Hello there. Our house is a dog pound. Come on in and we'll show you how to

euthanize your fears. Get right in bed. Anyway, I'm your neighborhood friendly

black girl Amber. And I'm the gaseous man alive. I have a lot of guests. What

should I am, baby? And I'm my name is Ben and we have a special guest today. We

got Jessica. Tell us about yourself. My name is Jessica and I too am gassy. I'm on

medication that has me very fearful of farting. So don't worry about it. It's

not happening. Let's say you're so fancy that if you fart on this show, the

net worth of the show will go. I think it would, I think my concern is more so

whether or not it would actually be a fart or a situation that would end the

show. I speak of the show. What's the name of the show? This shit show didn't

shit. It's called fly on the wildland. We've, now before we jump into the show,

let's be for fucking real. We're all 30 plus, right? And we're parents. We've all

either shed our pants or shed somewhere we shed. So I'll take a sip. I want

shed in the lake. I had to. It was an emergency. Could it make it back? Lake

Michigan. Oh, and Chicago. You ain't have to name me. Foster Avenue Beach. Let's

not let's not dip your foot in there. You've gotten microcosmic shit particles

from Amber's ass. If you did because when you think about it, everything, every

sneeze, every little particle, every skin cell on the microscopic cosmic quantum

level, we've all experienced each other. Wow. Thank you for that beer. That reminds me

of the fact that there was an episode of my 600 pound life where one of the

people admits to going to like the public 24 hour fitness jacuzzi's to

actually rinse off their ass because they can't reach their ass to wipe it. So if

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