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Hello everybody! You know, in an attempt this week to decompress, take a load off and not do all

the verbal heavy lifting, I thought I would recruit my own flesh and blood, bring her in the studio

and see how she did. You know, stars, they're just like us. And this week for my Mother's Day

Spectacular, I recruited my little sister. And you know, I know that my audience,

historically speaking, is very difficult on guests. I ask you to extend a shrivel of grace

to my little sister, who was, you know, perhaps a little unnerved by the big,

phallic microphone just inserting into her face. So, you know, bear with me. Next week, I will be

doing very aggressive Met Ball coverage, you know, a day late. Well, three weeks late and a dollar short

per usual. And really just generally going off the rails. I just recorded it and it's

disgraceful and disgusting. And luckily, I'll be out of the country. So no consequences, got me like,

so enjoy this episode. And I'll talk to you next week. I love you. Why do I keep saying that?

It's so annoying. Love you, followers, kill me. But I'd, you know, whatever. Goodbye.

I know that you fuckers listening typically don't like when I have a guest because I get all the

feedback, all the fucking time. So if you don't like this episode, A, you can't because it's

our Mother's Day special with two people with a dead mom. Secondly, it's my own flesh and blood.

My little sister, Ashley, aka Osama, Ben Linda. That was her childhood nickname because

she was a bit of an emotional terrorist. And now she's seen the bright lights. And let's see

how you do, little Linda. I honestly feel like I'm here to be bullied, bullied, pummeled. Yeah,

I mean, I woke up this morning. I nearly fisted all of it. Um, fully woke up this morning. And

someone asked me if I was nervous and I realized, well, no, then I got a text message that said

from a friend that you had mentioned that I did some things with the pillow when I was little.

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