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No fun, the Jen Kirkman podcast episode 9, 9, episode 9 season 11. Don't you start thinking I've only done 9 episodes of this podcast? Oh, no.

There's been whatever 11 times 50 is over 500 well over 500 episodes. Anyway, I am your host, Jen Kirkman. Thank you for being here. You are listening to the free version of the podcast, which is a shorter version. If you would like this entire episode, which is anywhere from 16 to 90 minutes long, please join the Patreon. The link is right there in the show notes. And it's the only and best way.

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So let's just get on. Okay, I am so upset that I'm not the one that found the alligator in prospect park in Brooklyn. Okay.

I love alligators. I have said this many times. Most people don't believe me. They say Jen, but what if you saw an alligator and it started chasing you? And I say, yes, that is fun to me to picture myself trying to outrun an alligator is more interesting than anything that ever happens to me.

But Jenna could kill you. I know I know it could I don't want it to. But let's just say that there is some.

Overlord, I guess you could say God, that's the most common thing people think of.

God, master of the universe divine plan.

Fate. And on that day, whatever day I'm talking about.

Blank, blank of blank year, that's the day I'm to leave the earth.

So nothing could have prevented me from leaving the earth that day. Whatever I was going to do that day was going to be how I leave the earth. So

yes, I would like it to be by an alligator chasing me in Brooklyn. First of all, the press would be wild on that.

And I don't even care if people are talking about me once I'm eaten by the alligator. I fully think I wouldn't know.

But it gives the people mourning me some kind of comic relief. They'd say this is so unfair. But they'd also say, what a way to go. This is crazy.

So again, no, I don't want to be torn limb from limb by an alligator.

But the thought that it could happen does not stop me from fantasizing that if there's going to be an alligator that's found in

Prospect Park, Brooklyn, which did happen last week, it doesn't stop me from fantasizing that I wish it had been me risk and all.

I'm a fan of reptiles. Am I one of those weirdos that has a gross tank in their home and I have an iguana and a chameleon? No.

I want reptiles to be where they're supposed to be and I like to go visit. I've said this before I love a swamp tour. You want to take me on an Everglades airboat ride? I'm there.

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