Good thing I woke up again
otherwise I wouldn't
be able to do this.
If you don't know
the pleasure of waking up
and eating a chocolate chip cookie with some coffee,
it's safe to say, you're kind of a ding dong.
Work starts at 8:30.
Normally I get there at about 8:00,
but today was uh, was different.
It's friday,
we only have one story to shoot,
so I figure, 'why not show up
on time?'
Oh, also, uh,
look at this guy in the white SUV.
I can never get out, because he parks
directly behind me on the curb,
and I have to pull out at an angle, so--
So that's my ten minute drive to work.
It used to be an hour, I used to have time to listen to the radio.
But now, I live ten minutes away and it's actually a lot more convenient,
but I'm not as culturally advanced anymore.
Uhhh Eric,
you've stolen my desk
for a third day in a row.
We even made, um, like a little promise that we would switch that we would switch off days.
So, here we are.
Oh god, are you vlogging now?
Dude, just get a piece of toast and a blueberry bley bley-bluh-bull
This hasn't even been cooking the entire time.
*edgy boy releases toast*
This is the Editors' Bay. This is where all the people that were bullied in high school work.
Bullied Editor: "He's not wrong."
*grunt*
It's not always fun and games at the office.
Sometimes you have to buckle down and buckle up,
because it's time, it's time to work.
My method is just to find all of my news from Daily Mail.
*british nonsense*
*laughter* Like the way that kid walks in is so funny.
Here's an insider look at the writing process at SourceFed.
I-I I hope you enjoyed it, I'm going through, I'm going through a tunnel!
Just doing an unboxing here of some mail.
"Whore-is-on"
*angered belch*
Comic books?
Give me a breakdown of what that comic book's about, Spencer.
It's about, uh, these umm--
Yikes! But it was my fault, I did this to myself.
--aliens that, uh, come to earth to....
And now you understand why we don't talk to the editors.
It's just like a really interesting--
--take on alien invasion.
Everyday, around 11 AM, we realize: Holy fuck, we have barely written *anything*.
So I make a couple calls to corporate to see what I can do,
and they respond by telling me not to call anymore.
Yeah, look at this finger, it bends off to the left, too--
--"Why does it, like, but it was like bent like, like crooked--"
I wish I had an answer for you.
"You've got like--"
"--like 'witchy fingers'."
Hmmmm, do I smell a hostile work environment suit?
James, we've been trying to shoot for two d--
What are you doing?
We've been trying to shoot for two hou-- Oh my god.
Ava: "I'm done recording now."
That's gotta feel really bad, Dani. That's gotta feel so bad. *laughter*
I'm so happy I--
*laughter* "I can't believe you got--"
*music*
*more music, more intense*
*hip hop music, funky beats af*
I was born in (gun-dom ?)
Fuckin' stop playing.
Stop it.
That fucking game sucks.
One of the main reasons I never record at the office
is because of Sam.
Sam always has ulterior motives with friendship.
"Only Stupid Answers, that's on, uh--"
Look at him shamelessly promote his shitty podcast
on *my* dime.
"What you'd do?"
I didn't touch it. It was broken when I--
Okay, maybe now.
Okay, cool.
Wow, that was the first time Sam had ever helped me.
I thought that maybe there was a future for our relationship.
I'll see ya later, I'll see ya after lunch after I--
"See ya. Go an take a listen to Only Stu--"
I was wrong.
Sam was not my friend.
On the car ride back to my house,
I had to gather myself,
because I knew if I faced Sam again,
I'd have to be strooong,
and being strong
isn't my strong suit.
But as long as I had a good lunch,
I knew that I had it in me to beat him.
Lunch was just O-K.
*literally zero noise, just intense food watching*
"You get my text, Suptic?
Simple answer:
No.
I had previously given Chris a wrong number,
because Chris-- freaks me-- the fuck out.
What are you doing to us today?
I'm making homemade Coldstone icecream.
Sounds great in theory, right?
Sure.
But, knowing Matt, he's gonna put god damn chicharrón in it.
Eric, how do you come up with all your, uh,
all those wacky tweets that you do?
"I get real sad--"
I have a long-ass neck for this.
*muffled* Is somebody fucking me?
Unfortunately, I was actually just fucking myself,
by agreeing to be a part of a meme.
*Suptic's offensive shit being edited out*
Riveting.
You know, people always tell me:
'Steve, the old hosts were better.
They were funnier,
they were smarter,
they were able to hold genuinely interesting and amazing conversations that
truly made people think.
The old hosts were hotter.
They had incredible chemistry;
they were able to work together so well,
and you guys just don't have that.
But could the old hosts do this?
Raise a fucking camera
with my telekinetic powers.
Tell me, tell-, tell m-, tell me anybody that could do that.
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