Lotsa Pasta

What’s better than the beginning of a story? The end of a story. That’s right. I got you. You didn’t see that coming. You couldn’t possibly see that coming. Maybe you did, it is the finale episode for this story after all, we’ve been talking about it for a while. Maybe you did know. Maybe you knew too much. You know what they say about people who know too much. They suck. Yeah, I said it. I got you again, you fucking know-it-all. Anyways, Cannibal Siren and I are back to finish this fucking story once and for all. This one goes out to all the mentally ill both on an off this podcast. May we eternal R.I.P. And by that I mean, rest in pieces (of weed). That’s the real kicker here, after all. If this narrator had just taken a dab none of this would’ve happened. He would’ve been too stoned to read that note in the first place; Chucking that shit out like the junk mail it is. Does this ending redeem itself? Kinda. No spoilers, but KINDA. Let’s get into it. The Man in my Basement Takes One Step Closer Every Week(45