Okay, okay, here we are.

Let me do one of these. My heart's racing, I'm not gonna lie.

I'm acting like I'm normal and I can concentrate, but I am on a time clock.

The Bunny Williams delivery men are coming to undeliver our king bed, which did not match the description.

Robbie's not home.

So I must delegate to these men with ascertain and fight them if they come on to me.

This is my morning, but quick, I have to work and get in a podcast episode and turn it in so it can be edited and put out tomorrow.

So I have a busy week.

Not only that, not only that am I going on a bachelorette this weekend.

Party, boy on a bachelorette party, huh?

How does that sound little old me going out for four days and three days,

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, home Sunday? What am I going to be like when I'm gone?

Who's to say, that person I do not know. Obviously, it shall be fun. I've been, why am I complaining?

What about, what is complaining? What is it?

What is it?

The world's ending?

Well, maybe.

Maybe it is.

You guys know it's been on her mind.

My good friend, she's doomsday prepping.

She's buying up all the tin fish in the tri-state area.

So if you can't find any, it's because she has it.

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