You don't know me.

A confession I can't take back.

I am.

The Masked Speaker.

Got a text into 78592.

I steal butter packets from restaurants.

I hide them in my fridge, then eat them in the middle of the night.

Like candy?

It's just, my mouth is so coated, thinking about it.

It's a real chicken or the egg scenario there.

Do I eat midnight butter because I'm sad or am I sad because I eat midnight butter?

I like that we call it midnight butter. Sounds like a bad movie. Yeah, but you know what? If you have something that you've been holding onto or shoving into your face, this is where you can actually let it out with no judgment. One of our listeners is already on the phone ready to empty the butter out of her fridge of secrets. I've never not wanted butter metal now. I don't know why I love that analogy so much. But she's using the fake name, Pam. Fake spray on butter. Did you make that up? No. She requested it. This is so funny. Pam, welcome to the show. Hey, yeah, that's just a weird coincidence. Okay.

All right, butter girl.

She's like, I'm talking to my friend WD40. Yeah. I'm just kidding. Oh my gosh. Pam, the voice changes on. You are now the mass speaker. Whenever you're ready, go ahead. Alrighty. I recently came back from a big trip to Europe. I just kind of travel around solo for like three weeks,

I'm France and Italy, Switzerland. I've never done international travel solo. What was that like? Oh my gosh, it's the best. You have to. But I wasn't alone the entire time. I did meet up with some family that were over there. but I did get a lot of alone time to

sightsee and stuff

yeah that's good

so you can have a long time

and then go see you when you want

did you have some like

romantic

international affairs

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