Single, stylish, now.
A lady's got to be ready for when it happens.
And right now, it's happening.
It's my life.
And I'll do whatever it takes to get that sassafras feeling.
Sassafras.
Thank you.
I'm a silly goose-snake.
Ooh!
I feel French.
Ooh, flowers for me? No, thanks.
Sometimes you just have to take a ride when life wants you to.
Bye!
Who knows what romance it will bring?
It's not what's in your head, it's what's on it.
Hair that's so shiny and full...
Can you blame them for looking?
No time to pay.
I love being a woman.
Can a man do this?
First lady on the moon?
Thanks to Latrisse DuVois Hair Care Products,
by Gary.
I just had my tubes tied.
At my age, it's not safe to have children.
Get out of the way, you gypsies!
Because when you feel this good...
Ain't no man gonna tell me I ain't a woman.
Uh, Maria.
Hey, Maria. What are you doing?
Uh, hair commercial?
No. This is not a hair ad.
It's the show. It's your show.
- Let's get you to the van, okay? - My show?
I have a show?
I'm a 45-year-old woman, who's clearly sun-damaged.
My skin's getting softer, yet my bones are jutting out,
so I'm half soft, half sharp.
And I have a show!
What a great late-in-life opportunity!
Maria!
Wrong van!
Oh.
Stranger danger.
I have my own sho...
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Pow!
Kick it!
Have you ever been to Detroit?
It's Maria Bamford
to see Bruce Ben-Bacharach. He's my manager.
- Bruce? - Ah!
- How are you? - Good!
I'm thrilled to see you. You look lovely.
Please come into my office.
- Hey! - The prodigal son returns.
Six long months and now you're back.
How do you feel? Refreshed? Revitalized? Renewed?
Yes, I do... I feel...
I feel very good, a little tired because of the heavy meds.
But, I'm also back on carbs.
I'm eating pancakes almost all day.
The entire entertainment industry has been eagerly awaiting
your glorious return.
I've made some big changes, too.
Big Hollywood power desk.
- Solid glass. That's not all. - Oh.
Kerplunk.
Sexy Hollywood power boots.
Move over, Carrie Bradshaw. From Sex and the City.
I'd like to get you booked on that.
Is it still on?
- God damn it. - Sexy power boots!
Now that you're back, tell me exactly what you want to do.
- Right. - TV show, movie, world comedy tour...
I'm gonna take a real shot at it.
- Yeah. - Chantrelle!
Get me the hidden big opportunities list, would you?
Okay, I would like to do less, not more.
That's the thing. Could it be less ambitious?
Or maybe not ambitious anymore.
Less ambitious?
No work for Maria.
I mean, I want to work a little, but just smaller things.
Less pressure. I mean... Stand-up at a book store,
alone in my living room or in a vintage eyeglass shop, or...
Sweetheart, are you pulling back because of me?
I can reel in that big fish. I can land the monster shark.
Believe me, you've seen the desk.
No. This is not about you at all.
I'm trying to get some balance in my life.
I know I've done some things I regret
and I made some enemies, I'm sure,
- from some of my behavior and I'd... - Mark "Sugar Ray" McGrath?
Okay. What?
- The singer? - Don't listen to her. She is useless.
- I bet they can buff that out. - I'm sure.
You know what it is? I just really wanna reconnect with my community.
It's like I don't even know who my neighbors are.
Forgive my distraction. This is a $37,000 handblown Murano glass desk.
- Oh, my God. - So understandably I'm irked with myself.
Yes, neighbors. A serendipitous meeting on a park bench.
"How do you do, sir?"
"I'm fine, thank you." "Is that your dog, sir?"
That's it. Human interaction. Yes indeed. I'm gonna make some calls.
I love it. I love it.
A neighborhood park bench.
That's exactly what was on my vision board.
When I was in the psych ward,
I kept cutting out benches for my vision board.
I didn't know why. And now I know:
It was to manifest community!
Bruce, you did it!
Well, I confess that I'm not sure what you're talking about,
but it seems you're happy with me. That's what matters.
- Yes. - Solutions everywhere.
And by the way, I'm gonna call these people.
I'm gonna say they delivered the desk that way
and how dare you, sir!
Really, I mean, why should I pay for the buffing?
Well...
That's it. I put my foot through my nest egg.
Oh!
The bench arrived. I invited my best friend, Dagmar, and her worst friend,
Larissa, also my best friend.
- Hey, dipshit. - Hey!
- What's with the bench? - Hey. Well, it is to connect
- and create community. - How fun.
Isn't this great? It's all coming together.
Why? Because you have a bench?
It's not just my bench, it's your bench, Dagmar.
It's your bench, Larissa.
- Thank you. - It's your bench, sir!
Come have a seat.
That's it, buddy. I'm gonna rip you in half.
That guy needs a bench for sure.
Why don't you come back? You kidding me?
Know what? I'm gonna make a note of this guy
in my notebook.
Oh, I get it. This bench is a way for you to access romance.
- No. - Yes.
- It's like a fuck bench? I love that. - No, no!
That's the way to build community. Sit here all night, suck Ds,
knock out your teeth, have a good time.
Maybe it's time to get back out there? S some Ds.
It's about learning people's names.
The more names you learn, the happier you are.
- I didn't know that. - Because you're a bad friend.
I am a wonderful friend.
- Oh, really? - Mhmm.
You didn't even visit Maria in her time of need.
Ok, no, no. We've already talked about this.
I didn't need to be visited. Besides,
- I'm sure you were busy, Larissa. - I wasn't.
- Okay. - I wasn't busy at all.
I didn't come because I'm an empath.
When people are experiencing negative emotion,
it sticks to me hardcore.
- Yeah. - So, I guess...
It's like I cared too much to show up.
You're a bad friend. You're bad.
Look at this! The bench has got us communicating as a group.
Let's go meet the neighbors!
- Okay. - Oh, God. I'm terrified.
Hi.
I'm Maria... and your name is, please, sir?
- Oscar. - Hi, Oscar.
I am your neighbor and these are my friends...
I just wanted to let you know I put in a bench
that I wanted you to come over and enjoy.
- Go fuck yourself. - Okay...
Hi! I'm Maria. I'm from...
I live across the street and...
Just... gonna put in a bench.
I think it's helpful for...
the community... Okay, all right. That's good.
And I just wanna invite you and your family or... Okay.
We are loving all the people. Don't you shut that door.
Don't shut the fucking door in my face!
No? Okay.
She hates you.
I'll kick her ass!
Why don't you put that in a fun binder?
I'm not very organized and don't have the resources...
Maria, I just had a Larissa thought.
- Okay. - Okay?
Let me be your assistant.
That would make me feel really useful.
Lets face it. The only way to be sure
that I'll be there for you is if you pay me.
- Okay. - I'm gonna need $35 an hour.
The music in the house has to be my choice.
I need Wednesdays off.
It's religious thing. You're not allowed to ask.
Six weeks off in summer, like the Italians.
You know what?
I do need help. And it's okay to admit that.
I accept your offer with love and gratitude. You're hired.
Great! I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. I'll be 4 hours late.
Okay, it's all coming together.
Yeah, even my... bench which is now covered in garbage.
- Okay. All right. - Oh, no.
It's become a bit of a wildlife preserve.
Evening, ladies.
- Hi, Officer. - You can't just...
dump your furniture and garbage out here.
Oh, no, it's not garbage.
It's a neighborhood bench. It's for the community.
Do you have a permit for the community bench?
- Oh, no. Is that required? - It is.
And if you don't have one, you're gonna have to go down
to City Hall and get one.
Or I can write you a 4950.
I don't wanna write you a 4950.
I can't do it right now. I have to get ready for a stand-up gig.
- Oh, invite him. - Maybe...
What a helmet. That's a good shaped head,
if you know what I mean.
Would you wanna come to a comedy show?
They're so wonderful.
Oh, God.
Maria, I'm sorry. Come here.
You're gonna put stand-up in your show?
- Cut! - Yeah. Is that bad?
It's... Yeah, it's bad.
It's just been done so many times.
You know, you got Louie, Seinfeld, Chappelle,
Amy Schumer, my two pilots...
- No, they didn't go. - I'm so sorry.
We haven't officially met. Are you the comedy police?
I'm a friend giving friendly advice.
You're an actor. Just say your lines, monkey.
Give your audience some credit, okay?
They can deal with form-busting narrative innovations.
- We've all seen Breaking Bad. - All right, well, I haven't.
You gotta see it. Anna Gunn is amazing in it.
But look, people can deal with the time jump.
All right? Just don't make it jarring.
If we do, we definitely wouldn't do it
in a way that was jarring.
Here you go.
And don't thank me. I'm a stranger.
- Hi. - Karen Grisham.
- Come here, I'm a hugger. - Oh, thank you.
Wow.
Congrats, Maria.
You made the Grish-list.
Maria, I am the most powerful talent agent in this city or galaxy.
You know why? Every time I walk into a room,
I know exactly how I would kill each person in a sec.
Arnold Palmer?
Elbow to forehead, golf pencil through heart.
- He meant the drink. - Oh.
A fucking beverage. Fuck off, I'm in a meeting.
Look, open-kimono time.
I asked you to lunch 'cause I'm a fan.
- This is a fan lunch, okay? - Wow.
The world loves you. I love you.
You are a hilarious...
Comedian.
So, you wanna represent me or...
Are you kidding me? I would murder that waiter,
snapping his gay neck, jamming that oyster fork
in both eyes to represent you.
But Karen Grisham's booked. Sorry. Got a full boat.
- Ah. - I got so many goddamn clients.
- Yeah. - And honestly,
I just wanna be your friend, okay?
When paparazzi chase you arround the Trevi Fountain
to get a shot of your rancid snapper, I got your back.
- That's so nice. - I swear to God,
I will airlift in one of those Italian fucking scooter things.
What are they fucking called? Ves... Uh...
- Ves... uh... - Vespa.
Okay, that's good.
Oh, come on.
You on a Vespa?
Ok, that is my new favorite image of all time.
- I swear to God, that is good. - (both laughing)
- See? We're friends, right? - Yeah, I know.
You're riding tall on the Vespa. I'm in...
What the fuck's cunt is it called?
The side thing, the, um...
Attached to the motorcycle. What the fuck! Oh, God.
Sidecar.
- Sidecar. You are a riot. - Yeah.
That's our inside joke.
- It's ours. Okay? - Okay.
- Vespa sidecar's you and me. - Okay.
I adore you.
God, I wish I could rep you.
I... Okay, wait. Now, stop.
We're getting carried away. Honestly...
I just wanna be your best friend. I do.
Let me be your spirit guide to the showbiz community.
I can do that for you.
Exactly, you have a manager. I would never wanna poach you from...
Who are you with?
Bruce Ben-Bacharach. My manager.
Do me a favor. Don't tell Bruce about this meeting.
- Oh, my gosh. - He'll get threatened.
I don't have time to walk him off the ledge.
I adore you. This has been a joy.
This is unbelievable. I swear to God...
- I haven't even had coffee. - Want anything to order?
I have another lunch.
- John Cryer. - Hi.
- Karen Grisham. - Okay.
- Come here. - So great.
- Give me some sugar. - Okay. Oh, sorry.
- Okay. - Thank you.
It'll be a private lunch.
- Okay, sorry. - Wanna take the chair?
It'll be private. No one else will barge in.
- Okay. - All right, you be well.
Comedian. Very funny.
I think. Never seen her work.
- Congrats. You made the Grish-list. - Oh.
I'm happy with my representation.
I'm sorry.
- Read the note! - Right.
_
- What... - It's our joke!
It's our private joke.
- It's a Vespa. - Right.
It's for you.
- Okay, bye. - Get on the fucking bike!
- You're gonna ride it! - Okay.
I have a car!
I'll just leave it here.
- Bruce. Hi. - Karen Grisham had lunch with you
You're friends with an inside joke.
I was wondering if we could have a discussion about that?
Yeah. Of course.
So, what else did she say? And don't leave out a single thing, okay?
Well, uh, she says we're BFFs.
I think she wants to represent you.
Oh, no, she doesn't.
She's very clear on that. She just wants to be best friends.
That sounds pretty good to me,
You're my manager. That's all I need.
Are you crazy?
She's our only chance at making real money.
She doesn't wanna sign me. I can't make her.
That's right. You can't.
That's why I'm on the team.
To beg somebody else to be on the team.
Listen, you're a 36-year-old sun-damaged actress
with 8 cartoons on your resumé.
- That's a good point. - Karen Grisham is a shark.
Let me be the chum to drive her to a frenzy of interest.
Bruce, doesn't chum get devoured?
Not smart chum.
Speaking of which, come this way.
I had a little bit of a self-touching problem as a kid.
So, my father insisted I have hobbies where I work with my hands.
- Oh. - Ta-da!
Oh, Bruce, what did you do?
I chummed it up! So, what do you think?
I was gonna return it. Now it's all messed up.
You've got solder all over it.
That's not solder, those are bits of flesh from my hand.
Look...
The reason I did this, was to say,
"This can work." You know, "This is harmony."
Karen sits here, that's great. That's Karen.
Maximum respect.
I am over here, at the end.
Like Pluto, the most important planet.
Not because it's in the center, because it contains from the perimeter.
I don't think that's how Karen saw it.
Why don't we motor on over there right now and we can show her?
- She can see. - Okay.
- Go ahead. Adopt the seat of command. - Okay.
You're the client, Karen's the agent, I'm the manager. No one's left out!
- Hey! - Hi!
Fucking idiots.
Gotta admit it, Bruce, you got me kind of excited to join Karen's flock.
You and me, both.
Take a hard left before Beverly Hills Whale Oil!
- Are you okay? Okay. - Great!
Great deal on whale oil!
Life is all about connections.
We're all in this world together, connected.
Walking each other home.
Hey!
You're in the middle of our game!
I should respect that. I'm so sorry.
Hey! Oh, my God!
Mark! Mark McGrath!
Mark McGrath!
- It's me, Maria! - Oh, my God! Maria Bamford!
So great to see you again.
Parentheses, sarcasm.
Sugar Ray's Mark McGrath, Sorry about what I did to you.
What did I do to you?
Did we, you know...
Did I disappoint you sexually?
You, me?
- Yeah. - You kidding me?
I'm Mark McGrath!
I can bone this entire waterpool team with my hands tied behind my back!
And that's how it would have to happen. Because I'm straight.
- Super straight! - Okay.
But your hair isn't that disgusting.
- I guess. - Aw.
Thanks, Latrisse DuVois by Gary.
Latrisse DuVois!
You know what? You're right. It doesn't matter what I did.
Well, I'm not saying that.
What matters is I hurt you and I'm gonna make it up to you.
I'm gonna make things right.
♪ I apologize... ♪
Come on, that's not even the right melody.
We couldn't afford the melody, Mark, and you know it.
I'm gonna make things right.
Please, don't.
I heard "please."
And I know just the person to do it.
Mark, you old such and such.
Suck my dick, Bruce.
You know, Mark, for a man widely known as Sugar Ray,
you are somewhat under-endowed in sweetness. And neverless
I have here with me the one and only Maria Bamford.
Hey, Mark.
- Oh, God. - Great news, Mark.
Maria has agreed to perform a stand-up benefit
for your Open Arms charity.
- Really? - Yes, super really!
I didn't even know you had a charity,
- but Bruce told me about it. - Oh, big fan.
Yeah, so Open Arms. Wow! I'm all about that.
Openness and engagement and sometimes partying.
And I thought we could combine your charity
with a block party to unveil my bench.
Yes, two pelicans with one Miata!
That sounds good. A block party could be very cool.
Indeed! And by the way, Mark...
♪ I'm so glad you answered the phone ♪
You're paying for that usage.
Ok, Larissa. Time to start earning that 35 bucks an hour.
For your first assignment as my assistant...
Could you make copies of this for the block party?
Make sure that Mark McGrath's Open Arms charity logo is on it.
I don't have a car. Maybe Dagmar can do it.
What?
Can you make copies of this flyer for the block party?
- Open Arms? - Yeah, it's Mark's charity.
Open... Do you even know what Open Arms is about?
Children and hugging, I hope.
No, no, no. Excuse me.
They're lobbying to change open carry laws,
so people can go into Starbucks with semi-automatic weapons.
Oh, no.
- Yes! - No. Oh.
Okay, I'm not carrying a gun for you, okay?
That's where I draw the line.
- About Starbucks, I'd love a frappe. - Bruce didn't say anything about guns.
- Bruce. - Maybe I can make this work.
This charity event is for people speaking their minds,
which I support, even if I hate what they say.
- And being open is good, right? - Mmm.
- Oh, God, yes! - Your bicycle buddy's back.
Thank you, Regina.
Cop is there. Oh, jeez.
Larissa, assistance, please!
Larissa!
- How's the new job going? - Terrible.
Okay.
- Good evening, Maria. - Hello, Officer.
Okay, if you don't have a permit for the bench...
I'm gonna have to issue a bench warrant.
Are you kidding me? Maria...
You'll have a red brick wall on stage.
This is what I was telling you. She's doing stand-up.
Maria, you can't do stand-up. We're really bummed out about it.
Are you a cop?
He's supposed to be... This is the costume he puts together.
Give me a break. You gave me two hours' notice.
I auditioned to be the love interest.
I'm not gonna make out with anyone?
Just don't do stand-up.
I hear what you're saying.
I was gonna use it to explain why I went to Duluth.
We show three different time periods.
Not just when my career blew up,
but also when I did.
I don't wanna lose the audience.
Make it look different.
Use color as a time signifier. Mess with the saturation.
Okay. Oh, and get...
a permit for that bench.
- Yes. - Is any of this usable?
Too gray.
Ew, too yellow.
More blue?
Less blue. Split the difference.
That's perfect.
- You want blue? Here's a blue. - Okay.
Let's hear it for Maria, who is lapping everyone
with her fourth vision board.
Although, she does have an advantage with her hypomania.
Excuse me, Janice.
I brought in the People mag, Oscar issue,
and someone cut out all the Oscars.
And now, I have no Oscars for my vision board.
We should all not hog the Oscars, Dan.
Sorry my dreams are inconvenient for you, Donna!
Hey, whoa, Dan, Donna, there's enough Oscars for everyone.
Maria, there are not enough Oscars for everyone,
as we tragicaly learn every year.
Donna used the glitter.
The dirty cunt.
Hey, we're all here to get along.
No, Maria, we are not.
We are all here to better ourselves,
and sometimes that means expressing your negative emotions.
In a constructive way.
Is there anyone in group who just... who really chaps your crapper?
- Anything. - No! Everyone here is super nice.
Well, that's something that we need to work on.
Because Donna is a straight-up "B."
And Dan makes me wanna take every pill in my desk drawer!
Do you see how easy that was to say?
Duluth. The shining jewel of the Gopher State.
The second largest city on Lake Superior shores.
Home of the longest freshwater sandbar in the world.
But you can't get a drink here, it's made of sand. Duluth.
Oh! How was your day, sweetie?
I don't wanna go back.
They're angry and they... they want me to get angry. And...
I'm not...
I'm not angry.
How does that make you feel?
Fine.
Give it time. You'll get angry.
Oh!
I gotta go see a man about a burrito.
Joel, you cannot go out now. Maria just got home.
I thought we weren't gonna treat her differently
just because her frontal lobe went on the fritz.
Special delivery!
One USDA Choice pug.
You're welcome, Maria, for taking such good care of him
while you were in the loony bin.
What's that, Bert?
Oh, you wanna stay with Mama Susan?
Oh, that's not very nice, Bert.
She's not a mental veg on rye.
Bert, I missed you so much.
Here you go.
Susan, you are so thoughtful.
I don't know what Maria did to get a friend like you.
I'm used to it.
Ever since she tinkled on the seat in kindergarten.
- Remember, Maria? - Yes.
- Remember? - Yes.
- Do you? - Yes, I do.
So, how was the lollipop factory, Ms. Sylvia Plath Jr.?
How was Janice today?
Oh!
Is Janice still operating the group?
- Yeah. - Oh, she's a bit of a mess herself.
She caught her sister with her husband...
in flagrante delicto.
They were having sex right smack dab in the middle of the living room
in front of the Shih Tzus.
Or were they Havanese?
Well, either way, they were innocents.
They didn't deserve that.
I guess we all fall short of the glory of God.
Great therapist, though.
Yeah, she's really funny.
I just hope they can shrink Maria's brain.
Isn't that funny?
All the fame and fortune of Hollywood can't save you...
if your brain done broke!
And how does that make you feel?
Hungry.
I'll get dinner then.
This is called truth badminton.
Each player has to express a frustration whenever you hit the birdie.
All right, begin!
You're weak!
- You have interesting bangs. - You're selfish!
You have wonderful teeth!
Say something angry!
That's a cute sweater!
No one likes you!
I do enjoy my time alone!
You don't belong anywhere!
At least my sister didn't give my ex-husband a blowjob
in front of my two underage Maltese!
I'm so sorry. I'm so...
Oh, God.
They were Shih Tzus.
And stop. It's perfect.
I knew what it was like to be ostracized by my community.
And I wasn't gonna let that happen again.
Bruce! What are you doing?
Producing!
You know, set dec, construction, lighting, everything.
Comedy festivals do not appear out of thin air.
This isn't a comedy festival. It's a block party.
- Caution, my queen. - Oh, jeez. Thank you.
Neighbors are turning against me because of the bench.
Don't worry about anything. You ain't seen nothing yet.
Step into my office, okay?
Maria!
That belongs to Mr. Mark McGrath.
I sense agitation.
Look, Bruce, I can't do this. Open Arms is open carry.
Did you know this was?
Well, I did not read the fine print until yesterday afternoon.
At that point, I was beyond chagrin, so I hid from you.
- Mostly in here. - I don't know what to do.
If I do do stand-up, Patton will banish me
from alternative comedy community.
But if don't do stand-up,
I let down my community and...
Mark McGrath.
Especially since we sold tickets.
- You charged these people? - Look, it was a square deal, Maria.
With a wrist band, they get an orange drink.
People are really going to hate me.
I get it, you're disappointed in my performance.
- No, no, no, no, no. - It's a familiar shade for old Bruce.
- It's fine. - No, Bruce...
I just sunk a tremendous amount of my own money into this.
- That's all. - Oh, God.
I'm with you, no matter what.
Totally! Because I am now, and shall ever remain, your chum.
I'll give it more thought.
- That's all I'm asking. - Okay.
I felt I owed it to Mark to go ahead with the party.
I didn't have to do stand-up, I could tell stories from the heart.
As long as I pulled the neighborhood together,
it would be a success.
I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine,
but instead here's Bruce Ben-Bacharach.
Orange drink sucks!
What Mark failed to mention is that
VIP wrist bands are good for only one orange drink.
Please make sure to put all your business cards into the fish bowl
for the drawing of the dual-action shotgun
from Lil Slaughters.
Lil Slaughters, let's do something about mental illness.
Yeah!
Now everybody, please enjoy the hilarious comedy
of the great Maria Bamford!
Okay, um...
Thank you so much. Let's not call it comedy,
let's call it neighbor talk.
Oh, Christ. You weren't kidding.
She's gonna do stand-up.
Look at that brick wall. Louis is gonna shit.
Welcome to our first annual neighborhood block party
and Open Arms, open carry, guns-for-everyone benefit.
Oh, God! Okay.
I just think we could clap instead...
Oh, God! Okay.
There's no need...
Oh!
The point is, I am not doing comedy.
I am trying to bring people together because you mean so much to me.
And, I really want to be a part of this community,
I love... I love you.
Be funnier!
- You really should try to be funnier. - Okay.
Okay. Uh...
- You guys thinking of shooting her? - It's come up.
We're kicking it around.
A while back, I made a vision board.
To manifest my need for community, I cut out a picture of a park bench
and I pasted that on there.
Fuck this fuck bench!
You're doing great!
What time is it? That's my eight hours.
Okay, that's Oscar.
He's one of the wonderful, angry...
angry, wonderful people in our neighborhood.
What should I do, Patton?
- Hands off the mic. - Okay.
Ladies and gentlemen, Patton Oswalt!
He can do comedy!
Because it's not his show!
Thanks a lot.
Hey, guys.
Well, I know a lot of you guys are pissed off.
I've been pissed off all day, you know?
And here's the thing about being pissed off
is if you're really pissed off,
the joke's probably on you.
Oh, honey, wake up, wake up.
Your purple van's almost here.
No, they're not coming.
They're never coming again.
Not after badminton.
It doesn't matter if you piss people off,
what matters is the people who show up after you piss them off.
Those are the people to hang on to.
They're here.
I need my backpack!
Real friends are always there for you.
And you're there for them.
With the exception of my friend Maria,
who I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be there for.
Guys, look...
So it looks like love isn't gonna find me anytime soon.
Or friendship and community.
But you know what? I'm on a journey.
My show seems like it's really finding its own voice.
Hey, apropos of nothing,
do you guys love or hate the term "gun nuts"?
Okay.
It's Patton's voice. But he is very good.
Express how you feel, whether it's good or bad.
And do not let people force you to do what you don't wanna do!
Like this bench!
Yes, there you go! Thank you! Don't get pissed off at each other.
Get pissed off at the bench.
That's right!
Take down this wooden abortion.
- Yeah! - Come on!
Whoo!
My bench!
It's bringing people together!
Vision board!
Boom! Manifested.
Yeah!
Good job.
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