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Folks, I spend most of my time. Just stand right over there. Scan of the day's news garden,

excavating a tasteful lagoon, adding the finest, most topical hydro bead vortex filters,

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until I crash into an elemental chlorine tank by the river to create the rancid fish kill of news

that is my segment. All I want for Christmas is meanwhile.

Meanwhile, in Georgia, McDonald's employees delivered a baby in the store's bathroom,

which is much better than when McDonald's delivers via Uber Eats. The baby's always soggy and cold.

It's not the same. McDonald's manager on duty said she went into the bathroom to find

the woman already in labor saying, she was on the toilet lying back screaming, then I knew to tell

my crew we're having a baby today. Okay, that's a lovely story, but someone screaming on the

bathroom in McDonald's doesn't necessarily mean they're having a baby. Could, could just mean the

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