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Hello to my four and a half listeners. Just remember this. You can't cancel somebody

that's never been greenlit to begin with. Think about it. Process, marinate on that.

I'll probably get a tattoo to my lower back. You know, the saying goes that when life hands you

lemons, one is supposed to make the sweetest of lemonade. I have decided to take said lemons and

squeeze them into my own eyeballs to punish myself and then let the acid burn my retinas off

and then force my husband to make a sticky bob to one of Gloria's voice mails from eight years ago

and then sell said bob and donate the proceeds to charity specifically the N. double ACP

legal defense and educational fund. So you guys, if you follow me on Instagram, you know that

Andrew has created a masterpiece. We are releasing a grandma, Gloria, pop star, geriatric dance

bop for the masses. It is the song of our generation. She has the vocal stylings of, you know,

Destiny's Child Lady Gaga with like a hint of a Barbara Streisand and like also a vibrato

that can only be compared to Andre Bacchelli maybe. I don't really know, but you need to stretch out

those hammies because you're going to fucking drop it low. It's a smash. I have been begging my husband

for years to make me a pop star. I just wanted like a sticky, sticky bob, a bitch Bible anthem and

obviously he's extremely intimidated by my talent factor and does not want to give me the

opportunity to shine my vocal stylings. So last week we were, you know, quarantining per

use and I was just thinking like what the fuck can I do to A, bring people some joy, B, B, charitable

because I really do think that actions, I'm an actions person, you know what I mean? Like words,

they come, they go, they don't stick. It's like playing darts with a fucking limpling guinea. Like

I think what people say is not indicative of what people actually do. So I wanted to do something

that was productive and the song is, I mean, I played it for my dad and he cried. Like he was so

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