Hello, you sons of bitches.

I don't want to do this, but I have to tell you that today's episode is going to be a little bit late.

So I'm uploading this at midnight to let you know that it's going to be later today, which is November 21st,

because there was so many things that went wrong this week. I swear this guest host thing

is going to be the death of me, but I'm not going to stop. I had a guest host lined up.

I booked it right after Angel went to rehab.

He was helping me with the research.

He wanted to write the episode.

So I was basically just going to do my own little whatever on my side, which is read the book and, you know, well, Saturday when I was out of town

at a hockey tournament, I got a message from him that his computer crashed, he lost the

entire episode and he can't record. So that left me Saturday, out of town,

hockey. They gave me Sunday, which Sunday I had shit to do. We were supposed to record Sunday.

And then I had to find a new co-host and I had to write the episode and which put everything way in

way, way, way behind because, yeah, so I'm not trying to give excuses because excuses are like

ASHOs and everybody's got one. But I'm just letting you know why it's a little bit late. It's not from

lack of effort, lack of planning. It's single mom doing a podcast by herself while best friend

is gone and shit happens technically every fucking week. So that being said, because that's Angel's favorite saying,

I am busting my ass to get this episode out and get it out on time so that you may enjoy

that of Chuck from learning to curse with Adam and Chuck,

and I talk about a fuckery most fail-well,

because fuckery with friends is the best kind of fuckery.

So don't let your computer crash.

...