Do you know what time of year it is? It is too fucking hot in my room.

Uh, o'clock.

So, uh, the shirt is coming off.

Yes.

Yeah.

Whoever wants to join me?

I can smell you through the microphone, baby.

Exactly right, as you should, as you should.

So at what point do you cave and like Jerry rig some kind of air conditioning unit with some dry ice

in a fan? You know what? I don't know why I have this thing against it. I honestly don't

fuck. I think this year I'm going to bite the bullet. Yes. I can get a proper

fucking cooling thing. But I wanted to get a like a standing.

Oh my God say it with me a

fucking standing fan thing the one that rotates.

Yeah yeah.

Yeah but for some reason I can't fucking find one to save my life that actually would suit, you know, my room.

They're either all room, they're all incredibly ugly and cost what, like five euros or whatever the fuck and they break every

30 minutes just get a normal AC or whatever type of thing that you can install in your

apartment trust me fair enough for fair enough I'll take a look into it.

That aside though.

For the listeners, like Hakim is literally the most masochistic fucking person that I've ever met in my life.

Like obviously thanks to all your beautiful patrons and the support and so on he could very much so make a nice little setup for himself to be comfortable

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