Happy 4th, Happy 4th, July, everybody, happy tanks rolling down the street in the National Mall.

It's a dead guest. I'm Drew. That's Ross. Say hi, Roth. Happy Fourth. Happy Fourth, man. Hi. How are you?

What are you going to do? Oh, on July 4th. I'm going to get real dressed up, probably in some sort of American flag printed garb. And I'm just going to walk around my neighborhood insulting people that I think look liberal.

Are you going to buy any...

She's going to grill stuff.

This is a person that's living the shrub lifestyle.

She's like making crazy drinks now, which is good.

It'll be nice.

I like the way shrub thinks.

Yeah.

Are you going to set off any fireworks?

No. I will be near fireworks.

We're always near them.

But where we live, it's like you can hear them really well,

but the curvature of Manhattan Island means that I am better off watching them on TV.

But I'm good. I don't have a dog.

So that's not going to like get, you know, that's not going to be that sort of scenario where, like, Megan's going to be bunkered down in the bathroom with her trembling pug for the entire holiday. Oh, yeah, right. She has to, she has to, she has to, it's like a bombing raid. She has to sit the dog in the tub. Yeah. I remember, like, last year, she sent a photo to be of herself just like, it wasn't even of herself.

It was just her, like a glass of rosé, like notably full.

And then just like a pug that had just turned itself into a little ampersand, just completely terrified.

Oh.

Are you in a fireworks locale?

Are you going to be doing it yourself?

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