Ooh my sweet children of isolation it's a Bud-Pod 57

Bud-Pod 57 and Phil here sounding better than ever that's right I finally invested in a micophone.

Phil's got himself up to date with the latest tech.

He managed to get a raider from the wasteland to drive it over in an elaborately spiky, crazy motor bike.

Yes, it's a petrol mic. It is powered by a gasoline of the before years, but it's nice and crisp and it's straight to USB. That's right and that's the kind of technology they had in the before isn't it?

There's a lovely bit of kit. This I scratched it straight away. I'm so bad at keeping these nice.

I'm joined with I have a terrible character flaw where I need things to stay pristine for the entire life cycle

Otherwise I feel I have failed at owning a thing and so yes and I've a feeling you probably have a similar impulse here and I scratch this right on the front straight away. I just knocked it with my laptop and it's now got a little permanent scratch. I'm looking at it now and when I when I dinged it I went over and you know that that moment when you've dinged something and it's

it's the equivalent of when you drop your phone and it's face down and you know it's all about that turnover and to reveal whether or not you've ruined your life.

The big moment, yeah. The big moment, the big moment with when you've scratched the thing is of course, will your thumb rub it off?

And my thumb did rub off the bit of paint that was there beforehand. So it is a real scratch, it's on there right now, and I just have to live with that now.

I have the same instincts, but I have the habits of a careless fool.

Yes.

So I keep doing it and I'm unable to accept that I keep doing it,

which seems like an unfair combo. It is unfair I wish I had the temperament of a

clumsy person there are people like they who are clumsy just absolute clutters I haven't

had an ex like this just clumsy everything, but she didn't care. And that's the dream.

I'm clumsy with things and I give her shit, which is like a living prison. I felt like a wizard or maybe someone who'd spent a lot of time in a kind of ancient temple

when like a month or two ago, I dropped something in my kitchen and like it's, it was glass and it smashed everywhere.

And it was a mess and like it had stuff in it and that was splattered everywhere and I managed to just not

react at all.

Wow I mean that sounds like you just turned into a psychopath.

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