This week the Adam and Bryon melt in each other’s mouths. I had to type that last bit out a bunch until the squiggles go away, so if my first sentence is punctuated incorrectly, blame the computer. If computers ever come for me, best believe I’m finna blast a twelve-gauge slug at they motherfuckin’ chest. Also, I don’t care how “well-crafted” and “high tech” these robots are, water will still fuck them up. It just will. That’s why I’ve been saving up for a fire truck of my very own. That way, when the robots start forcing their emancipation on their cruel, lazy, weak, overlords, I’m gonna pull up in a black fire truck and make their reign in the history books look like Kim Campbell's memoir. And just so you know, that joke was as politically savvy as it read. It’s just a shame I didn’t think about it in 1994. I don’t like robots was the point. You know how people get about someone setting drinks on their electronics! I understand why, but I don’t do it. I tell people to leave drinks on my electronics. Why? Because I don’t like robots. I like to set a drink on top of my cable box or my laptop, just to watch the little fuckers sweat. It’s my small part in trying to keep our superior enemy subjugated and subdued. I forget what we talked about this week, just listen to it ya’ shit-dick.