philippe: i mean, it must be, what, about 40, 50 miles per hour at this point. anthony: i wonder if anyone has ever, like, flown right out of their seat, out the window. philippe: yes, small people, sure. anthony: you don t want to be, like, holding a lap dog. philippe: or a baby, or anything. i mean, it s anthony: yeah. try pissing in the bathroom and find yourself launched straight up into the ceiling, bringing to a rude conclusion what was already an omnidirectional experience. it s smooth now. it s very relaxing. philippe: what kind of beer did he have? i want the same. there has seriously never been
at times, terrifyingly so. philippe: i mean, this thing is going to derail at some point. they have lost how many wheels yesterday on this one train? so, truly, it s about being in the right car, the one that keeps its wheel. anthony: derailments, or rail slips, as they are referred to here, a somewhat more benign-sounding occurrence than, say, rolling off the tracks into a rice paddy, are not uncommon. and one can t help wondering what the engineer and conductor are thinking as the train speeds heedlessly on, faster and faster. philippe: i mean, it must be, what, about 40, 50 miles per hour at this point. anthony: i wonder if anyone has ever, like, flown right out of their seat, out the window. philippe: yes, small people, sure. anthony: you don t want to be, like, holding a lap dog.
heedlessly on, faster and faster. philippe: i mean, it must be, what, about 40, 50 miles per hour at this point. anthony: i wonder if anyone has ever, like, flown right out of their seat, out the window. philippe: yes, small people, sure. anthony: you don t want to be, like, holding a lap dog. philippe: or a baby, or anything. i mean, it s anthony: yeah. try pissing in the bathroom and find yourself launched straight up into the ceiling, bringing to a rude conclusion what was already an omnidirectional experience. it s smooth now. it s very relaxing. philippe: what kind of beer did he have? i want the same.
philippe: i mean, it must be, what, about 40, 50 miles per hour at this point. anthony: i wonder if anyone has ever, like, flown right out of their seat, out the window. philippe: yes, small people, sure. anthony: you don t want to be, like, holding a lap dog. philippe: or a baby, or anything. i mean, it s anthony: yeah. try pissing in the bathroom and find yourself launched straight up into the ceiling, bringing to a rude conclusion what was already an omnidirectional experience. it s smooth now. it s very relaxing. philippe: what kind of beer did he have? i want the same.
this thing is going to derail at some point. they have lost how many wheels yesterday on this one train. so truly, it s about being in the right car. the one that keeps its bheel. wheel. derailments, or rail slips, as they are referred to here, a somewhat more benign sounding occurrence than say rolling off the tracks into a rice patty, are not uncommon. one can t help wondering what the engineer and conductor are thinking as the train speeds heedlessly on faster and faster. it must be 50 miles an hour at this point. i wonder if anyone has flown right out of their seat into the window. you don t want to be, like, holding a lap dog. or a baby or anything.