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Just a quick note before we begin. This episode contains discussion of sexual assault, and there is a brief conversation about suicide. If you or someone you know is in emotional distress or contemplating suicide, you can call or text 988 to access a trained crisis counselor.

Okay, so we got invited to a fancy friends fancy apartment in New York for dinner, the kind of thing I'm usually actually quite good at getting out of gracefully, but in this case, it actually did sound like a nice group, and I hadn't been around humans for a bit,

you know, because I've been working and whatever, and so off we went. And I got seated

next to a gentleman whom I have met before, and I've never really caught into, but what the

heck? I mean, how bad can it be? Uh, bad.

Okay, so first of all, he starts to butt into conversations from all around the table.

The mansplaining gets going pretty fucking quickly, and we learned that apparently he's an expert in everything.

And most of all, in making a lot of money, which is just so thrilling

to hear about, again, from another Ivy League educated white guy who wouldn't know his own

privilege if it ran him over, which it did several times. But did it stop him from bloviating?

Oh, no, no, it did not. And like I said, you know what? These were fancy friends, and they have a little balcony things who are sitting outside. It was a lovely early fall evening. And as this guy is pontificating about his latest trip to Dubai and the rising value of something or other, and I'm just praying that dessert is coming so I can get the hell

out of there, I started to notice this really weird smell, right? I mean, it's like this awful

smell, and it's very close by, and I'm trying to identify it, and then it hits me. Oh, my God, it's dog shit.

This motherfucker is not just completely full of shit.

He has stepped in shit, okay?

Dog shit.

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