Let's start with Joan Rivers. You've flown for years, you've flown.

Oh, many, many years, and it's been awful every time. The only thing that's worse than

flying is sex with my ex-husband. I would say Edgar, what part of me do you find sex

is he'd say, rather than I'd find you at all. I'd say Edgar, what's your favorite position?

He'd say the neighbor's house. I mean, I don't know.

So now we're looking for tickle your bags, Joan. What say you?

I said, my least phone finger. I just wanted to make fun of the dumb bitch in the front.

I know you want some of this, Miss Joan. Why is the white girl twerking? They say I'm

problematic. She's problematic. Someone can't sell her. Oh, you can shut it, Jesus, Jigs.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Never was. We just something on your face. Don't touch me. Oh, okay.

The level of unprofessionalism bar too much. And that folks is a pretty good example of

Snatch Game this week. Some really strong performances and some phenomenally bad performances.

And it all went by really quickly. You know what they say about Snatch Game? It's

where the thousand words as whole. Where the thousand words as whole. I think I left

the hardest of that. That was like, oh, God. I mean, the Joan was, no, let's just start

by saying that like face facially, Lucy was giving me Bet Midler. But otherwise, like

big bet midler, like I wish he could do a big business, big business, bet midler, like

for the boys, bet midler. And, but otherwise the Joan was, I mean, I think one of our

marries, Sister Mary Craig pointed out that the Joan was also entirely accurate. And

that some of these were Joan's actual jokes. I don't have a problem with that. Oh, no,

this was an expert Snatch Game. Like it was expertly done. Yeah, I feel like Lucy, Lucy

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