Maniac Message

I don't

know.

Oh, I mean, holy cow.

Let me just run you through the past two days.

Okay, we do a show Thursday morning.

I'm a little frustrated.

I'm a little upset.

And by the way, outside of the podcast world, it's got a million things going on stressed out.

Not that you care.

Oh, nobody here gives a fuck.

I know how it goes.

Trust me.

But don't worry, we still did a show on Thursday.

And sure, we got a little fired up.

We were yelling over a couple of the maniacs leaving the group chat.

And since then, folks, all hell has broken loose.

Mixta in the house.

I mean, do you know how hard it is to make me look like the sane guy? You've done it.

You people have.

You've out-crazed the Mixta.

It's nearly impossible, but right now, I sit here the sane guy.

I'm the normal guy, as crazy as that sounds, but I really am compared to you people.

It's not close.

It's really not.

Oh, the behavior as of late, it's pure insanity.