Hey guys, welcome back to One Popular. I've had a lot of messages about last week's episode. A lot of people gave me their thoughts on squirting. Like, the squirting discourse is alive and well. Is it real? Is it not real? Well, I heard from many of you and you all gave me your

opinions and look, I'm not into the whole, like, I'm not in the Amber Rose call her daddy

sphere of podcasting. So this is very foreign to me. I didn't know that it was such a discussed

topic out there. Some people even said, listen to the Calla Daddy episode about

squirting. I was like, oh my God. I ended up on the squirting Reddit, subreddit, and I saw

things that I didn't need to see. I've seen too much. I've waded too deep into the waters of squirting and I've had enough. I think

there's some things that you're just not supposed to see that much of a certain thing. And I just

feel like it's just too much. Like it went from it being this sort of funny thing that I like

associated with Farah Abraham's sex tape

to now seeing the realness of it in my face. And it's too much. So what's her name from

Summer House? Is to, Winter House, sorry, she's to blame for that because she really, she got me

down the rabbit hole on this. And now I need one of those pens from men in black, the ones that like fucking erase your memory. So if anyone has one of those lying around, please send it to me. I'll set up a PO box. And yeah, I'll just be clicking it repeatedly in my face to wipe my brain clean. Also, when I complained about random people who message me, then, like, everyone that I talk to on Instagram is like, I'm sorry if I message you too much. I'm like, I'm not talking about you. Like, if you think it's about you, then it's definitely not about you because it was about people that, like, don't even listen to my show, don't know anything about me. They just, you just have people that just like want to

just send you reels and stuff all day, but they don't really like care about what your opinion

is or anything. They just want like a sounding board or something. I love talking to all the people that listen to my podcast. I've made heaps of friends from the podcast. I'm going to America in April and I have not even like plant. Like I have no idea like nothing. Like I haven't bought the tickets. Literally all I've bought is the ticket to Miranda Lambert in Vegas. I'm so disorganized. Please don't message

we're going, oh my God, I can't believe you haven't booked anything yet, because I'm going to do it, okay? I just am like not, I'm just like so, I'm just so all over the place. But I am seeing a lot of people that I met through the podcast. I'm seeing people that I've made friends with through the podcast. I'm going to

see Miranda Lambert in Vegas with Shalin Lester, who became a friend via the pod. I've made Instagram

friends and Twitter friends and stuff through here, so I love it. It's great. I mean, I've

fucking no one to talk to you in real life here in this little podunk town. So thank you for all the

Instagram people. People ask me for updates about me and my mom, because obviously I used to

talk about, you know, all the fights and the dramas that we would have together. The truth is that

since I stopped living with her, we don't really fight. Like, it's just normal again. There's, it's normal. Nothing's going on. Yeah, we're not living together. And now things are just smooth sailing. She brings me coffee in the morning when she goes to the gym. And I think she knows that I basically have, like, no friends. But she also, like, she knows that I'm kind of like miserable here and like have nothing, but obviously she wants me to stay as well because she wants like family clothes. So she does like little things to try and make it better. Like she will bring me coffee and she'll drive me to the gym, not all the time. I mean, she was supposed to drive me in the gym the other day. And then she ditched me to watch the Bold and the Beautiful at her friend's house.

So it doesn't happen all the time, but she does, like, put in the effort there.

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