Alright, here we are with Bob Levy, lighting up a joint.

No, cigarette, brother.

I stopped that.

Anyway, yeah, Kelly Press and just died, Bob wants to talk about that.

Bob, you got some gold on that?

No.

Look at the way he puts you under the fucking spotlight right away with this fucking shit.

No, I'm just saying that now that she's gone, there's no doubt that he's diving headfirst in the cock again.

You know what I mean?

Like all over the fucking place.

He's gonna have like come all over him in that shit.

I mean, he's gonna be a fucking mess now with just fucking semen dripping out of his ears and shit, you know, because he can't handle, uh, most women can't handle death. Well, maybe it wasn't gold. You saying he's a woman? Yeah, he basically is. I mean, but you think he had her killed?

No, no.

Well, maybe.

They're calling it breast cancer.

I don't know if the Scientologists can give someone breast cancer, but I could say that.

Yeah, they could induce that probably.

Bob, do you think it's going to be kind of like a repeat sort of Rod Stewart's

stomach pumping situation? Is that what you're saying? Oh yeah, he's definitely going to be on a

ticket at a hospital soon getting fucking jizz popped out of him. It's going to look like a

fucking tap beer with sperm coming out of them. Frothing? No. So Bob, bob bob so what's going on with you you just

you're not getting divorced and you kind of let us down i'm not going to lie you know it's like it's

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