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Blurry And Incompetent
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| Six liter, GTR, six liter, GTR, six later, GTR, six later, that is Australia's The Chats with their newest hit six-liter GTR, the Nissan GTR, affordable sports car that you can really sink some money into if you're one of those zipper heads that likes to put a spoiler on the back, as Walt Kowalski would say. | |
| In Gran Torino, welcome back to Get Off My Lawn. | |
| This is the Tuesday show. | |
| I must be out of shape to be winded from that one-second jog to the desk. | |
| Well, I'd like to welcome my co-host, Ryan Rivera. | |
| Ryan is here. | |
| Blurry as usual, incompetent, as is his wont. | |
| Always terrible at his job. | |
| Fired, I think, twice now, maybe three times. | |
| Still blurry, despite being told to not be blurry. | |
| And he's been working hard. | |
| I told him, let's have a cool angle for when you're fucking up. | |
| At least we can watch you fuck up. | |
| And he goes, I got an idea for it, boss. | |
| I'll call it the Rad Zone. | |
| And it'll have this fucking awesome, like, 80s, you know, tropical vibe. | |
| Okay, let's see it. | |
| Correct. | |
| And total catastrophe yesterday. | |
| It was digitized like it was missing pixels. | |
| What do you got today for us? | |
| I'm working on it. | |
| Oh, well, you were chatting on the phone to our tech guy for hours. | |
| I have this new idea. | |
| What progress have you made? | |
| You got here at nine. | |
| You had all day. | |
| Okay, now what's the mailbag? | |
| That's interesting. | |
| There we go. | |
| It's a hodgepodge. | |
| This is before we start the show. | |
| There's Elon Musk. | |
| He's reading a paper, for Christ's sakes. | |
| There's a black woman of color behind you and a lens flare. | |
| So this is all you stalling while you try to... | |
| Shouldn't the rad zone just be a button? | |
| Yes, but now it's not picking up a button. | |
| I tinkered with it a little bit. | |
| No, that's a lie. | |
| About 15 minutes before we started. | |
| Uh-huh. | |
| But that's not enough time because it's not done yet. | |
| Really amazing. | |
| Amazing. | |
| I was at my barber's this morning. | |
| You wouldn't believe how much shit I got done this morning. | |
| Before I even went to the gym at 9.30, I had already had my car washed, and that's called the Extreme Clean for $26.99. | |
| They wash the whole outside and the inside and really polish up the fucking, I guess they're not hubcaps. | |
| And then I got a haircut, and I'm talking to the barber. | |
| Guess who the barber is? | |
| Neil Young. | |
| No. | |
| It's the guy we were talking about last week where my friend was worried because he wanted the brother more than the actual owner. | |
| And I said, that's a huge insult. | |
| You can't do that. | |
| And then we realized, well, he's right to want the brother. | |
| At which point, I don't care if it's an insult. | |
| You like that guy better because he's better? | |
| Well, then that's fine. | |
| That's on the old man. | |
| I thought you liked them both the same, but you were told to go to that guy. | |
| And so you were going to go to him because your ex-wife likes that. | |
| In which case, no. | |
| So anyway, I'm with the guy that I didn't know was better. | |
| I assumed the owner was always better, but I always got the bald guy because he was available. | |
| And I go, where is your brother? | |
| Meaning the boss. | |
| And these guys are Yugoslavian. | |
| And he goes, oh, he's got three kids, three kids. | |
| So he has to drop them off. | |
| He drop them off. | |
| You know, he'll be here in any second now. | |
| But it's cool in the morning. | |
| He dropped them off. | |
| Do you have any kids? | |
| No, no, no. | |
| I like variety, you know? | |
| I don't like pizza every night. | |
| I don't want pizza. | |
| I like fucking. | |
| Fucking is the best. | |
| You still fuck that woman, that married woman, that married Yugoslavian woman in the parking lot in her minivan? | |
| What? | |
| And I had to give him more details. | |
| He goes, oh yes, that's a long time ago. | |
| Sorry, I fuck so many bitches. | |
| I got about 50 bitch. | |
| And I forget who's who. | |