Bap, bap, oh, hello. Hi, Whitney here. Grace here. It is November. Okay. And as, as this year comes to a close,

I'm starting to think about the year ending and what this year theme is, I'm doing something on New Year's Eve.

I'm going to roast the year. I'm like, what is this year? What's the theme of this year? I think it's clear to me that this has

become the year of that de-evolution started. Like the year we took just a hairpin turned back

to being fairomonkeys that just throw shit at each. The year that brought out our worst,

the year where we didn't care about anything but ourselves. This year was so bad. The bright spot

was watching a baby hippo be abused in a Thai zoo. 100%. That hippo is being abused. Yeah.

And that's the sweet, that's the nicest thing we've seen. That hippo, hippos kill more people every year

than like alligators and sharks for seen. That hippo, hippos kill more people every year than like alligators and

sharks for sure. That hippo, Mudang, is going to come back and kill all of you. By the way,

Godspeed, Mudang. You're watching a hip. I can't even watch it because I'm watching. No, it's horrifying.

It's anybody with a brain in their head, which I know there's not many left or we've

all gone so disassociated that we don't know.

But that's how far gone we are mentally, that we watch an animal being abused and we're

like, oh, like it's being tortured and we're gone.

Yeah.

Okay.

I just missed the thing.

This is the year that no one seems to have empathy for any human, any child, unless,

you know what, we do have some empathy.

Mm-hmm.

But only if it's a squirrel.

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