Citation Needed - Charles Bedaux

Episode Date: December 7, 2022

Charles Eugène Bedaux (10 October 1886 – 18 February 1944) was a French-American millionaire who made his fortune developing and implementing the work measurement aspect of scientific management, notably the Bedaux System. Bedaux was friends with British royalty and Nazis alike, and was a management consultant, big game hunter and explorer. Our theme song was written and performed by Anna Bosnick. If you’d like to support the show on a per episode basis, you can find our Patreon page here.  Be sure to check our website for more details.

And then you put it in the pan for a quick sear and then boom just delicious sounds incredible actually it is. It's amazing Oh, my turn my turn all right here you go All right, um, hmm. I mean the only way to kill bad ideas is exposure damn it. It's real. Yeah Hey guys, what's what's the big stack of money? I want to play with the big stack of money Get it. Oh, yeah, no, we were just out want to play with the big stack of money. Get it? Get the big check money. Oh, yeah. No, we were just, oh, Tom, that is my money. Oh, wow.

Okay. We were testing a theory based on this week's essay, what with Charles Bado, the famous explorer, business, Nazi guy, we were thinking maybe just having money turns you into a Nazi. And it turns out it does. It does, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

When I held the big pile of money, I just started puncturing myself for no reason. It was insane. Guys, guys, money doesn't turn you into Nazi. It's just a matter of who has the money and the consequences of privilege. Don't be silly. It's ridiculous. Um, Kanye. Okay.

You got me there. Okay. I'm bringing this money to the main episode. Hello and welcome to Citation Needed, the podcast where we choose a subject, read a single article about it on Wikipedia and pretend we're experts. Because this is the internet, and that's how it works now. I'm Heath, and I'm joined on the trail by my fellow adventurers. We have a farmer, a carpenter, a banker, and the guy with dysentery. No, I'm sea salt town and a bee. Yeah, and my harvest doesn't end with you having something to eat so much, it's really moving something to eat.

But yeah. It's going to be the carpenter just like me. They long to be close to me. As the banker, I am definitely not slipping money into my pocket while you're getting snacks. So that's your job, right? Banker. I don't know. It's just getting a snack. Sure. He does. Banker based on the opening skit, obviously. Yeah, right. Right. Right. And Eli, you're just changing the format of the show and you're not going to have decided I don't do a joke at this part of the show. You're just changing the format one to the other.

That's good. Wow. Wow. And you're going to do a roast about it during vulgarity for charity. That's president of the podcast. So Tom, yes, when a person plays thing concept, And also, will you tell Eli

to please put in a thing next time? I'm going to thank the patrons. This is what I'm going to do. I'm going to thank the fucking patrons. Wow. Let's just do the cool. Let's just do the content of the show. What person placed thing concept phenomenon or event? Are we going to be talking about today? Today we'll be talking about Charles Bedou. All right, so who was Charles Bedou? So, do you guys remember when you learned about how the fifth richest man in America in the 1940s was a former Parisian pimp who became an internationally efficiency and management consultant and then later led a failed expedition across the unmapped wilderness of Canada and then hosted the marriage of the

Duke and Duchess of Windsor at his chateau and then introduced them to the Nazis before being arrested in Africa when he conspired with the Germans to build a peanut oil pipeline in Algiers. What the hell is happening? No, no, I actually can't believe how weirdly difficult this story was to research given how big a deal this guy was and how much of an influence he had, but this story absolutely begs to be given the citation needed treatment. Tom, Tom, that's all real. We live in a place where large swaths to the country. You can't even say that slavery was a net negative man.

Yeah. Yeah, to be fair, learning anything in this country is weirdly difficult. It's true. That's an uphill battle. All right, so Charles was born in 1886. His father, a successful engineer, and he had two brothers who would also go on to be engineers, rather than Nazi collaborators, which by the way is just the long way around to saying Nazi.

Nazi, you're describing that. Yeah, it's actually a little worse because you had to seek them out, right? Charles by all accounts was a very bright and highly energetic kid, but a very poor student. And rather than become an engineer, he dropped out of school at 16 and quickly met Rue Pagal, a Parisian Pimp. Oh, I think the Pimp is a guy named Henri Le Due and Rue Pagal is the main road of the red light district in Paris at the time. So I don't know why I know that, but that's I think it's what I just said. I got that mixed up. So Pado already showing the first signs of his life defining amorality became a Pimp

apprentice. What? Huh. Yeah. Uh-huh. From Lado, Charles learned how to fight and how to dress in exchange for luring young women new to Paris into prostitution under Lado's control. This partnership lasted only a couple of years, however, As Lado's control. This partnership lasted only

a couple of years, however, as Lado was shot to death, after which Charles figured that pimping indeed wasn't easy. And I looked into America when he was 19. Okay, I didn't picture Pimps having an apprentice system. That was new. I was like, snatch this chalice from my hand, this absurd chalice and then you'll be ready to. Okay, we got shot there. It would be great if a bitch had my money. No, it's not that I have so much to say. Say what you will, but this is a decidedly less creepy relationship than the one between

Batman and Robin in my mind. Oh, for sure. Yeah. The first Bidow worked a series of medial jobs in an effort to make ends meet, including working as something with the old, timey name Sandhog, which is manual labor in tunnels before moving on to become a successful life insurance salesman. Okay, step down from Pim if ever there was one. I also tried his hand at a number of get rich quick schemes, which involved at least at first, rather too little of the getting rich. Two years after moving to America, he married his practice wife, Blanche Allen. And they had a son the next year who never reenters the picture in any of the materials that I've read. So fuck that kid. Tom, I need you to stop trying to make the term practice. wife happen. It's just not going to happen, man. It's going to happen.

Thought happens. Charles, let's anyway. The Charles then got a job that would change not just his life, but the lives of thousands. Charles then got a job that would change not just his life, but the lives of thousands. But O took a job as an interpreter for AM Morini, an Italian industrial engineering firm. That firm was involved in the burgeoning field of efficiency measurements, which is the business science of squeezing human beings for every ounce of labor they can produce until they collapse and can be replaced with more grist for the capitalist mill. Jesus Christ. But no, it took to the idea like a pimp to exploit it with me. Okay.

Wow. And Nazi empowering rabid capitalist. If you call someone helping kids a petto, I think we're onto something here, guys. In 1917, having returned to the US, but no settled in Grand Rapids and shed his practice wife in favor of his wife's final form, a local Michigander named Fern Lombard. The two were married in July of that same year, and I love the

story of their wedding. While driving about in Michigan, Fern and Charles had car trouble. By chance, another car pulled up and the driver got out to offer aid. Charles, seeing that the man was a minister, asked if instead of helping with the car he could right there on the side of the road, Mary Charles and Fern. The minister agreed and Charles and Fern were wed on the streets outside of Grand Rapids

by a passing minister next to their broken down car. Get the fuck out of here. That minister's name Albert Einstein. No, it makes sense though, Eli. If you're dedicated to efficient, so you got no time for floral arrangements and all that shit. I get it. Now, as we've already discussed, Charles was very much enamored of the field of labor

measurement. And he was also very much enamored of the idea of being rich as all fuck. And so he came up with the concept of the bedo system of human power measurement. Gross, if you can read that name and be surprised that he turned out to be a Nazi, then you are the only one. But here's how this worked. A Charles figured that all labor of any type could be divided up into units, which could be related to a factor of minutes. These units, he called the Badoe unit, later called the B or the Badoe B. The idea was that the work of anything produced could be measured and divided into 60 equal units to determine how efficiently someone was working. Hey, Charles, I think you're describing

minutes. Are you saying you're in the video? Minutes of work. Now, thus, if you were a coal miner in one hour, you should produce an amount of work equal to 60 but do units. 60. 60. 60. A conversion is crazy. It's tough to keep track of. You invented dividing too. Workers would then be rated and paid based on their production of these B units. Of course, the company would determine the starting place for the numerator in this equation. And the result was that work either sped way the fuck up or labor expenses came down. Either way, companies loved it and every worker that ever labored under this system fucking loathed it. What's the formula for converting B units to two-liter bottles of P?

Yeah. One to one. Feel like Charles and the employers are forgetting the old formula that Shakespeare proposed for workers rights, you know, to be or not to be, if you know what I'm saying. Okay. Yes. I'm going to say not many people can move on from Pimp and land on something even more exploitative, right? Well, don't Charles. By 1924, Charles and Fern moved from Grand Rapids to Cleveland, and the B unit was taking off.

Badoe acted as a management consultant, selling and overseeing the implementation of this work-speed-up system of labor to huge companies all across the globe. Charles Badoe was indeed getting quite rich, and quite quickly, and Badoe International was established. By 1934, companies in 21 countries were using the Badoe system, including Eastman, Kodak, Dupont, BP, and Campbell. Okay, I still understand how the world of industry was paying this guy for the concept of time and the division sign. What the fuck were they using before this guy? Wow. it? It was a gumption and bootstraps. He's keep up.

Now, when I say that nobody liked working under this system, what I meant to say is that they violently resisted. That's the not to be like I said. That's true. At Campbell's, the introduction of the B standard became the primary driver for the majority of the shop floor battles, of which there were many. In 1929, textile workers forced to labor under the system, went on strike to protest the B units' use in their factories.

Similarly, the B units' use in the Pacific Northwest, among workers in the lumber industry, led to violent labor disputes, which seems particularly dangerous when the workers are wielding axes. But all of this was just noise to Charles, who had now become not just rich, but fantastically so. By the middle of the 1930s, Charles Badoe was the fifth richest man in America. What? So naturally, this is a good time for him to take up Canadian wilderness exploration and Nazism. Huh? And Nazism.

All right, well, almost Nazi time is the standard cue for the citation needed half time show. So, I take quick break for some op-able of nothing. You folks need a hand? Yeah, yeah, thank you so much. Oh my God, I thought we would be out here all night. Oh, it's a cold one, all right. You have a jack? No, no, that's why we couldn't change the tire. Ah, no problem, I got one. I'll get it out of the back here.

Pardon me, are you a priest? I am! Our First Lady of the Maciel Conception! Well, thank you, father. This is so helpful. Alright, here you two go. I have some hot cocoa in this thermos, so you can just warm in my car for a while while I change out your tire here.

Wow, wow, you really are prepared. Heck, while you're at it, you can marry us, red honey. Well, I mean, you're not really dressed for the occasion. Yeah, yeah, just joke, disregard that, she was not being serious. Now, hold on now, miss, are you, let me guess the size and eight? Are you, let me guess the size and eight? I am an eight. Well, and what size coat do you wear, sir? No, well, 46 long, but we're not doing that. We're not getting married. That's not-

Give me a second. Okay, okay, okay, hold on a second, hold on. Okay, I did have a gown in the back. It is an eight. Also, if a 10, if it's a little snug, closest I had to you was a 48, see if this one fits. Oh, wow. And, you know, I could just tap on my horn for the music,

it plays a pipe organ version of Canon indeed. Oh, the whole song? No, she was just kidding. We didn't even discuss this. Yeah, you should see how mad people get when I tap it a stoplight, my goodness. I mean, I do have our rings. Ring? What are you talking about? Oh, they're just family heirlooms. I keep them all for my special occasions.

Special occasions, like getting married on the side of the road. What is happening right now? I also have a golden retriever in the back of the car here. Cues, that is your ring bear. Oh my god, that's amazing. I want a golden retriever as a ring bear. Yeah, all right. That's cute. But we haven't even talked about this, this father Is your ring bear? Oh my God, that's amazing. I want to go to Retriever as a ring bear.

Yeah, all right, that's cute. But we haven't even talked about this, this father. All right, now all we need is to set up a reception. You know, funny enough, do you all like steam table, lasagna? Okay, I do. And we're back. When we left off, the guy who invented, Horsepower for Humans was about to check out Germany in the 1930s. Give me a break. What's next, Tommy? He puts the B in the Zeitklund. What's going on?

What's next, Tommy A? But the B in the Z eye clone. What's going on? So I have to set this scene for you. It's now 1934. Charles has managed to make himself wealthy off the backs of the everyday worker, the world over like all industrialists. But the money isn't really the primary motivator for Badole. What Charles wanted, what he really craved, was recognition of his genius. He wanted to stake a claim on history itself, and like many of the era, he wanted to prove up his man cred by doing white man exploration stuff. He spent a month crossing Libya and explored and hunted his way about British Columbia a bit in 1926 and 1932.

Trouble was nobody really cared. I mean, it was the early 1930s, and the world was somewhat preoccupied with the simmering tensions, threatening war in Europe, and so they paid little attention to the eccentric management consultants camping trips. Charles would need something grander to get the world's attention and to do that, you would have to attempt to do something never before done. Invent length and width and depth for the very first time. He'd go, let this go, buddy. He got. Why didn't nobody bring this up? He didn't

get in the middle of time. We don't know't else nobody had ever done traversed across 1500 miles of Canadian wilderness from Edmonton, Alberta up and over the Canadian Rockies all the way to the Pacific Ocean and British Columbia. And not only had no one done it, but definitely nobody had driven this route, which mostly has no roads or trails. It has very big steep mountains in the middle there. So naturally Charles Badoe announced that he would make this dangerous improbable track across Canada in the newly designed and tested Citron half track, it's basically a little car tank hybrid thing. This voyage would be officially called the Badoz sub-Arctic Citron Expedition, though nobody really called it that. Citrons had recently

been used to traverse the Sahara and Gobe Deserts as well as the Himalayas. Voyages which were racistly dubbed the black and yellow cruises respectively. Yikes. But those citron-based expedition was frequently then referred to as the white cruise. Yeah, and now that those are called Disney cruises, but I think. Except that's also not what it was called. What it was actually usually called was the champagne safari. And in fact, there is a documentary which I could not for

the life of me get my hands on in time for this essay of the same name. More on that in a moment. I want to explore the motivations for this voyage across the Rockies before we continue this story. Because if you're scratching your head and wondering why anyone would try to drive

across the Canadian wilds, you wouldn't be alone. Ascensibly, the state of goal was to test the possibility of using the Citron half-tracks in mechanized polar exploration. And Badole was familiar with, and he knew Citron. So it did have the potential of being a great spot of publicity for him. Still, Charles was footing the entire cost of the enterprise, except for the Citroëns themselves, and there seemed to be very little payoff even if the expedition was successful other than publicity. Except that and pin

in this as well, it might have actually been something of a failed Nazi spy mission to establish a land route across Canada, which would be useful somehow for Nazi reasons. Yeah, useful because then they could just stop and Calgary and blow their horn all night. And it would make a lot of sense for a Nazi movement through Canada to stow out in Alberta, though, yes. So, but oh, sent an eight man team ahead to try to hack down trees and what have you sufficient to create some kind of path for the expedition. And Charles,

efficiency expert prepared for a carefully thought out essentials only trek across the wilderness. Just kidding. What he did instead was invite along his wife and his mistress. What? About 50 cowboys, along with their pack horses, a personal valet, a maiden waiting for his wife, but notably not for his sidepiece. And of course, a film crew, including Floyd Crosby, who had just won an Academy Award for some old movie that I had never heard of. Okay, wait, he brought his wife and his mistress.

Some tells me this expedition's gonna go just as wrong as Tom's other essays where everyone ends up eating each other. Yes. Yes. All right, so a weird cinephile side note. The movie Floyd Crosby won an Oscar for it was called Taboo, a story of the South Seas,

and it's exactly the kind of racist type that you would expect a burgeoning Nazis cinematographer to make also David Krossbe's dad. That's a fun fact. Despite his adventuring about in Africa and Tibet prior, Bado was not a man too interested in abandoning the creature comforts just because he happened to be attempting to cross a nice chunk of America's hat without any experience or roads. Naturally, he very efficiently brought along the usual tents and stoves and gasoline for the half tracks, but he also brought with him a small handful of comfort items, such as crates of fragile China and crystal stemware, French novels for the women to read

to alleviate boredom, silk pajamas, of course, a whole fucking bathtub and porcelain toilet with their own tents to surround them. They of course also needed to eat as well. So they brought along the usual camping food fair, such as caviar, dementia cream, truffles, and just crates and crates of champagne. Okay, everybody makes smores their own way, Tom. There's a lot of judgey here. Yeah, cocaine. It's a really good smores party. I'm just saying. So it was that on July the 22nd, 1934, the intrepid and pointless and perhaps fascist team attended the traditional expeditionary send off champagne breakfast thrown by the board of trade. And they set off. But those started the journey first, writing in a limousine,

which he soon abandoned for its wild impracticality once out of sight of the well-wishers. abandoned for its wild impracticality once out of sight of the well-wishers. Things did not get much better from there. Within 24 hours of setting off, they began to get a taste of just how stupid this whole enterprise really was. 1934 was one of the rainiest years in the area on record, and the ground soon turned into a gooey, impassable sludge. Now, this wasn't mud. This was kind of a wet churned clay called muskag. And the citron half tracks were just absolutely no match for it. The machines kept getting stuck and had to be pretty much constantly winched up hills, or they just broke down, or they were in constant need of cleaning out the gluey musk egg grinding them

to an inexorable halt. By August, they were averaging about three miles a day. Hey, boss, they have a dedicated word for difficult mud that we're going through right now. It seems like a whole thing. Maybe we just help do the Holocaust. Maybe we just help do the Holocaust. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Now by expedition standards, things weren't going well. And Badoe had, as you'll recall, invited a whole film crew to document this thing.

And you don't want to look like an asshole, swatting mosquitoes in the mud while they move forward inches at a time. Instead, Badoe and Crosby asked the cowboys to act out like little dramas and plays for the amusement of the ladies and to give the cameras something to film other than tedium. To keep those in the real world entertained, but Doe started making up thrilling little missives that they radioed back to the world with wild exaggerations that would make Eli proud. Hey. One such embellishment was the bold man lost in raging rapids, which actually referred to a horse, which had drowned.

Okay. I'm still stuck on him turning his cowboys into an improv troop. Right? We see Klam, aren't you glad we took those glasses at the pit? How's it going to help us be cowboys? You said, well, boys, your face red clam. Let's see expected to come across like herds of unruly mountain cattle.

I don't know what the hell else he planned to do with them. The Citrons were not working, but Budo couldn't just abandon them and move on. Instead, he set up two of them at the top of a nearby cliff and he had them pushed over the edge so they could film them falling to the ground below. Another they put on a raft and floated down a river and they had rigged up part of a nearby bluff with TNT so that when the raft bumped into the river band, the TNT would explode, and the bluff would collapse atop the half track to great cinematic effect. Instead the citron merely floated gently down river, passed the explosively bluff and

out of view. Okay, please tell me the Nazi guy went over and checked the dynamite like Wiley Coyote and the purple machines. Stood right on the ax. Yeah. Now that Citron was later found and recovered by a rancher who would then drive it regularly on his property for the next 30 years. That's awesome. Ironically, the Citron floated peacefully past the explosives right into Michael's Bay, right there. Michael Bay. They still had horses, however.

And so they thought they could still salvage success from the grip of failure. But of course, they did not. It would not be a Thomas if they did not. Now what? You would not. Right. And instead the horses came down with hoof fraught a contagious and terrible disease, which once it infects a pack of horses pretty much spells doom for them all. The expedition

was reduced then. They're hooves together a lot like. I don't know how it spreads. They walk in each other's shit quite a bit. It's probably that real one. The expedition was reduced then to shooting horses at a rate as high as three horses a day, which then attracted wolves. Badoe was forced to abandon the whole thing hundreds of miles from his intended destination.

The footage of this whole mess was lost to posterity until 1986 when it was found and turned into a documentary. Charles Badoe, of course, declared the entire thing a rousing success and turned his full-time attention to becoming a better Nazi. So Badoe had purchased a chateau in France called the Chateau de Cond, which was a ridiculously opulent castle-looking thing that he renovated to make even more opulent. And that ridiculous expense paid off for Badoe, when in 1937, he hosted the wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor at his estate. And of course, Charles got to talking, as you do, and naturally suggested that perhaps after the nuptials, the Duke and Duchess would like Charles to arrange for them a nice tour of Nazi Germany. You see,

by this time, Badoe, over the opportunist, had cozyed up to the Nazi regime, believing that they were more likely than not to seize and keep control of Europe. And for their part, the Duke and Duchess were thrilled with their little Nazi vacation getaway during which they toured factories and mines governed by the B2B system. And then the Duke capped off the trip with a speech praising the Nazis, followed by a wholesome Nazi salute. Okay, yeah, that's terrible. Even if you take away the Nazi part, though, the fuck goes on a factory tour for a honeymoon. That's insane. Okay.

Wow. No, you do not have to take that. Okay. No, no, it's fine. Eli, he's inability to appreciate a good tri-belt system is punishment enough in it. So do you know about the tenets of national socialists. That's a good trybells. In 1940, after the fall of France to Germany, Bedot was made an economic advisor to the

Vichy regime and the Reich, which should have Bedot fined since he had made some refinements he wanted to try out on his B system. By this time, the B unit had evolved from a simple unit of measurement for labor to at least in Charles's mind, the potential to replace currency itself. It's a coin. It's a coin. This is so dumb. Wow. This is insane. Budeau called the idea, quote, capitalism within

communism, unquote. And his idea was that, capitalism within communism, end quote. And his idea was that everyone would receive a basic income ration in the form of bees. This UBI would be just enough to survive, but little more. And from there, each person in the society would then work to produce labor capital, which would be measured in, of course, more bees. And from that stock pile of surplus bees, they would purchase whatever they desired, that their B unit UBI didn't cover. If that sounds like nonsense to you, it is because it is, but that did not prevent the Nazis from basically gifting Charles Badoe the entire town of Rokfert to try out his stupid B system.

This gave him a town to play with. It failed because that's fucking stupid, and eventually the Nazis told him to cut the shit out, and he wasn't gifted anymore French towns for his dumb experiments. All right, so the Nazis obviously fucking stupid. And despite his failure in Rokfert, Charles was assigned by the Germans to a sabotage branch of the obfair. The largest oil refinery feeding the Allies was a refinery in Iran at Abaddon. The Nazis figured that if they blew that refinery to bits, it would choke the oil supply and cripple the Allies. And it probably would have. But instead of bombing the refinery, Badoe

convinced the Nazis that they should seize the refinery and then fill all the pipes with liquid sand. What? The, yeah, oh, yeah, the liquid sand in the pipes would act to protect the refinery from counter sabotage. And then once the war was over, the Nazis would have this sweet oil refinery all to themselves. It was, however, something of a problem that there was no such thing as liquid sand. Okay. Didn't think I'd heard of that. Minor detail. And a large delay was created while Nazi engineers tried to figure out what the hell that could even mean. Oh, hey, you know what? We could get some musk egg to put in there, but it's actually a real pain in the ass to go

there. That's not just clogs everything. Now, in fact, the delay here was so long that the Nazis lost the moment and the whole plan was scrapped so they could concentrate on losing to the Russians. He's just and his office. All right, note to self, only hinge plans on things that exist. God. For me. This last part of the story is a bizarre and fitting end to this tale of incompetence greed and self-aggrandizement. In 1942, Bedot had lost some of his footing with the Nazis, and even in German controlled France, there were violent labor strikes when his stupid Bedot B system was implemented. So it was that he made his way then to Algiers with the hope of constructing a pipeline from the Mediterranean to West Africa carrying peanut oil.

Now that's real. I put a peanut oil. That's a real thing. Now the Wikipedia is a little kinder to Badoe than literally anything else that I read because the Wiki purports at the pipelines aim was to benefit the allied powers. But it was not. In fact, it so wasn't that US officials arrested Badoe in Algiers for treason since he was being actively treasonous at the time. Okay, so wait, wait, wait, wait, they can arrest you for treason just because you're being actively treasonous. Cause I feel like somebody should tell Merrick Garland about that. Is he a listener? Do we know? Charles Badoe, former Pimp turned turned Explorer, turned industrialist millionaire, turned

to Nazi, was flown from Africa to Miami on charges of trading with the enemy and treason. Rather than face the music, Charles Badoe killed himself with an overdose of barbituets that he had accumulated by secreting away his nightly dose until he had enough to kill himself. Nice. This story was almost impossible difficult to find good sources on. And I had to read a crazy number of articles to get all these details, which struck me as odd, given how big a deal he was at the time, until I read an article which surmised

that it wasn't the details of this crazy story, which allowed it's telling to respanite the radar of popular culture. But rather, it was, it's neither America nor France was particularly proud to count him among their ranks that his story remains largely forgotten. Okay. And if you had to summarize what you've learned in one sentence, what would it be? The B unit is basically Bitcoin. That's Bitcoin. All right. Are you ready for the quiz? Let's do it. All right, Tom. There's a lot of lessons to be learned from your assay, but what's my

personal takeaway? Hey, a few moments later. D, let's just get it over with quickly. Oh, no, with secret answer,. E read the entire question over again. So it's harder for Cecil to edit out. All right. Top. No, it's not. All right. I've got one. I've got one for you that'll make the final cut. What did Charles Badoe famously equip to his friends right after his wedding deferred? Charles Badoe famously equipped to his friends right after his wedding deferred. Hey, now we're co-efficient.

B, I'm taking this betto to bed. Oh, was it C? I can't take this. I'm so scared. Yeah. Is it C? She really puts the thighs and Nazi simplifies her or D. Tonight she gets the real B unit.

Like nothing beats now we're co efficient. That's nice. It hold. Yeah. I put all these other ones that I thought I would distract you but no, that is correct it. Tom, what was the song on B units mix tape when he tried to cross Canada? I'm going to be it. Fuck the mounted police.

Be straight out of swamp and see past the rike or D in the shrub. Oh, those are all good. Oh, those are all good. Oh, those are all good. It's got to be fucked amounted police. Yes, absolutely. It was. I don't know how nice this is. I don't know how nice this is.

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