Welcome to come follow up directly on last week when I had water dripping on me.

Filter through my dirty clothes, my dirty underwear.

Those clothes didn't even dry.

I don't know if that was the point of anticipation.

But I just wanted to, I guess, you know, keep a recurring plotline going

through these podcasts.

It took three days.

I mean, eventually wore the underwear because they had, you know, nothing clean.

But all that was for nothing.

So right off the bat.

Also, to follow up, the Royal Family, they finally named this kid.

I don't know if I mentioned this last week, I think they did that, uh, they wanted to name it's something that, you know, conjured up not just the English or British, uh, spirit, but also the American spirit, some kind of cross, transatlantic name for the kid. And what do they land on?

Archie.

Fucking Archie.

This is the kid's name is fucking Archie.

This beautiful biracial monarch baby.

The royal family's first multi-racial, biracial, biracial kid is named Archie in the spirit of transatlantic

I don't understand

I don't get it

a couple of

I mean of course there's the Archie comic

which I didn't realize

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