After the pandemic, forget it. The lines are coming back. It's like you're waiting for a ride a disny world, except the rides brisket. A man chant's going o get to the point where they just throw you down on top of a trash can. One guy fucks teing the ass ad, the other one's feeding your polled pork that's coming, that's on his way. That's the new franklin barbecue experience, which will pay hundred dollars for. And you're wit in line for three weeks. You know, ats the pork. Sure, miami, i don't know anyone gets anything done. I mean, it's not
Tim is in a Miami hotel recording remotely with the great Ray Kump. They talk the monsters that populate clubhouse, the fallacies of crypto and dogecoin, and the new kind of billionaires.