Should I coerce Mark into putting on a podcast with me, using Skype?
You know, when Mark and I talk shit, we giggle like little girls, we amuse ourselves so damn much. Can’t breathe, turning red, don’t even make a sound kind of laughter.
It does a soul good. We make Click and Clack, the Car Guys, seem like earnest Norwegian bachelor farmers.
My buddy Mark and I have a different language altogether. All insider jokes. Content is so damn wrong and so not PC. I am sure if we published a podcast with our conversations, and if you could penetrate our “twins language,” then you would be appalled.
I am sure Mark and I would become the target of a witch hunt.
Completely impenetrable. Therefore, I am certain that we would be able create an amazingly popular podcast together. Mark is an expat in Iringa, Tanzania, and I live in “The Nation’s Capitol.”
