Trailer Park Boys Presents: Park After Dark - Episode 92 - My Concrete Car

Episode Date: May 15, 2017

The Boys are in a great mood now that the SwearNet.com dicks have stepped up their catering game for the podcash. They chat about Bruce McCulloch’s birthday, concrete cars, and Ricky cooks up a scheme to design a bluetooth parasite that can be used to control tunas. That’s right.  Episode 92 is brought to you by the Official Trailer Park Boys Store and the Boys' own Freedom 35 lager, now available across Nova Scotia, Ontario and Alberta!    

Okay, Ricky. I don't know if it was the fucking complaining or freaking out, but man, look at this shit. I know. This is great. Who did this, you? It wasn't me. It must have been the people here. What the fuck are these things? You did good, Ricky. Look at this fucking...

What is that? What kind of chip is that? This is like some kind of a popcorn. Look at these pepperoni cocks. Why is it so shiny? What's that, Ricky? Three cocks of pepperoni? Four cocks? That's about three, three and a half. That's a good cock right there. That's a nice cock of pepperoni. Good size.

Why is it so fucking shiny? Why is it shiny? Is it oily? Do you oil that up? It's just breathing. Did you move up your pepperoni, Ricky? It's just breathing a little bit, all right? And when it breathes, it gets a little shiny. It's breathing.

You can pull that off if you want. Caught me a little sliver. These are popcorn chips, Julian. Popcorn chips? Yeah, try one, Ricky. How's that work? It's weird, man. It's weird shit. Orville Swollen Cocker. Do you want some pepperoni? No, no, no. I don't want that shit. Fucking asshole. Here, Julian, have a little nib. I'm a great fan. Have a little nib. I'm eating some popcorn chips. All right, we gonna get this going? How does a popcorn chip work?

It's... I don't know. I wish the viewers could understand how good that fucking pepperoni is. That's not like pepperoni you get anywhere else. Look at the color of that shit. How fresh it is. People are used to those little hot rod skinny little ones. Yeah, no, this is homemade fucking brothers from Halifax. This is homemade brothers pepperoni from where we live. I wish people could taste that. Fuck, that's good. It is fucking good. Jesus Murphy, that's good. It is fucking good.

Jesus Murphy, that's good pepperoni. No wonder you're addicted to it. A popcorn chip. Yeah, what do they do? They mash up all the popcorn, then form them into, you know... They must, I guess, because this doesn't look anything like a popcorn.

It kind of looks something like a popcorn if you fucking mush it all up. It's weird, man. It doesn't really taste like a popcorn either. fucking mush it all up. It's weird, man. It doesn't really taste like a popcorn either. No. It tastes like a chip, Ricky. It's from Orville Snow and Cocker.

Did it? All right, should we get this going? Yeah. All right, let's go on, fuckers. This is the official Trailer Park Boys podcast. I got popcorn chips in my throat. What number? I don't know.

Take it over. It is number... 92. 91, I think, isn't it? It just says 92. I don't know if that's right, though. All right, it's podcast number 92. Holy fuck, that's fresh.

Try this. Let's do this. 92. Podcast 92. Boys, we're closing in on 100 episodes. May the 12th. Hooray. What are we going to do on the 100th episode, Ricky?

Shoot some fireworks off? Burn the building down? Let's do it. I was joking. We should have 100 drinks between us and 100 tokes. 100 full drinks or just 100 swallows? 100 ounces. That's a lot, isn't it?

Between the three of us? That's a lot. We could do it. We could do it. Easily. 33 and a third ounces each. I don't know if we want to do it in a half hour, though.

I don't think we could do it in a half hour. We'd be fucked. We'd be fucking wrecked. We'd be wrecked. This might not be a bad time. We'll talk about it. Let's not make that official just yet.

But we're going to do something awesome on the 100th episode. All right. May the 12th, not much exciting happened today. It's Bruce McCullough's fucking birthday. He's awesome. Kids in the hall. We had him on. We had him right on here. Happy birthday, Bruce. Happy birthday, Bruce McCullough's fucking birthday. He's awesome. Kid's in the hall. We had him on. We had him right on here.

Happy birthday, Bruce. Happy birthday, Bruce McCullough. How old is that motherfucker? When was he born? He was born. Are we allowed to tell? Maybe he doesn't want people to know his age. It's easy to find out.

I'm guessing Bruce McCullough doesn't give two fucks if anybody knows how old he is. He was born in 61, so what does that make him? 70? No, Rick, he's not 70. No, not 70. Fuck. He'd be 61. 61, so what does that make him? 70? No, Ricky, he's not 70. No, not 75. He'd be 61. 61 plus 17. He'd be 55.

55, 56. He's 78. He's not 78, Ricky. If you add 61 plus 17. Why would you do that? It's 2017. No, that's not how it works though, Ricky. You gotta go 2017 minus 1961.

Fuck. Need a calculator for that. He's like 55. So he's 39. 55 or 56. 49. 56. He's 56. 55 or 56. Depending on the date he was born.

I think he's 56. Well, he was born today. Oh, right. So, yeah, he's 56. He's 56. Got it. Wow, that's fucked up. I got blocked out there, didn't I, Ricky?

Depending on what day he was born, I guess. Guess who else's birthday it is today? Who? Tony Hawk. Nice. Decent. That is fucking decent. Tony Hawk. Grab a skateboard. Why are you wiping your nose on that?

My nose is running. Get a Kleenex or something. That is a Kleenex. You just wash it. No, that's a fucking curtain. It's a washable fucking Kleenex slash curtain. When are you ever gonna wash that? Like seriously. When it's raining? Never.

You'll never take that down. When it's raining? What does never take when it's raining what does that mean you just rip her down take her out and hold her up in the rain clean then you leave it on a closed line and brand new and you think the rain just gets rid of the decades of snot you've accumulated that's what water water does it makes shit liquid and takes it away. Oh, fuck. One of Julian's favorites. Here we go.

See if you can guess. Who is your favorite actor in Young Guns? Schwarzenegger. Schwarzenegger. Eastwood. Swayze. No. Here we go.

Diesel. This one's more obscure. I'm not a Diesel fan, man. I don't like that. You have a picture. Why do you have a poster of Vin Diesel on your wall? I'm not a Vin Diesel fan at all. And why do you have a picture of Vin Diesel on your wall? I don't have a fucking picture of him.

Who was your favorite young gun? Young gun? Emilio Estevez. Yes. Bingo. Winner. Winner. Remember when he used to hit on girls and tell them his name was Julian Estevez?

Bud, you remember that? I'll make you famous. Remember that? Nah. Fucking make you famous. He used to say that at the Legion all the time, too. Make you famous. Take a swing at me, buddy.

I'll make you famous. He did say that a lot. Is that what that's from? Yeah, that's from Young Guns. Young Guns, man. Wow. It was Billy the Kid, wasn't he? Emilio? Was he? Yeah, that's from Young Guns. Young Guns, man. Wow. It was Billy the Kid, wasn't he? Emilio?

Was he? Yeah, man. He was Billy. He was Billy. Make you famous. He was Billy the Kid? Yep. That cocksucker fucking rolled around shooting people and holding up fucking bags.

And he was Michael Douglas' son or something? Or he just had a different name, not Douglas? No, it's Martin Sheen. Martin Sheen, Ricky. Charlie Sheen's brother. Charlie Sheen's brother. Charlie Sheen's brother. How the fuck is Charlie Sheen doing these days? Does he got it together?

Is he still winning? You don't hear anything about him. I don't think he's much of a winner these days. Was he ever winning, though? He thought he was winning. I know he thought he was, but was he actually winning when he had fucking nine, eight balls rammed up his nose, pissing himself, swinging at helicopters? No, he wasn't winning. He definitely wasn't winning that much.

I think he might have been. He was drinking tiger blood. I think he was on the top of his game. Was it tiger blood or lion blood? Tiger blood, wasn't it? Yeah. Tiger juice? Tiger blood.

It's probably tiger piss. It's fucked. I doubt he was drinking tiger piss, Ricky. I bet you there's people that actually drink tiger piss. This is fucked. I doubt he was drinking tiger piss, Ricky. I bet you there's people that actually drank tiger blood. Oh, I guarantee you, there's tons of them saying that's gonna give me strength. If I knew it would keep me alive or make me better or make things larger, definitely. What things? Just whatever you wanted.

You're clearly referring to your penis, Ricky. You know what? It can never be too big. For Julian, you know, maybe it'll make his muscles bigger. So, you know, anything bigger or better. You're talking about tiger blood? Yes. It'll make your dick bigger. Is that what you're saying? I don't know if it does, but if it did, I would try it. And then you said you could never have it too big. Like, what if it was, like, two feet long, man? That would get in the way. It would suck, but you'd be famous and you'd be rich.

Okay, what if it was eight feet long, Ricky? You would have to find a way to fold it up, I guess. Somehow. You'd have to have, like, a little hose caddy thing on the side. Wander up. That's an awesome idea. Wander in. That's an awesome idea. Just wind her in. There's no way anybody has any fucking wang on the planet. No, I wouldn't want one that big.

Ricky. I like even two feet, man. That's too big. I'd be happy with... You can't handle that, can you, Julian? You can't handle it with two footers? Fuck off, man. It's too big, he said.

Too big for him. I can't handle those. Slippin' a tick. Those things start slappin' in your face, they're too big. Another knob of pepperoni? Yes, I'll have a knob, Ricky. There's one right there on your lap, cock. I only like the pepperoni, it's good, but I need it deep-fried, man, with some honey mustard.

Oh, man, this shit's fresh. Fresh, man. That's unbelievable. I wonder what they're gonna give us next time for snacks. It's gonna be tough to follow this one up. Beautiful, beautiful pepperoni. All right, what's happening, anything? Well, you were talking about fuckheads of the week, but we're not gonna do the fuckheads of the week

We're gonna do just fuckheads. What? Fuckhead fuck-ups, wasn't it? Fuckhead fuck-ups. You know any of those? I've got one right here, man. This woman swallows 9,000 in cash to avoid giving it. Half of it to her ex-partner, like nine grand. In cash? In cash. She swallowed it.

She goes to the hospital. She's like, oh, I got fucking a pain in my gut. They x-ray her. Oh, you've got fucking nine grand in your cash. Well, what denominations did she swallow? Hundreds, man, I think. That's a fucking, that's a lot of paper. That's a lot of paper.

So they slay her old coins. They were able to get 5,700 bucks back. The rest of it went right down the pipes. Jesus Christ. What pipes? Well, through her intestines and then out the old shitter down into the shitter. I mean, gone. Did she shit out three grand?

$3,300. Down the fucking shitter. Some other fuck had filled his wife or ex-wife's car with concrete because he was pissed off. That's a greasy trick. Yeah. How'd you deal with that? I think that's just the fucking car's done. You just leave it where it is. Well obviously the car's done, Ricky. You're not gonna chisel it out and clean her out. You'd probably get a good deal on that car though. They'd probably still, you know, sell the motor. That wouldn't be fucked up. You could probably jackhammer it out. Or jackhammer

out enough of it to use it. Enough of it? Yeah. So you're still gonna have concrete seats? Oh yeah. Concrete dash? Well, as long as you get the steering wheel working, gas pedals, probably a brake. Ricky, the fucking suspension.

Think of the suspension. You'd have to fucking, yeah, you'd have to upgrade the suspension. A lot of weight. No, man. You'd have to upgrade. So you're going to take the time to chisel out all the concrete you need to get it working, and then you're going to upgrade the suspension. Yeah, but what if it was a $30,000 car

and you got it for, you know, a couple grand? You'd think somebody would pay a couple grand for a concrete-filled car. If it was a $30,000 car, I would. Just fucking run a jackhammer, $150, a couple days. And suspension can't be much for shocks. So you're into the car for four grand. Fucking instead of 30 So you're into the car for four grand.

Fuck, instead of 30. You're into the car for four grand. But it's filled with concrete still, Ricky. You know what? I hope you do this. I'd love to see you driving around in a concrete-filled car. We should find out where the fuck that car ended up and buy it. Yeah, oh, that's a brilliant idea.

It's over in Russia, man. Yeah, oh, that's a brilliant idea. It's over in Russia, man. Oh, fuck, okay. Well, Ricky, I mean, you could get it shipped for probably five grand. You're still only into the car for nine. That's true. We should have a fundraiser or something, get enough money to buy a car, fill it up with concrete, and just fucking tape him chiseling away and then driving around in it.

That would be entertaining. We could start a new series called My Concrete Car, and it's the whole series just about Ricky dealing with his concrete-filled car. I would watch that. What about the Concrete Car Bandit? Okay. Well, here's one of those. He goes across Canada, fills random cars with concrete,

and then buys them, gets good deals on cars, takes concrete back out of them. Because that way you could take steps. Ricky. You could put plastic down over the interior first. So once you got jackhammered down so far, it'd start to crack, concrete would come out. You just pull the tarp out and all sheesh,

she comes right out. $30,000 cars, you could start selling them. You want a $30,000 car, I'll get you one for 15. You know, Ed... Here's a better idea, Ricky. What if you just went and stole cars and then sold them without bypassing the whole concrete stage? That is a pretty... What is it?

...fucked up stage, Rick. Bypass the whole concrete stage, just go across Canada stealing cars and then reselling them. But then thatlling them. Yeah, but then... That's illegal. Yeah, that is illegal. I get what you're saying. And filling the car with concrete isn't? You just say it was an accident.

Fucking wrong car. You know, I'm liking the tarp idea. We could actually do something with that. Like, seriously. No, I mean, like, it does make sense. What the fuck is this? Huge cannabis factory uncovered at Legoland? No.

What? No fucking way. That is cool. That is fucking awesome. That's what it's saying, but I can't really read. Read it, Ricky. What's it saying? Apparently.

No way. In Legoland. What Legoland? I'm down to Florida? I can't fucking understand it. It's not all here, I don't think. Probably some guy that works at Legoland. Oh, they found 50 chest-high plants being cultivated under heat lamps and system in a bungalow at the park in Windsor?

What the fuck? Windsor? Windsor. Windsor, Ontario? UK. Windsor, the UK. In the UK. Okay.

Wow, that's fucked up. That's greasy. It's a good idea. So it was just some stone guy that worked at Legoland who fucks with Lego all day, getting baked and then thinking, fuck, I should grow weed down here. It's a good fucking place to hide weed, isn't it?

With Disney or something like that. Yeah, if you had kids or something. Oh, I'm sure Disney would just love to get into that venture with you, Ricky. No, but you get one of the shittier parks. Or like SeaWorld or something. They're fucking starving for business these days, aren't they? Start selling weed there?

No, start growing it. Start growing it there. At SeaWorld or something. They're fucking staring for business these days, aren't they? Start selling weed there? No, start growing it. Start growing it there. At SeaWorld. Fucking right. They got all those fucking pens that are not allowed to keep animals anymore

because people freak out about it. SeaWorld is like aquariums and shit, man. They're not, they're not like, you know, a place you could set up

a fucking table. I think you could. A lot of moisture around there, Ricky. You'd have to drain it. Yeah. But then you'd get caught. This guy had a little bungalow back. Alright, well maybe SeaWorld's not the right

place, but... Bush Gardens now. There you go, Bush Gardens. Bush Gardens. Now you're talking vegetation. Right in the bushes. It's still a terrible idea. It's a shitty idea, man. What? Bush Gardens.

Well, I guess not. Yeah. Isn't that what they used to call your mom? Bush Gardens? That's not nice. Or she was pretty pushy. Rick, you want to open a strip club

called Bush Gardens? It'd be like old school. That's an old school fucking strip club. That's a great idea, man. And then it'd have a slogan, Au Naturel or something. Bush Gardens.

Let it grow. Gentleman's Club. Let it grow. Disney Frozen. Let it grow. Big Ice Bush. Boys, what did we smoke? No, no, no, man.

What are we just talking about? A 70's strip club called Bush Gardens? I like it. What about a strip club slash pool hall called Balls Deep? I like it a lot. That's got to exist somewhere, man, in the world. Not the way I would do it, because I, you know how the ladies get up on the stage? I would make the whole stage a big pool table.

Okay. Like 50 pockets. And the pole in the middle, so while they're stripping, you're still shooting, shooting balls around. Around her? Yeah. Could work, I guess. Balls deep. That wouldn't work, man. There's a strip club near the airport called the Landing Strip. Get it?

Yeah, I get it. I like a little landing strip. No, they mean the runway, Ricky, near the airport. The Landing Strip. Oh, so it's kind of something that means two things. What do they call that? It just means one thing, doesn't it? The runway. I was talking about the landing strip,

like the cut down there. Down by the hoo-hoo. The grooming. What does that mean? I don't know what a landing strip is down there. It's just a little strip. You're not totally shaved. Okay, you know we were talking about bush gardens?

Yeah, huh? Okay, picture you go in there with a whippersnapper, each side of the landing strip. You just leave a little fucking runway. Just a strip right there. Just a little runway. I never heard of that before. I've never seen one of those.

It's okay, man. Well, play your cards right. You'll see one soon at Busch Gardens. But would she be allowed at Busch Gardens if she had a landing strip? It's clearly... Is the landing strip like still a bush? I think if you're gonna call it gardens, it should be different. That would be a mohawk. If the landing strip was still a bush, then it's a...

No, it'd be called the land... It'd be called Busch Gardens, but then you'd have like a landing strip night for people that just like landing strips. But are they still long like a bush? Because then it's like Mr. T. I think it's like Mr. T. I think it's all different. It's a garden. It's all different types. It's all different types.

Like you have different types of plants and flowers, different types of those things. Cuts down there. Haircuts. Different colors. Different colors. Yeah, different shapes. Jesus Murphy.

This could be big. Do people go to places to get the landing strip done, or do they do it themselves? I think it's a combination. That might be a good business. They don't have a barber shop for that stuff. Well, if we open up Busch Gardens, right, but had a little shop in the back,

a little barber shop for the landing strip, might make some money. It's a Busch barber and a strip barber. A Busch barber. That's what you can call it. Who's going to work there? Can I apply for that job? I'm sure we can take courses or watch YouTube videos or something, figure it out.

I'm pretty sure we can do it. I can figure it out pretty quick. I've got a set of clippers, nice ones. Who is that barber? Who's the barber beefcake? No, the guy I was gonna work for. Fruity? Yeah.

Fruity? Yeah. No, we don't want Fruity in there. Well, the women might rather that. He's got a weird name. Fruity. Fruity? F-R-O-O-D? No, no, it's like Rudy.

You know, R-U-D-Y, but his name's Fruity. He's got an F on the front of it. F-R-U-D-Y, but his name's Fruity. He's got an F on the front of it. F-R-U-D-Y. Fruity. Didn't him and Darren get engaged? Fruity's not, doesn't go that way. Oh, he doesn't? No.

No, Ricky, Fruity's got a wife. Well, him and Darren, man, I don't know. They seem pretty close when I see them. They're at the grocery store together. That's kind of weird if they're not an item, isn't it? Well, no, I've gone to the grocery store with you. Does that mean we're banging? Never thought of that.

I wonder if people think we are. No, Ricky, we don't do anything that indicates that. Just because a couple of fellas go to the grocery store and shop together, putting stuff in each other's baskets. So we don't hold hands doing that? No, we don't hold fucking hands. But there's been times when we only used one cart. What does that mean?

Using one cart? Doesn't mean anything. It means there was only one cart left in the corral. It means you're sharing the bill, most likely, and something could be going on. Even if we are sharing the bill. Which is fine, boys. Even if we're splitting the bill, that doesn't mean we're banging.

Well, that's not what other people are probably thinking. Well, let them think it. I don't give a fuck. No, I don't care either, man. Anybody thinks I'm that way, I don't care. I don't give a fuck either. I wish I was. I'm actually, Ricky,

I want to go to the grocery store with you later and we're going to hold hands. Let people think what they want, huh? All right. Oh, you know what the grocery store's selling now? What? McDonald's sauces. Oh, my fuck.

Just what we needed. I know. The fucking McChicken sauce. Dip your fucking french fries in that all the time now, and god damn it. That's not good for us, boys. No. Is there, like, some kind of addictive element in these fucking sauces? There has to be.

I think that's what's going on. Of course there is. So you're eating more of it at home. You can't drive by a McDonald's anymore eventually without popping in. It's just one more step in their process of global domination. Mind control drugs in the sauces. Like that. It's funny you brought that up because this, I don't even understand this, but

just reading that fucking much of it made me want you to explain it to me. Parasite living inside fish eyeball controls its behavior. What the fuck? What? Yep. I bet you it was the Russians. A common parasite

that lives in fish eyeballs seems to be a driver behind the fish's behavior, pulling the strings from inside its eyes. So it's like a little... He's in there controlling the fish. No way. Imagine if we got that fucking parasite. I mean, what could he really be controlling him to do though?

He's not like... Oh, there's a picture. What is this picture? You can't be getting him to rob a bank or whatever. What is that, a duck? I bet he could have used it in a person's eye. When the parasite is young, it helps its host stay safe from predators. But once the parasite matures, it does everything it can to get that fish eaten by a bird

and so continue its life cycle. What the fuck? That is fucked up. The eye fluke. Diplostomum pseudopathiasium. I've heard of those. No, you haven't. You've heard of that,

haven't you, Ricky? Yeah, fucking nasty. There's no fucking way, man. Diplostomopum pseudopathomasacium. You've heard of that. My dad was telling me about those fucking things. Said to stay away from them. Ray. Knew those, did he?

Yeah. Ricky, if Ray could even pronounce anything close to that word, I'd eat my own underwear. Remember you said that. Ray, he was probably wasted, Ricky. Get me a... He was drunk. And were you drunk? Wasted. It's probably wasted, Ricky. Get me a devil's ass. He was drunk. And were you drunk?

Wasted. So, did the ducks invent this thing just to make it easier for them to eat? I don't think that anybody invented it, Ricky. It's like evolution. The eggs hatch into the water and larvae that seek out freshwater snails. They grow and multiply inside the snails before being released into the water, ready to track down their next host, fish. Parasites then penetrate the skin of fish, travel to the lens of the eye to hide out and grow.

The fish then get eaten by a bird, and the cycle starts again. That's fucking unbelievable. What the fuck is that? Do they start controlling the bird at this point? No, they're controlling the fish, going, you know, here, go up to the surface. See where those fucking fish-eating ducks are? Let's head in that direction. Yeah.

Why is the fish fucking questioning them? You know, the fish should be like, are you fucking sure? Because I'm pretty sure there's some fucking fish-eating ducks here. Well, Rick, the fish isn't having a conversation with the parasite that's in its eye. The parasite has just influenced its decision somehow. It's not saying, Hey, buddy! Head up to the surface there. So how does this parasite know where the fuck the birds are? I don't... Who do I look like, Stephen Hawking?

I bet the fucking... I don't know the answers. The ducks are controlling the parasites. That's what's fucking happening here. How would the duck be controlling the parasite that's in the fish? By fucking Bluetooth? That's what it's like. Bluetooth. Exactly.

The duck sends the parasites out. Say, go find some fucking fish for us. Spend a couple years in his eyeball. Yep. And then we'll get back to you. But if you do it every day, then eventually you have food every day. Just takes two years. Takes two years to start, but once it starts...

Startup business. Docs have startup business, do they? Once... With a two-year return on investment. If you can make the two years, you'll never fucking have to worry about food again. It's a good plan. We should start doing shit like that.

Oh, boy. Is there something that we could put a parasite in, like a cow or something that... No, not a cow. That's a bad one. Something that's hard to kill. That would make it easier for us to get it and eat it. A vampire. I wouldn't want to eat a vampire.

No, neither would I. I'm just trying to point out how ridiculous your plan is. What about tuna? Fuck, Ricky. Tuna are worth money. We need to get some fucking parasites in tuna and make them swim towards boats. That sounds like an easy fucking mission. You want to somehow synthesize a parasite

that you can control by Bluetooth that goes into a tuna's eye so you can steer him towards the boats. Fucking brilliance. Oh, man. Okay, I'm tapping boat. Fucking brilliance. Oh, man. OK, I'm tapping out. I'm done. I am done.

I'm done. I'm tapping out. That's one of the best ideas Ricky's ever had. Let's go try to put that into motion right now, Ricky. Let's watch you turn a parasite into a tuna fucking sight. Let's go. What do you mean, we're done? We're out of here.

Well, I think we should go pursue this somehow. Where do we start? Well, that's what You've got to figure out where you come in We got to catch some fish get their eyes Which type of fish is it you said tuna? No, but we got to get one of these fucking fish first get the thing out of its eye Change it a little bit for tuna Hmm. Yeah, I'm gonna eat it. Let's go fishing. I want to see this go down. Let's do this.

Well, that should already be there if the ducks are using it. So we got to steal the duck technology. So we're going to need a duck. Yep. I don't know what the fuck we smoke, Ricky, but this is sort of making sense to me. Kind of.

This whole tuna thing, it doesn't make any sense. I just want to see him. I don't care. Let's get it going. Let's go. All right. We'll see you next week. Hopefully we'll have an update for you.

Maybe we'll have a Bluetooth-controlled tuna. There's no way he's going to pop a fish eye out, man. There's no way. Let's just get this going. What are gonna pop a fish eye out, man. There's no way. I wanna... Let's just get this going. What are you saying over there? Nothing, man. Can't wait to see this, bud. Freedom 35. Drink it.

Oh yeah. Go to, uh... Recce, Recce, Recce. Merch. Buy some merch. What? Buy some merch. I'm not talking about you. Or to you. Buy some merch. I'm not talking about you. Or to you.

Buy some merch. Let's go. I'm taking this with us. And I'm taking my cock's pepperoni. Ricky, leave me a cock. There's a fucking cock right here. Okay, just leave. Good night. There's a fucking cock right here. Okay, just leave, all right? Goodnight.