Wow. You asked the right guys! Being a 2 man show, we each get a 50/50 say on every thing, because we split everything down the middle. Except when it comes to the gas money. Then Tim magically transform into a tree bark smoking hippie Buddhist:

“Worry comes from want, Joe. Want not, worry not. Like me. A Buddhist. You shouldn’t want money for gas. Just let it go, yo…”

Ridiculous right? We had one of our classic blow outs the other day, which went a little something like this:

Joe: Hey dude, on the Teenager site, do you want to answer the question “What’s the best way to settle an argument?”?

Tim: GO DRINK THE GASOLINE I REFUSED TO BUY YOU AND THEN SMOKE AN OILY RAG JOE!

Joe: Fine.

And I have to say, the burn ward at St. Jude’s hospital in Chicago is top notch! All the apple sauce I can pour down my charred-blacker-than-the-ace-of-spades throat. I know what your thinking: “Joe, isn’t St. Jude’s a children’s hospital? Why are you there?”

Let’s just say being 3 feet tall has it’s perks. It’s comedic misundertandingly perks!

Could someone tell my mom I’m here? Room E113, bed B.

Thanks,

Joe

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Dear Joe,

I was in the hospital too! Look:

I’m the cool guy on the right! You’re the guy on the left, Joe! Remember?!?!?!?

Just jogging your memory,

Tim