Jug

I wrote a story c- about my...

It's over there, Nanny Dora's Jug.

I keep it on my window sill here.

And, um, about all the things I found in the jug: hair grips, Knuckles mintos wrappers, all these things that reminded me of my dear nan.

Yeah, what the heck, man? I know.

Jug or no jug, he's not ready to get married.

I know.

And neither are you.

But in other ways, I think it's brought us closer.

Yes.

But I'm still in school and he's still in school and while I respect you and I respect the Jug and all that the Jug represents, all the bright hopes and all the tradition, I cannot give Dave the Jug.

Not now.

This is The Hangar.

And today we are talking about the Republic P-47 Thunderbolt, the airplane they called the Jug, and the men who took something everyone underestimated and turned it into the top-scoring fighter unit in the entire European theater.

Pull up a chair.

The story gets good.

Kartveli put it in the rear fuselage, fed by a duct that ran under the pilot's seat, back behind the cockpit, and connected to an exhaust-driven turbine system.

The whole arrangement added length, added volume, added weight, and the result was the biggest, widest, most imposing single-engine fighter anyone had ever seen.

The nickname The Jug came naturally.

Some said it was short for Juggernaut.

I always get a bottle in for him, but he always also turns up with his own bottle, just in case I've forgotten.

I decant it into a nice jug for him.

Jug goes on the table.

Everyone's happy.

Perfect.

All right, Minnesota up next.

The 100th game for the Jug, Greg, tell us more.

Yeah, not only is it the 100th season of Michigan Stadium, it is the 100th game for the Jug.

It's the OG.

Why is this so important? This is the original college football rivalry trophy.

Fake jug was once here.

Is that a little sign?

Fake Jug was once here and played for, by the way, for two years.

Where you from, baby? What's your name? What's your name? Me? I'm Cartier, you know, just like the frames Where you from? No, I'm from Cleveland, yeah, I pull up, not a stain And yeah, he rappin', yeah, I rap, but it ain't the same This shirt off-white, but it's plain Ain't no painting, ain't no game Ain't no paint, stay in your lane That's a motherfuckin' shame I get higher than a plane Black skin, yeah, she my type I like all her bad bitches Bring your friends, don't stay the night, son Cause you look good, baby You look good Yeah, I know You look good, baby Yeah, you look good Yeah, I know You look good, baby Yeah, you look good Yeah, I know You look good, baby You look

good Love or vibe? Bad at fuckin' school, now I'm tryna dodge a sentence Just walk out the laughing store, pay a shoe, $12.50 You wanna boss up your life, all you gotta do is get in with me I don't even pay to get in the club, they know I'm a walkin' tick I'm presidential, leavin' the club, we ain't stoppin', have no lights You wanna be a boss, you gotta pay the price Left wrist on frost, look like a bag of ice I'm drivin' a Bentley Bentayga like I don't love my life I'm in that thing shivvin', and I'm lane switchin' Bitches big zamas, stand on straight bendin' Lookin' on niggas ass like Blake Griffin He keep talkin', bro gon' leave his face missin' Baby, he's all white, these ain't no hirachi Bad bitch, 50 flow, ain't hibachi I got ten missed calls, all my bitches mad at me Valet Park, designer district, I'm gon' scrape the gallery Jugs feelin', y'all, phone ringin', y'all Niggas hatin', y'all Jury blingin' y'all, drugs peenin' y'all Phone ringin' y'all, niggas hatin' y'all Jury blingin' y'all I was bad at fuckin' school, now I'm tryna die to sin Just walk out the laughing store, pay a shoe, $12.50 You wanna boss up your life? All you gotta do is get in with me I don't even pay to get in the club, they know I'm a walkin' ticket I'm presidential, leavin' the club, we ain't stoppin', have no lights You wanna be a boss? You gotta pay the price Left wrist on frost, look like a bag of ice I'm drivin' the Bentley Benton

I'm a hood bitch sittin' courtside I'll show a pussy how this Mack ride Lil' bitch, I'm from the north side If you see me, yeah

Resi, you can do it Samoa, let's go!