And now, the Nick-to-Polo show.

Hey, hey, hey, how are you?

Monday.

None down, five to go.

Who's enjoying their job?

Is that Babin you start counting?

Eight months into a job, seven months.

I fucking love this job, I'll be honest, but I'm just lazy. You could give me a...

Whatever. I could be managing Heidi Klump.

And I'd be bored half to three seconds.

Why Heidi Klumpnik? I have no fucking idea.

How are you, folks?

Great to be with you. Happy Hanukkah to you in Kwanzaa and Merry Christmas and Ramadan and Flag Day.

I hope you get a nice cheese log in here, Suck. You're stocking.

Suck.

My dad used to get very bitter. We didn't have much money growing up, you know?

And he'd get bitter because he couldn't afford the gifts around the holidays.

And I remember he gave me an etch of sketches, a kid I opened that had said, fuck you on it.

Now that sounds hateful, but it takes a lot of love to make a you on an etch of sketch, so...

He told me, my brother, if we broke it open and ate the silver stuff that it was protein powder.

I'm telling you, he would buy gifts that were off season. My parents, you know, because they were cheaper.

And he gave a slip-in-slime to Christmas. It's eight degrees in my underwear and the fucking driveway is hosing me down.

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