Ah, have I got an episode for you?

Whoa, my lips just made a, I promise it wasn't my other lips.

I don't quiff on command, even if you asked me to.

Oh, a Diet Coke.

Because in this studio of a garage, I am burning up garage I am burning up.

I'm burning up just like my heart and what I have to say in this episode.

Don't you be patient because I have a lot to say and they might fall on deaf ears,

but I hope your ears are cleaned and your cochleers are

audible, for you're not going to want to forget this lively story.

I'm extra hot because I'm in tight tights, serving as compression tights until mine come in the mail, including but not

limited to a surgical leg binder to decrease swelling and a malady that has fallen upon me.

Just you wait.

Just you wait, I'm telling you.

You're gonna have to wait like five seconds.

Oh.

Your good lady, me, she's been scammed.

My goodness, Pilford, from right underneath me, can you believe it like your money in that

lash boost MLL scheme?

Remember that?

It made your lashes long and your eyes red and your bank account decreased to a big

fat goose egg like Hawk Tua.

And her bitcoin she benevolently went to jail for like your dear old grandma when she picked up that unfaithful phone call from Jen Shaw.

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