Hello and welcome to Dear Kev, the show I give you the best, worst advice on the planet.

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We didn't get a lot of them this week, so we're using six brown chicks.

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With that being said, first question. I had an asthma attack, and that's

when my scamming baby mama found my $10,000 life insurance policy for our son. She's been giving

me sex day and night, fried food and alcohol. I'm living my best life, and my mom thinks she's

trying to quicken my death. Thoughts? So your baby mom's trying to kill you.

Legally, of course. Here's the thing about it, man. Let yourself go. You know, enjoy your life.

The way things are going, you're going to get the sex, the fried food, the alcohol, and life.

Things aren't going the way they should, like, oh, man, things happen.

You're bad.

You deserve bad.

No.

Get the sex alcohol and fried chicken and get asthma surgery.

Is that a thing?

I don't know if it is.

Listen, man, are you really living

if you're not having sex alcohol and fried chicken?

Anyway, you can't be having chia seeds

for breakfast and turmeric.

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