• Josh: We should definitely travel the Bolivian Road of Death
  • Jon: Sounds good
  • Josh: I'm packing a parachute though, for when we fall off the cliff
  • Jon: Parachutes would be ideal
  • Josh: Totally
  • Jon: I'm driving
  • Josh: Wait. Why?
  • Jon: I've been in the car with you hitting shit too many times
  • Josh: When have I hit anything with you in the car? Most of the collisions I've had are when I'm flying solo
  • Jon: As refreshing as that sounds on the surface, do you remember your highway crash with septic face? Then there was that bird you hit in cape cod. You've crashed into toilet bowls in the middle of the desert. You crashed through a toll barricade that one time...
  • Josh: OK. Firstly, septic face rear ended me. I avoided that collision, albeit narrowly.
  • Jon: You didn't avoid anything. I had a concussion and her car was smashed!
  • Josh: I'm not responsible for getting rear-ended by a girl who hadn't slept in two days.
  • Jon: You stopped short on the highway because you weren't paying attention!
  • Josh: Yeah, but i wasn't legally culpable. And secondly, birds get hit all the time. You've run down multiple squirrels.
  • Jon: I've never run down anything
  • Josh: I seem to remember you definitely hit a squirrel and it going flying up behind your car when we ran back to my house in high school to pick up "Meet the Feebles" for Rayme's party.
  • Jon: Lies. You're a shit driver and I am not getting into a car with you as the driver on the Bolivian Road of Death
  • Josh: I'm not a shit driver. Ken Lau is a shit driver.
  • Jon: True, but thankfully he isn't coming with us.
  • Josh: And I didn't hit a toilet bowl. it was a number of parts FROM a toilet bowl.
  • Jon: OK, well I still count that
  • Josh: Yeah, well you've hit a fucking deer, how's that?
  • Jon: I didn't hit the deer. He hit me. It's all semantics.
  • Josh: You know... why the hell do I waste my time arguing with you, when you're just picking a fight to keep yourself entertained at work?
  • Jon: All I'm saying is that I'm driving the Bolivian Road of Death. You will work the iPod.
  • Josh: you're a douchebag.