Every Wednesday I do a podcast called "The 40 Year Old Boy", and every week I'm a little worried that I'm not going to be able to fill the time allotted. Alloted by whom, you ask? Why, by my tiny brain, of course. I've created an artificial show construct in my head, which I then twist my guts around every week, trying to make sure I fill some invisible quota nobody knows about. By the way, is this too much "behind the curtain" for everybody? Asking that seems silly; let's be honest, is there even a fucking curtain left at this point?
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