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Hi, this is Lanayah calling from the state of Hawaii. If you think Nebraska has it bad, I have to fly over to the next island to even get self-service to call you with.

I just wanted to talk to you about your podcast last week and when you were talking about eating disorders as someone who struggled with one for a while, I just wanted to say, how do you know that I'm not possessed by a demon?

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We make camels, look like children, and we eat people, and we make mess. You guys don't even deserve a mother-pluckin glory hole.

I'll take one of those welcome answers to get one. Bye.

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I'm curious how you look at it. This should be fun. This should be fun to hear. I'm kind of very interested in how you fucking look at it, Tom.

I look at it this way. I am on vacation this week.

I was at different from every other week. I was like, no, you're not here.

I'm a fucker.

Last week, I had to get lazy. You were working up to vacation.

Yeah, no, I get you. I can't just jump right in the deep end. You'll be like, you never hear those stories of people jumping in the ice water and they have a fuck of heart attack.

It's the same thing. You get those when you climb the stairs. We don't want stairs.

If I got to a building with stairs that I had to climb, they couldn't put something at the top of the stairs I want bad enough to make me get up there.

Up there could be like fucking wealth and fucking good fortune and attractive women. I'd be like, I'm good down here.

I'm like, it's one stair. I'm okay. It's actually just a slightly beveled piece of concrete.

Sir, we have one of those lifts on Gremlins. You can just sit in one of those. It's actually just a 4% grade.

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