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Hi, baby gorgeous. Good morning, everybody. I have some exciting news for you. If it is 10 a.m.

Pacific time, you might want to hop on over to my Instagram because we just did a merch drop

and let me tell you this has been a labor of love. It was my grandma's 91st birthday shot out

Grandma Gloria this weekend. And for her birthday present, obviously being the fill in the

thropic generous, thoughtful human that I am, I gave that bitch merch. You know, a geriatric

elderly Jew is the best consumer report that money can't buy because you know, this bitch is

inspecting the fabric quality, the seam work, the embroidery, the texture, it doesn't give her a

rash like all of the things. This new merch drop is hands down the best one. I have an email from my

high school clothing teacher that I received a year and a half ago. Okay. And she says that she

listens to the podcast. Hi, miss Beth. She's the only teacher that ever gave me an A not to brag,

but once again, I would like to remind you that I barely walked at graduation. I was dropped

failed from three classes and I believe I left high school with a it was a 1.8 GPA 1.8. And I don't

know that I'm prouder of anything else in my life than that 1.8 GPA. The life lesson there is

that you drop out of school kids. It doesn't fucking matter. You're never going to use it. As long as

you're learning social skills, you know, homeschooled kids a little weird. I'm just going to say it.

They don't have the sociability that public school kids have, even private school kids. You know,

I'm a public school kind of bitch. You meet a little bit of everything. You got to stand out. You're

it's jam packed like a sardine in the classroom with, you know, 60 kids. The teachers don't even

know your fucking name. You got a pop. Okay. Similar to life. Unless you're becoming like a doctor or

a dentist or something that like requires training in a degree, drop out of school. You know what

college gets you HPV fat and poor. Okay. So just skip it from Aunt Jackie. Anyways, so my clothing

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