The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain

that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching

their peak in the afternoon.

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What most impulse?

What?

Upast, fuck. Look. What must. Walk. Impulse.

Hello and welcome to this breaking news episode of what most people think.

And there is.

I mean, some weeks I think like, oh, I hope there's enough news to talk about, and I think does it warrant it an extra episode?

But this week, not a problem, man.

We go back to Rachel Reeves's morning.

Well, on Tuesday, Rachel Reeves took a shit in your corn flakes, as she basically teased

future pain in the budget, but didn't tell us what it was going to be.

She woke us all up early.

I mean, I cannot believe how badly executed this was. It literally like someone's woke up you up early and went quick. Everybody comes downstairs. I've got something to tell you. He go, what? He goes, I'm going to tell you something in three weeks. You go, you fuck it. So we're going to get into that. We're also going to talk about Hammy David Lammy at PMQs,

getting in all sorts of problems,

whether or not it was puppies. Fuck it. So we're going to get into that. We're also going to talk about Hammy David Lammy at PMQs, getting in all sorts of

problems, whether or not it was puppies.

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