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Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, another fucking week.

You know, it's hard to do a light, fluffy comedy forward podcast in the midst of a global

pandemic without seeming wildly tone deaf, but distraction is key.

Let me tell you how I'm doing.

Not well, bitch. No, I'm kidding. Listen, I'm alive.

I'm breathing and I'm currently uninfected.

So I'm giving it a big fucking two thumbs up.

It's all we can ask for at this point in time.

What a weird time in the world.

You know, it's hard to not appear completely tone deaf while trying to be

entertaining.

So I'm going to do my best, but listen, I need everyone to understand what my body

composition is like currently.

I'm about one third vodka, one third butter and one third chlorox bleach.

And it is a fabulous combination, but I am starting to feel

slavvently irritated, which is, I mean, honestly, how I feel all the time,

disgruntled, impatience.

You know, just at my wit's end, as I'm sure all of us are feeling,

but we got to keep trudging forward.

And let's have a little bit of a laugh.

I want to talk about the Real Housewives of New York because talk about a silver

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