The following podcast is a deer media production.

Top of the mother fucking morning to you.

Listen, not to peel back the curtain too much.

I typically record these podcast episodes at like 6.30 a.m. on a Monday,

just the day before they're due. It is approximately 5.33 on my Sunday evening.

I am tending to a gorgeous six hour bolognaise sauce because I'm that kind of

bitch. I'm somebody that like goes shopping for Parmesan rinds.

I almost had Parmesan as a joke, but I didn't want to give anyone the wrong

idea. Anyone that says Parmesan, put your head in the oven.

Secondly, now I felt like an internal pull to start recording off hours this

evening because I'm in the middle of watching some red carpet coverage.

And when Jackie gets rashi and Jackie gets that rosacea flare up and my blood

starts boiling, the way that I purge my soul is I turn to the mic.

I turn to the podcast. It is very much so means of therapy for me.

And there was just nowhere else to turn.

So here I am. I'm so excited.

I set the DVR listen, especially in this past year, all I look forward to a

silver lining, if you will. And I can't even, by the way, I can't even think

about poor grandma Gloria locked up in Frank style in her fucking bunker,

watching this bullshit death because it could bring a tear to my eye because

you know this bitch has been looking forward to red carpet coverage for at least

eight months and the down and just to think about how disappointed she must

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