The following podcast is a dear media production. Hi everybody. I'm a

Ahh I think I won't. I promise I'm going to do it anymore I've been on a loop since about a week ago

Andrew's ready to divorce me how's everyone doing I'm hanging on by a thread. My baby is teething and he is a

fucking monster. Okay? He is Lucifer. He is Saddam Hussein. He is Saddam Hussein.

He is a full-blown, the leader of ISIS

and Como Se dese, orphanage.

Como say, do you say regret. I looked at Andrew and I'm like, I don't, I've got to go, I've got to leave the house. I don't know what to do with him. The thing is, the tooth hath not broken through. He is just so so

fussy, like can't get comfortable, screaming, crying, won't eat, won't sleep, tired, over tired, not tired, won't sleep, needs to sleep,

won't eat, starving, like, it's all the things.

And then on top of everything else,

my grandma Gloria has a cold,

so the earth is standing still. She calls me yesterday. Clyde is screaming his

fucking head off in the car. She can't hear anything. All she has, like her phone

has the closed captioning. So you, the world could be, bombs could be dropping,

children could be crying. Gloria, he is nothing. She just reads a little template and she

calls, she goes

I'm like grandma are you okay check this is by the way at like 6 p.m. okay check on a

Saturday are you going to the store? I said what what kind of store?

Oh, Jack, I hate to be a bar the famous last fucking words every time, I hate to be a bother, do you?

Because you do it quite effortlessly, but I wanted to see if you go into the store. What store? The store Jack. What

the store? Meanwhile in the background,

a Clyde screaming his goddamn head off, levitating.

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