Yeah, yo, yo, yo, bullying the beast podcast. Yeah, this is the bullying the beast podcast.

Is your boy, uh-oh twerk twerk guy in the building man. She boy wax.

Laurel's not here. She's taking pictures. Nah, she back. Uh, she was a vacation,

but she said she'd throw one up now. Yeah. How convenient and coincidental.

Oh, yeah. I don't know what she's throwing up on the vacation. Wow.

Oh, man.

That's been really good. So I picked up wax from the airport early and the first thing I noticed

it looks like all his clothes have shrunk on him.

His hands are up to his shins. Yes. His hoodie, his, his wrist are exposed.

Yes. For her. What is going on? Yes. I'm blaming on one of my brothers, man.

You know what? When you talk to all your guys on the phone, you know, I talk about

married men and single men should not be on the phone talk about certain things, you know,

and he's telling me that I'm like, yo, bro, I need somebody wash my clothes, man.

I can't do it shit. And I need somebody to feed me here like, man, yo, I always wash my own clothes.

I don't ever let no one wash your drawers. They always do something and lie, lie, lie.

So I'm coming to the fact like, you know what? Maybe I shouldn't try to wash my clothes.

And that's what happened. I washed my clothes. Everything literally shrunk and it smells like

who shot John? You see what I'm saying? Like, what the fuck? I, I spent like a fucking dip rag and

ass. And I let them I should draw all the way that mean. That's crazy. It's like, you know,

God give everybody a gift. Like I could do certain thing. I could go to the piano and just play

and I never learned to shit my whole life. Like God gives certain people gifts.

Cooking and washing clothes is like something's like very technical. You're, you're, it's a gift.

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