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Feb. 6, 2023 - Freedomain Radio - Stefan Molyneux
08:01
I MADE BAE DINNER, WHERE HE GOING?
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Okay, I found this really funny.
So, forgive me for the belly laughs but...
I hope you can see it.
This is Maid Bay dinner.
Lots of love. Where are you going?
Now, I'm sorry, there's no point just listening to this, but if you see on the top left, it's basically ripped from the ribcage raw chicken legs with a little bit of, I don't know, what is that?
Paprika, parsley, something like that.
The rest of it, I don't know.
I mean, there's some sort of gelatinous thing down at the bottom here, which is...
Uh, corn and alien egg yolk?
I don't know what that is.
Then, was it some sort of pasta?
And someone said, make a dinner.
Where are you going?
So this is, I think it's from...
See, these responses are great.
Where are you going?
The grave! We have chicken nuggets coming out of his nipples in the ICU. The hospital.
He's going to be sick, then going to leave, then he's going to KFC. I think the genius of these comics is hilarious.
Those chicken legs looks like wet clay, fam.
He's not wrong at all, I assume in here.
This looked like sightless eyeballs ripped from the face of a giant alien cavefish.
Good lord. Oh, it's madness.
All right, all right, let me go back here.
So, just goopy.
This is just kind of funny. Where'd you come?
Where'd you make dinner? Where are you going?
The hospital lets some raw chicken to the morgue.
It's a cat with a microphone.
Would. Now, the would is generally would have sex, but I guess would eat?
Well, I guess it's a raw chicken, right?
Uh, fuck no. Probably to the bathroom.
Um, he probably...
He made pay dinner.
Where are you going? He probably already made.
I know he said you cooking was heavenly, but I don't think that's what you think he meant.
Ah, he's going to the hospital to the emergency room.
Gonna eat a lot of barbecue sauce.
Bring me all the bottles.
You eat with your eyes first.
I think I just went blind.
Mr. Thumbs Up from the hospital then?
Where are you going to cheat?
How are you going out to eat in the hospital clearly?
This is from some low-res video game from the 90s.
Just a guy slowly, like Skate 3 Glitch, stacking himself on a toilet.
Spicy. Bro's going to die.
He's gonna die on the toilet like Gigi from Surprise.
Without the leg muscles.
Actually, it's kind of interesting how that leg looks almost exactly like the piece of chicken.
Macaroni and cheese, creamed corn, merging into a singularity, an undercooked, oven-roasted chicken with too much pepper would...
wouldn't... don't look half-fat!
I would keep the chicken still, got a chance to lay some eggs!
I don't know.
I think it's just absolutely brilliant.
Oh, let's see.
A couple more.
To the heaven.
Oh dear. He going right here.
What's that? Let's hide that.
To the graveyard.
That's a horrifying dog.
I think the dog would even...
The dog would even have trouble with that chicken.
He's got four feathers sticking out like some sort of indigenous tribesman.
What is even the bottom item?
Creamed corn applesauce?
Oh, I don't even know.
Oh, gosh. Probably to the grave, by the way.
That's why it looks like testes, isn't it?
Ah, let's see, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie good.
Uh...
The E. coli meal deal.
Oh dear, intensive.
He's going to intensive. He's going away.
It's raw. Where are you going?
Six feet under? To the toilet most recently, I would think.
Is that boiled chicken?
At least it has pepper on it, which is more than can be served for the rest of the plate.
Oh, that's great.
To get a stomach pump would not.
No, would not.
Oh, if it's still twitching, or if it's like something attached, like a reaching for...
Or if you can do the chicken CPR and have it come back to clock life.
I'm going with them, I'm telling God.
Oh, oh my gosh.
Get some wings and the chicken would fly off this plate.
Salmon vanilla. Wait, are you going to court for divorce?
Oh, he's going away is where he's going.
Oh, to the shadow realm after eating this.
He's going from chicken wings straight to angel wings.
Oh my gosh.
Restraining order, this order hereby declares that this shit is not to be allowed within 15 feet of my fucking eyes.
Looks good. Where are you going to A&E to have a stomach pump?
What's A&E? That was just...
I thought that was where are you going to Tinder?
I cannot even identify what that stuff is.
I guess I'll die!
Oh, that's pretty funny.
Um, so I'll put the link.
You should, uh, he's going to a sidekick and cook.
I was in the hospital for four months and my food looked better than that.
Anyway, I made Dave Bae dinner where he go into prison where the food is better.
I'd like to place my testicles on mac and cheese.
Well, that's true. I mean, who wouldn't?
Who wouldn't? Oh yeah, this would make me shit liquid.
It'd be like a jet propeller.
It'd be a liftoff scenario.
Oh, dear, oh dear.
I don't know what that means.
The house is right. I don't know what this means, navigating to the afterlife is pro-dead.
Into the unknown.
Where are you going? Nowhere, because if you're in the bathroom throwing up all night.
Oh, this girl. Where'd he go?
If that chicken was any more underdone, it would have feathers.
Say cock-a-doodle-doo.
That's pretty funny. Oh, anyway.
That bro seasons the raw chicken.
Puke, or maybe shout out the place and call it a day.
I don't know why.
I just found this one.
Very funny. Oh, dear.
Oh, dear. All right. So, I don't know if you have any thoughts, but I thought that was worth sharing because it was very funny.
Alright, I'll get back to some philosophy now.
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