Merry Christmas GANG.
More like “gobble up”, amirite? Happy Thanksgiving GANG.
Bears existential horror has slightly dissipated in favor of Hawks existential horror. Read Sam’s shit.
Only minimal amounts of existential dread, but give it time. Thank you.
The end of Hard Knocks and the moment you’ve all been waiting for. You’ve been warned.
What I got you got to get and put it in you. I’m sorry.
Well, now it’s time. Thank you for listening.
A quicker one tonight because our beloved John was against the clock, but we still cover all the goings on since last time. PRECIATE IT.
It’s silly season. Enjoy. And thank you.
