Because I love words and language. Whenever I see the word penis, I rearrange the letters and see

the word spine. I see pencils. Do you? Yeah. I see, I see C&L missing. Ah, it's nice. Yeah,

pencils. Yeah, it may tell us something about your experience with men as well.

Deathling community. Now, I'm probably teaching you to suck eggs.

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Hello there. Melania Gedroach here,

purgatory purveyor, bringing you all

the after-life scoop,

the prees, the posts, the centrals.

Now, today we're talking flowers.

It is a tenuous link to my guest.

Word is that up in the old heavens, the flower arrangements are pretty divine.

We're talking halos of baby's breath and roses that smell like your nan's coat closet. Elegant with a hint of mothball. Downstairs though, it's a little bit more passive

aggressive pansies and a Venus flytrap with an attitude that insists on being called Denise. Welcome to

Well, there's a wheel. There's a wink.

There's a way.

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