Like nostalgia for something you know never existed.
And never will.
04 September 2006
Steve Irwin, 1962-2006.
There's a reason they call it a fucking
stingray.
But the man was as fearless as they come, and that is indisputable. Rest in peace, mate.
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Futures, pt. 2.
Trifecta, pt. 2.
Gymnastics come in male?
Trifecta.
Rip off.
And Arnold's Drive-In Was Pleased.
Jericho.
Gotta save up for the podcast.
Fix.
Studio 60.
What the hell else bad can happen?
Ticket.
Football Night in America.
On being stranded in Santa Fe.
Milk bottle.
Rob!
They won't tear us apart, pt. 3.
Recollections.
They won't tear us apart, pt. 2.
Dressing up.
The Hard Way.
Work.
They won't tear us apart.
Santa Fe, pt. 2.
Tucumcari, NM.
Amarillo, TX.
Shamrock, TX.
El Reno, OK.
Tulsa, OK.
Oklahoma City, OK.
Coffeyville, KS.
Goodbye, pt. 3. (No. 500)
They...talk....this.....slowly....pt.2.
They...talk....this.....slowly....
TV.
Steve Irwin, 1962-2006.
Futures.
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year.
First entry in the 'I Shit You Not' category.
Sticks, Statham, and stereotypes.
That's it, pt. 2.
Meta-something.
That's it.
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