The best part of the holidays is all the carbs. The other day I was eating a doughnut at work, when a coworker brought in a pie, and another coworker brought in a cake. This resulted in the best/worst sandwich in the history of mankind, right up there with the time Chris Dodd and Teddy Kennedy cornered a waitress in the hallway. Slabs of cake bracing a jelly-filled doughnut, with cherry pie filling as a condiment. As I took bite after bite, I could hear a tiny, almost inaudible voice. It was my pancreas. It was calling for help, a help that would never come. “Save me!” it cried. also: “LINKS!”

So, we need to leave. So there’s your podcast. You ungrateful bastards.

 

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