Welcome to this edition of the Shalene Show, which we're calling Saturday Spill. I'm testing something here on the podcast. Let's be real. You deserve something to listen to on Saturdays. I want to keep you company. And for selfish reasons, I just want you to know about Patreon. If you enjoy the Wednesday episodes I do here on the Shalene show where it's like more personal, less structured,

the type of content that keeps you company while you're out on a long walk. There's no

question. You need to join Patreon. It's a private podcast feed where I share stuff. I can't

put on the normal show. The sponsors, there are no sponsors, there are no filters, there are no

ads, it's just me, sometimes very, very explicit, always real. Think of this as kind of like

my own little personal audio diary. It's the kind of things I share with my girlfriends. I tell

stories I should not be sharing publicly and sometimes my unfiltered experiences or just sometimes opinions.

And sometimes I share things that I find them interesting, but not all of my listeners will, but those of you who know, you know.

Okay?

So each Saturday, you're going to get a little sneak peek. It's a clip from one of my full-length Patreon episodes. If you love it and you want more,

awesome. Go to chalene.com forward slash more. There are two different levels. There's between friends.

It's all the real life behind the scene stuff. And then there's one called The Vault.

The Vault is where you're going to get my husband, very, very unfiltered. I already have my acknowledgement of cancellation letter prepared. It's where I put all my deep dives. It's all the

collections. Anything that I've ever released goes to the vault.

And today's episode is from Between Friends.

Here we go. Bitch. Oh. between friends, between friends.

Bitch. Oh my God. I have so much. I should have made some notes. And I didn't. I'm just going to go with it. I'm just going to wing it. I don't make notes when I call my friends. I just remember all the things I want to tell them. So you're going to have to deal with that. Let's start with Thursday. Let's start actually the week before. I went to see my dentist because I cracked a crown. Of course I did. My teeth fucking hate me. I take such good care of them. I'm so

nice to them. I'm so sweet to them. I give them every possible advantage. I floss like a

motherfucker. I brush my teeth. I use a water pick. I do all the things. But my teeth just don't like me.

And I shouldn't complain because I've actually had quite a few

good years since I started mouth taping and then went to learning how to not be a mouth breather

like P. Diddy. And I've had pretty good luck. But an old crown, so it's not anything new.

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