Here at the Arizona Inn, just one third of a mile from UMC where Bingo was airlifted after her accident.

Since the Arizona Inn where Chaley and I are doing fire side chat with Chaley, your host Doug

Stanhope. Just your voice is making me want to lay back. Like sitting back in the chair.

Well, sitting here in front of the fireplace at the circa 1930 Arizona Inn, which during the day

feels like you go Bushwood Bushwood that's the country club from Catty Shack. We just know

betting that Bushwood. That's how it felt because Bingo and I big go had to come up for her last

cat scan read she get the cat scan had to come up to talk to the neurologist to find out how

her brain is they did a couple when she first landed two months ago. How was it progressed?

So we came up here and we stayed at the Arizona Inn. We had a two hour drive from Bizby.

It was an early morning appointment. We came up a day early so we didn't have to drive early in

the morning when it might still be drunk and those fucking weird headlights on the Mazda.

Fuck you Jim click was Jim click right. Oh, I can take care of that tomorrow. Oh, shit at Saturday.

All right. It doesn't matter. We will. I have I have a plan for this you and me.

All right. Anyway, the headlights or life the headlights.

So instead of the aloft because we stayed there last week when we came up and said hi to our old

friends the bartenders I go, yeah, we'll check this place out. It turns out I actually stayed in this

fucking place in 2000 and whatever it was for three girls gone wild. Yeah, they put me up here.

I was very pissed because after a long night of annoying women we stayed here and there's no

it's like on a dead street. There's no bars. Maybe that's what girls go wild wanted.

A place for a girl could scream. No one will hear. The rapie in. There's no like the bar closes at 12.

We're here at two. I get what the fuck. There's no mini bar. What the fuck? But it is beautiful.

It's quite as spread. It is. It's kind of like the shining meets

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