Like the stork on Dumbo I'm showing up with a care package of fire flame heat on a Wednesday morning, ready for action. Strap on that seatbelt, put that helmet on and don't forget those protein pills as we embark on our 25th quest to vinyl illumination. It's almost 2 AM finally uploading this and I don't know what I'm typing at this point. Who cares, it's like my 75th upload and I don't think a single soul has read a stitch of these descriptions. Just me and the Lord. WHO CARES BABY maybe this will ricochet off a satellite into deep space and a dope alien species will get wrecked by that live Kanye performance, throw their Gucci belts in the trash and make a collision course towards our planet just because of this sub par podcast. Maybe I'd get a pass in that case. If they show up, first thing we're doing is smoking cigarettes and watching that Rick James interview. Lies, lies. Fabrication.
Your Interplanetary Host
DJ Witwicky
