Mr. Hill, there's uh, let's just address the elephant in the room. You're different than the other three of us here in this room.

There's been a black man. No, he's sick. You're left-handed man. Well, that's what I was gonna say next.

And there's some struggles. He's got the smallest penis in here.

And there's some struggles that you've had to go through in our life that we haven't had just now. It's time to educate ourselves, gang.

The men's roofed octane. The men's roofed octane.

Ten struggles only left-handed people will understand.

As a fellow leftist, no, not that kind. I grew up in a household of sinister writers who had

staring disbelief at the freaking the family. I had to learn early to adapt and

ambidextrous approach to my shortcomings. You didn't throw a ball to golfing, to bowling.

I swing from the right. It's so bad that even when I am engaging in some much-deserved

self-care that my left hand feels like a stranger. Help me.

I didn't know he was left-handed. Now that he's left-handed, we have our conversations. I mean,

look, and this is not a bitch or a gripe, but it is an acknowledgement. No, he is. He's a bitch, for sure.

But the world's built for right-handed people, and it should be because it's 88% of the population.

But if you're any 12% that's left-handed, you realize how good everyone else has it. Sure.

My first thing between six and seventh grade, I'm going from elementary school to junior high school,

they introduced the Erasable Incapen. Everyone. Like, this was a must-have item, all right?

And so everyone, from Papermate, I remember this, beg my parents, was that on your list?

I'm trying to... I don't know if we can go ahead here. Because this was a million years ago.

I was, I mean, like I said, between six and seventh grade. So my parents were finally cooled,

they're relented, they bought me the Erasable Incapen. Well, the trick to it was you had to figure out

that you made a mistake with them to certain amount of time. Sure. But when you're, but here's the

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