Dreams are so strange. For example, I recently had to present a report on Napoleon I didn't prepare for while nude in front of twelve grey aliens and everyone from high school. Then I went home to take a nap and dreamed up the idea for this episode.

Under the right conditions, this podcast can be converted into a gas. If you figure out how to do it you’ll be just like those Chinese scientists whose mysterious deaths I know nothing about.

The episode description for this week was written on a napkin that was eaten by alligators after I accidentally dropped it in a swamp. It was whispered into a tornado which destroyed the words instantly as they left my mouth. It was run over by a monster truck seven hundred times. Sorry. It was really good too.

The word podcast should be an acronym: P = Podcast. O = Can't think of one. D = Not sure. C = Don't know. A = Can't think of one. S = Can't think of one. T = Telephone (What you listen to a podcast on.) Thank you.

Who needs to exercise their civil and human rights when you can just listen to a podcast instead?

Wish I knew talking into a microphone allows it to steal your soul. Would have at least tried to make the podcast good.

This podcast is so old it was around when there was still only one Massachusett.

It sucks that this episode will be used against me in the final judgment but at least it will be counted as another listen.

Tried sending this episode back in time but they sent it back (?)

Everyone who listens to this episode will have good luck for the next 100 years. After that you're on your own.