Oh, bye, my friend.

Don't want to be.

Oh, bye, my friend.

Yeah, well, here we are.

Another week.

Another disappointment.

I don't want to start this episode off too solemnly, but don't worry, nobody else died.

I think we're good for 2017 and 2018.

God, I'm lovely.

For anyone who subscribes to my bonus episodes on Patreon, because I'm a fucking idiot, I prematurely ejaculated my guess list.

I tend to do this when I get really excited about a guess that we booked.

I like to do it in a roundabout way.

I either state the name on the Bitch Bible official Facebook group, or I'll just casually just beat around the bush, if you will.

Speaking of bushes, the person that we were supposed to have on this week fell in a bush last year.

So connect the motherfucking dots, or if you're a little bit slow, count just Luhianne was supposed to be on today.

Now, when I tell you that I would rather have count just Luhianne Delecepts Diagostino on this podcast over Nelson Mandela, Oprah,

who else is important.

Steve Jobs, Sally, Jo Hanson, Raphael, is that her name?

I don't know.

All the pillars of the community.

I would rather have count just Luhianne on this podcast over anybody.

Michelle Obama, I'd still pick Countess Luhianne.

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