Hey Britain, on a day like today, you already know the absolutely perfect thing to eat.

It comes in a bowl, you eat it with a spoon, it's absolutely delicious and it'll warm you right through.

Of course, it's soup. It has to be soup and of course it has to be Heinz.

Which leaves you with just one decision. Will it be a tried and trusted favorite or will one of the new hind soup flavours

tantalise your taste buds like French onion with a couple of chunks of warm crusty

bread topped with a little melted butter? You already know you're going to love it.

For warming comfort on a cold day, it has to be Heinz. It's Monday. December 4th. And the day.

It's Monday.

It's December 4th.

And the word of the day is epicariccy, which means driving pleasure from the pain and misfortune of others,

just like Schadenfreude, but more obscure and less German.

Used in a sentence, can't say I won't experience some epicaricacy.

As I watch, Lower Middle Class Rust Belt Republicans stick their tongues out,

waiting for all that sweet, sweet tax cut money

that's gonna trickle down to them never.

Yeah, but good news, isn't a practice run it being Australians

went really well, I think. Mm-hmm.

Oh, for sure.

He's going to move to Waihiki Island, Bonafat Winery Steward.

It's going to be great.

It's going to be great.

I'm no illusions.

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