Peace and blessings everybody. You're listening to The Good Brother Experience where it is I, the good brother, the original black man. I am weak. What you're doing? How you doing? How you been? Drink some water. It's thanksgiving week get that water intake up because you're

about to eat a whole bunch of food and you need to break down that sodium chloride you need to

break down them salts you need to break down them sugars you need to break down the collard

with the mac and the cheeses and the chicken and the turkey and the cranberry and all of the fixings.

And the stuffing. No, I don't say dressing because I'm not from Tennessee.

Secondarily, rate, review, and subscribe to my show. I know you have not done so. And if you have, I definitely appreciate you.

If you have not, give me five stars.

Four stars, three stars, two.

You had hatred in your blessed dream, playboy.

Last but not least, if you would like to email me,

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It's looking grim for a Wednesday episode,

Joe, I'm not gonna lie to y'all.

It is not looking good.

But if I get some emails between today and Wednesday,

I might be able to whip something up.

So help me, help you help us.

All right, where do I start?

Yesterday was one of the first Sundays where I didn't have flag football.

So if you could imagine, I did absolutely nothing yesterday and I felt like this void.

And she was fucked up, son. We definitely should have been playing yesterday, but my fucking team was to choose the worst possible time for them nicks to have a calamity happen.

You know what I'm saying?

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