Like so overwhelming. Yeah. Yeah. Well, it feels that way for me because it's bad

in there. Well, yeah, same. Really messy. Oh, okay. Yeah. Like this is, well, you can't

see it's too dark in here. But if you could see, you'd go, whoa, whoa. Do you think I would

rethink our friendship? You might. You might go, well, if that's our closet, what's inside

of her mind like? It must be horrible. Yeah. I know what the inside of your mind is like,

yeah, it's horrible. It's like, it's like the little dog singing a song of bones, bones, bones,

bones, two son and art. Okay. Some art. I got a new ID for different art little dog. Honestly,

you're not too far off. The only thing you're missing is like, in addition to the bones,

bones, bones, there's also like a little xylophone going, like all the time. And it makes

it hard to think about other things because the xylophone's always going. Got it. Okay. Yeah,

that sounds exhausting. Yeah. Is it an intrusive thought if it's a song? I've never heard

this before. You're gonna kill your family. No. Crash your car. Crash your car on the highway,

pull it to the right and crash your car to see what would happen. Would you die? Probably.

But what's so bad about that? And then it's not intrusive. That's a great, honestly,

because it does make it more fun and you'll probably won't do it. I think I'm going to practice

doing this. I know I'm not going to do any of the intrusive thoughts, but I think from now on,

whenever an intrusive thought is like, throw that baby or like, put that knife in your thigh,

I'm going to make it a little song. Put the knife in your thigh. Got to throw that baby

through it real far. Alexis is gone. She's giving water to crumb and she won't know

that I'm singing a song about my intrusive thoughts about throwing my friends babies to a

Celine Dion song. Whenever you hold your friends baby. What's this back? What? God. I'll listen to it later.

No, you won't. You won't filthy things, you said. I bet you won't. I bet I won't. I better

...