchel.

I didn't know that. Oh, Jay Baruchel. Kristen Stewart. And Little Nas X. Little Nas X. Little Nas X. Take my horse to the old town road. I'm going to ride through the night. Take my horse down to something road.

Jesus, Buffs. Look up the fucking lyrics to that. At least know what you're singing instead of doing that all night. Him and Billy Joe Cyrus. Yeah. Rick. Billy Joe Cyrus was in Green Day. All right, you know what?

I'm the fuck out of here, boys. Are you? Where are you gonna go? Doesn't look like Darren. Just drive bubs crazy. You go get a border collie. We need to get a border collie. just drive bubs crazy. You go get a border collie. We need to get a border collie. How much do you got to-

Hook those things up to its brain and tell him to come up with the next billion dollar idea. We could try. You might've just came up with it, Ricky. That's, that could be it. A brain analyzer.