Here we go. The grilies are back in action. I am sitting with my dear beautiful friend Heather McMahon. We have a public understanding that you know we're real friends we don't

exploit and extort each other we do not the content we have plenty of

conversations that would get us both cancelled and a couple group

chats with a few pictures that would definitely get us cancelled but last night I

texted you a Hail Mary and I said Heather it's your time I'm

pulling the fucking pity card I need you to carry me to shore on a podcast this

week and you said you bet you.

Gladly.

It is never a pity call.

I will whenever you weighed that white flag I will come.

I will come and bring hot fire content to your platform.

I said that I was saving it.

I didn't utilize it during pregnancy.

My whole pregnancy, I thought, I should batch some episodes.

Maybe I'll call that bitch Heather, didn't do it to you.

I helped you out on the press kiss of your wedding.

You did.

You called me, you said, I need a fucking episode.

This is the thing.

This is what people don't understand about

podcasting. It is it is an ask to ask another podcaster to come on your show

because essentially you're asking them to pick up 50% of the workload. Yes. I'm going to ask

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