Take 413, guess what, guys, I was recording for 19 minutes and then I looked down and I forgot to hit record.

It's one of those motherfucking days.

I am sipping a caffeine-free diet coke out of a plastic straw.

I have a new mocktail kind of dehydration, you know, surprise, a delight delight a Sunday delight if you will it is one diet

coke over ice with a single-use plastic straw and if you put just a drop of vanilla extract and a fucking

cherry I mean it's nostalgia in a cup. It reminds me of the macaroni grill it's it reminds me of focacchia bread from the macaroni grill. It's it reminds me of

Fakacha bread from the macaroni grill or no it was a rosemary. It was like a big

ball of rosemary bread. I love the macaroni grill I don't have one near me but I would do anything you

know where they have one the Chicago airport I know because I intentionally

tried to book our flights to the Bahamas this year through the

Chicago airport with a long layover because I'm dying to go to the Macaroni grill there. I want the caprice salad was oddly like just so good. The little balls of

mozzarella are perfect and they always had just the most beautiful shrivel of basil.

I love the bread and I love the honor system with a jug of wine obviously and the

chicken Marsala.

Does it get better than the macaroni grilled

chicken Marsala?

I don't think so.

What was they saying?

Oh, I'm sipping on this mocktail

because I'm just, I'm just a touch parched this morning.

Heather McMahon and her husband Jeff came over last night for dinner.

And Heather and I proceeded to do what we always do,

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