All right, we got a dilemma on our hands, Brett just came back from the bathroom and then, look, in the day and age of COVID, I thought we all cleaned up a little bit, right?

I thought we were all a little bit more diligent about our cleanup.

I don't have to go to that restroom that you go to because, contractually, I made it so I have my own bathroom.

But my own bathroom is being usurped.

Next week, sometime later this week, I don't know when the queen of the Hubbard radio, our owner, a super powerful, Jenny Hubbard is going to be in town.

And we've had these like emails and stuff that keep coming in that say, hey, basically the email start of Susie is in charge of HR.

Hey, assholes, listen, that's basically how they all start.

There's like, there's a tone to these. Like, if you haven't RSVPed for food with Jenny yet, you're not getting any.

So do it! And Brett is in on these.

This is deadline.

Brett, he's gotten three different IDs. He's got three different meals going in, so I don't know how he's done it.

Hey, assholes. It's me, Susie. It's Thursday. I haven't heard from half of you. You want food or not.

And then you get on to this side.

Yes, first off, no potlucks, no food sharing, Russian bread lying situations to eat with Jenny.

I'll just go to fucking Ryder with Jenny again. We'll have a dinner.

I'm not going to sit and stand with promo people and weirdos reaching into the same bin of food that I got to go to.

And why do you ask why do people think I'm so weird about it Brett? Tell them what you just saw on the towel dispenser in the bathroom.

Because some nasty MFR that works here decided to put their blood soaked like thumbprint or fingerprint on the paper towel dispenser.

Oh, I'm not going to go. No, it's still there.

You just seen the black head, I admit.

Oh, and you want to eat with these people?

And a couple of months ago, we had it all over the mirror.

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