But yeah, speaking of the what's it called somebody catching a break that is me because I demolished several patient sandwiches on my night shift yesterday and I will never I will shout it on the rooftops. This is my birthright is to go and raid the patient fridges. I don't give up fuck. Really? These poor people they're in there, they're like, oh, they're like,

oh, at least I can look forward to a sandwich

lovingly made by my spouse to get me through this.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

He goes and rates if the patient dies he's immediately a nurse with rooms like are with the dead ones

to like three four and seven okay did you all empty the fridges yet no no I'm waiting for you

hake go Did you want to empty the fridges yet? No, no, no, I'm waiting for you, keep go.

There's ham in three.

But don't even go to the dead lady in seven, she was a vegan.

Exactly right, my God. I was going to say, just to absolve myself. No, no, there is like we provide

sandwiches in the news. It's not the people, it's not their families who make sandwiches and

I go and I eat.

Okay good.

That's a little bit more except.

I was like this guy is fucked up like, you know when in certain cultures,

when you know you go to someone's grave whenever the anniversary is of their

passing and you bring some food you eat there and then you leave some food for

them you know for them to eat in the in the next world and so on and there's always

you know the second you leave like a

shit ton of cats and dogs that like live on the on the graveyard that eat that

food basically survive off of it I just imagine hakeem like sneaking in a graveyard,

I mean like, sandwiches, rah, rah, rah.

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