Hey guys, it's Robin. You're listening to We Saw the Devil, and I know I'm back again so soon,

but that's because I'm trying to process the fact that Christine Nome's husband is out here

living his best budget blow-up doll fantasy life while she has been strutting around the U.S.

Like the fucking Iron Lady of South

Dakota. And listen, I confess I've been waiting for this moment. And I had

biological imperative to make sure that all of you guys knew this too, because this can't

wait until, you know, Thursday or Friday for the full episode to come out.

Because go to Insta, go to Twitter.

I know I got a little gaggy in my mouth by saying go to Twitter.

Refuse to call it X, but guys, the comments are giving me life again.

I feel like I received life support today.

Like I haven't felt this alive on the internet since someone deep faked to Ted Cruz into a furry convention. You know, like the people

are feasting. Allow us to feast. Oh my God. Okay. So the Daily Mail just dropped a bomb. Like,

I actually had to pause eating my lunch because I almost

aspirated on my avocado. Brian Noem. Yes, Christy Noem's husband of the now ex-Homeland Security Secretary,

you know, the woman who bragged about shooting her dog, her puppy, and acts like just Betty

badass all the time. He, Mr. Brian,

has been secretly transforming himself into a busty bimbo. And not with like tasteful lingerie

or a subtle, realistic wig. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, we would not be so fortunate. Or maybe

we are more fortunate.

He's using actual fucking balloons. Cheap, floppy, party store balloons shoved into a crop top.

Nipples poked out like they're trying to escape. He's wearing hot pink, like spandex hot pants.

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