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With Bob.

The very mention of your name makes children scream in terror.

And Sherry.

That is the most infuriating woman who ever lived.

And now, broadcasting from the Palatial Bob and Sherry studios.

It's Bob and Sherry.

So I was up in the middle of the night trying to calculate probabilities, which is always a terrible idea, but I had a good reason for it. It wasn't my usual pandemic insomnia.

At 124 this morning, the smoke detector outside our bedroom, the batteries decided to fail.

And so I was lying there in bed listening to it and I thought, smoke detector, it's a 50-50 chance.

It's like a coin toss.

Heads, you fail during the day and tails you fail in the middle of the night.

But for my entire life, it's been landing on tails.

It's always the middle of the night.

I think they have, I think they have like somebody's sick little cousin who they put in a job to program those.

And he's sick.

The man is sick in the head. And he programs them to go off at

1 o'clock in the morning and not during the daytime. I think you're right because this 124,

and it does, it does a couple of things. First it does, beep, beep, beep. Yeah. And that wakes you up and you lie there for a minute and think oh my god

i'm not dreaming something's beeping and then right this very pleasant female voice starts doing

this low battery fire fire fire fire, you got a good one.

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