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Good morning everybody. You know, this podcast really is just a safe place to be positive

and happy and joyful and optimistic and because of that I would like to start this episode of

vocalizing my truth on a positive tip. Okay. Before we get into all the other myriad of cozy

fuzzy topics that we cover here at the Beach Bible podcast. I don't want to sound dramatic but

how do I say this? Michael Bubley is quite literally ruining my life. I also allegedly kind of think

that he is a modern day terrorist. Jackie, that's a bit harsh. Is it Tiana? Because I would argue

in a court of law that Michael Bubley's recent cover of Olivia Rodrigo's driver's license

is on par with Alcada. And I'm going to tell you why. First of all, if you haven't listened to it,

hit pause on this and pop on over to whatever your listening platform is and Google Michael Bubley

driver's license. I suggest taking a horse tranquilizer and hiding all sharp objects before you

listen. If you're listening in the car, you need to pull over on the side of the road because you

will have the urge to run yourself into oncoming traffic. Also get a lawyer because you're about to

get earraped viciously. Okay. After the year that women have had the last thing that our right

list, Fajinas need is to hear Michael Bubley hit that post chorus bridge and dry up our

vaginas like the Malibu Mountains after the fucking Wolesley fires torched the land. Okay. I listened

yesterday in the Airwon parking lot in a dark corner, weeping. Okay. And when I tell you that

after I listened to fruition for the four and a half, the painful four and a half minutes that I

will never get back, my labia was like high grit sandpaper. Okay. I could have saved $12,000

last week, sanding the beams in my living room. If I had a fucking trapeze and some stirrups. Okay.

Just listening to fucking Michael Bubley over and over because you said forever now I drive a

loan past your street. Yeah. You said forever now I drive a loan past your street. Dry as the

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