When I was a kid we had a milkman.

Done! Picture this. When we’re too old to work mental gigs, we’ll buy a margarita van with a giant parrot mounted on top. 6–11pm suburbia route. Bring lots of joy until alcohol tobacco and firearms shuts us down! If Ev is in, he could build our retirement biz a frequently crashing iOS app … for like… whatever?!

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