Mr. Dog Poop: Yeah. I mean, it looks like about, yeah, you're level of the second story.

Glen: Yeah. This is usually all grass out here. I mean, it's insane. Hard to tell.

Mr. Dog Poop: This is the China balloon weather machine making snow for Southern California.

Glen: Yeah.

Mr. Dog Poop: Jeff Newsom down there. He made a deal with China to make it snow.

Glen: They probably sent the balloon.

Mr. Dog Poop: Every bad person is Jeff. Yeah.

Glen: I don't know. There is my trail. It's hard to tell. You can't tell. You have to pack it down here.

Mr. Dog Poop: What are you going to do with four more feet? And you're getting four more feet tonight.

Glen: I'm leaving.

Mr. Dog Poop: You're leaving.

Glen: I’m leaving.

Mr. Dog Poop: We need you to stay out there.

Jeff: Glen, I got a couch in St. Pete. You got to get here.

Glen: Jesus.

Mr. Dog Poop: I feel like you can just put some skis and just ski right down into Florida.

Glen: We probably could. You know, we definitely come. Well, come on. You can't tell. Can you see the telephone pole right there? I mean, I'm halfway up the telephone pole just standing here. Look, there're even firetruck.

Jeff: I believe that a Chinese weather balloon.

Mr. Dog Poop: Yeah, you're making a case. But you know, we're not seeing it. We're not believing it. Until we see you like, fall through the snow or do a snow angel or something, we can't really.

Glen: Well, if I did that out here, I won't be able to get back up.

Jeff: Well, I just saw a car pass by.

Mr. Dog Poop: You saw a car?

Jeff: Oh yeah.

Glen: You got to come way over here.

Jeff: Yeah. That snows pretty high, actually.

Glen: Did you see the bus? Yeah. I'm taller than the bus.

Mr. Dog Poop: Yeah. No, it's the snowbanks are like 10, 15 feet high.

Glen: No, about 25, 30.

Jeff: You’re throwing snowballs at the bottom.

Glen: You’re off a little bit. There's a UPS truck.

Mr. Dog Poop: There's a UPS truck.

Glen: Think he's got your Jeff Bezos shit on it.

Mr. Dog Poop: He's probably got your fryer, Glen.

Glen: Yeah. He's in the wrong area.

Mr. Dog Poop: Check the box. It's probably going to be smashed up.

Jeff: That's why this guy was so angry.

Glen: Yeah. Well, it's good shit out here, guys. I mean, I don't know. I've packed it down. I sent you my cave, right?

Mr. Dog Poop: You're what?

Glen: My cave. Oh, yeah. Just sitting out here. That's all you do. What I do on location.

Mr. Dog Poop: Oh. I mean, what are you going to do? You're stuck out there. You get 10 minutes out of our hour.

Glen: Yeah.

Jeff: Glen, I'm going to mail you some Maker's Mark ear projectors.

Glen: Earmuffs, that's what I need. The old fashion.

Jeff: I'm afraid your ears are going to freeze off in that weather.

Glen: Yeah, it's a little chilly out here. It's starting to snow again. You can tell it's dark over there. Right?

Jeff: My lips are getting chapped just watching him.

Glen: Here comes some more. You know, I don't know. That's life in Tahoe right now. All

Mr. Dog Poop: Alright, Glen.

Glen: Well, I don't have any feelings for the folks in San Bernardino.

Mr. Dog Poop: We'll look forward to seeing you. We're going to look forward to seeing you tomorrow with four more feet of snow.

Glen: Four more feet. Yep. And then first break we get, I'm out of here. Oh, here comes the plow. Just in time.

Mr. Dog Poop: Wow. That's a plow? You can't even see. Now that you're down on ground level, all you can see is the top of it.

Glen: Yeah. That's about all you can see right now, now that you're way down here,

Mr. Dog Poop: Plowing the street.

Glen: There's my trail. I didn't even get all the way through.

Mr. Dog Poop: Oh yeah. You were a couple feet down.

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