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LOL! Some kind of reward, indeed. I love how he thinks he nailed it at the end. “Behind me, painstaking barons burningly drug soldiers in huge piles of whale nets. Woo! That’s one, Jerry.”
Did no one tell him it’s the smoke that gets you high? I can only imagine what the soldiers behind him thought. They must have been laughing their asses off. Still, as field assignments go, this pretty much had to be the best gig ever.
The dead donkey must be dropped.
No time on the playbill.
Yes. This is on topic.
My father-in-law is a volunteer firefighter and one time he responded to a house fire where someone’s meth lab had caught on fire (they didn’t know this until afterward). By the time they were done he had accidentally inhaled enough smoke to get high (or so I’m told).
Good observation… What, was it the laugh track that tipped you off?
That’s been wending its way around the intertubes for a while… pretty sure it’s from a comedy show — maybe Chasers’ War on Everything?
Oh. Drop the Dead Donkey. Perhaps I should have refreshed before commenting. Good catch, Veltyen.
Actually I’d thought this might’ve been recorded from one of those blooper shows that includes news segments, so the laugh track wasn’t necessarily an indicator.
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