Hello, everyone, and welcome to Everything Iconic with me, Danny Pellegrino.

It's a special bonus episode of the podcast.

That's right, savings, free episode for you all on the feed because last week on the show,

I had mentioned that I wasn't covering the Real House of Salt Lake City because I missed the episode. And so I finally watched the episode and I was like, oh, I have a couple thoughts on that. And then there were some news, Jen Shaws out of the clink. And then, of course, Vanderpump Rules is on. There's so many Beverly Hills is on now. And there's so many shows going on. So I was like, let me just take to the microphone and do a quick little bonus episode.

And when I say quick little, it might be two hours. Who knows? Who's to say? I mean, got a lot of thoughts. But I had to take to the microphone to talk about all this stuff because I just, I felt like we were a little bit behind. And so we're going to get caught up. And then we're also going to talk about the real of Potomac this week. So I'm excited. I mentioned Jen Shaw's out of the clink now. I hope everybody's on their hands and, what's that saying, on their hands and toes or on their toes? What is that? I don't know. What am I saying? I've had too much caffeine, and you know the only thing that's like running through my head, is the lyrics to Mambo number five. Like, what the fuck is that about? Do you ever get a song stuck in your head? And this time of year, you expect to get a holiday song in your head. I think I mentioned on the last podcast, it's like my son has been playing this like jingle bell thing, nonstop. And so you'd think like I'd have jingle bells or something

like that in my head. But for some reason, I don't even know that I heard Mambo number five in the past 10 decade plus. I don't know if I've heard that song. But for some reason, in my head, it's like Mambo number five. It's just playing. One, two, three, four, five. And I hate that song. I hate

Mama number five, but why is it?

It's just like playing and repeat at my head. One, two, three, four, five. And I hate that song. I hate Mama number five, but why is it?

It's just like playing and repeat at my head.

I don't know.

I'm so overstimulated this time of year.

Whatever.

And I don't normally record the podcast with the mic in a mic stand, but I had to put

in a mic stand because speaking of this time of year, we got some Christmas gifts for the little one. And not a lot. He's only six months old, so we're not getting a bunch of toys or whatever. But we did get a couple toys and then some families sent stuff, you know, it was a Christmas gifts. And so ahead of the holiday, I thought, I'm going to take everything out of the packaging because I don't want to spend Christmas Day, and neither does the six-month-old want to sit and watch us open stuff,

open boxes, and try to get through the packaging and put batteries in and all that shit. So I was like,

let me do that now. But what I failed to realize was, like, all the little toys and stuff,

they're wrapped in boxes that are mixed with plastics. So it's like cardboard on the edge. And then the individual stuff is like wrapped in

that hard-ass plastic, like that battery casing. You know when you buy Dura cell batteries or

any of the energizer batteries? And it's like that hard plastic that's holding the batteries. And so I'm trying to rip

all that shit open. And my hands now are like bloody as all hell. I mean, bloody fingers. It's like I

trying to rip that open. And I had scissors. I was doing my best to get all these things out of the

packaging. But it's like my fingers are all bloody. Each last one, my hands are from opening the toys. It looks like I was couple skating with Edward Cisorhands. I mean, I don't know what's going on with all this packaging, why we can't do proper packaging. Just put it all in cardboard or don't put it in anything at all, because I'm ripping all my fingers with all this hard-ass plastic packaging. So I had to put the mic in a mic stand because I can't even hold anything. Even when I go to touch my face or something, I'm like, ow! You know, it's like hang nails, but it's just open skin, open wounds on every one of my last fingers trying to open up. I don't even know what I was like a little car for the baby. It's like, why do we get a package up a little car? I mean, it's just out of, you know how I feel too

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