This is a headgum podcast.

Life gets pretty boring when every day's the same.

Take me on a rocket ship to see the earth from space.

I'm that extollary, baby. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning.

Can you see my socks, Emma, in the thing?

No.

Okay.

Great.

And can you see mine?

No. Shoot. Yours are cute. We have different desires for if we want our socks to be present. Can you see them now? Yes, you can. Great. Mine are cute. Mine are cute. Mine are cute. Mine are my mom's. My mom has such little her feet than me, and when I go to her house, I use her socks.

Bambas was supposed I use her socks.

Bambas was supposed to send me socks, and I ordered the wrong ones.

And then I was like, I'm sorry, can I change what I ordered?

And they were like, no, it's too late.

And then the socks never arrived.

I hate this fucking company. I'll be real with you. Sox fall apart. Damn, that is not weird. That is no like pulled punches. They do. I mean, they don't advertise with us, do they? I don't think so. And they certainly won't now. I don't think they will. To be honest. We are burning bridges. But no, to other companies. They have a nice structure. Like. Yes. Yeah. They have art support or whatever. Yeah. Like they pull in interesting ways. But I've had bombas like winter vibe bombus that my mom has gotten me. And they last one year. Sox are like lower on the hierarchy of needs or on the pyramid than like you would think.

As in they're more fundamental to your well-being. I was confusing.

Lower the hierarchy.

Right, but Hamazo's hierarchy of needs.

The lower you get.

The better.

It's like or the more essential.

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