The following podcast is a dear media production. Hi everybody it's a gorgeous Saturday morning a crisp brisk is it brisk or is it brisk?

Brisk is when they snip the peepy.

Brisk is a little bit chilly.

It is a brisk Southern California morning.

I just shoved my ass in a legging and sauntered over to a

Pilates class because I am trying to get my shit tight for the Bahamas. I don't want to

embarrass my son on the pink sand beaches. Here's the thing. I consider

myself somewhat of a lesbian icon. I don't know if that's confirmed with the lesbians, but just like a self-appointed

Lesboo legend. When playing rock paper scissors, I'll tell you this. I always choose scissors, okay? In solidarity.

Scissors, scissors, scissors. So I share the following story with love as an ally to the community.

I just have to say something.

Okay, consider this a top of the show PSA.

You lesbians need to get your fucking shit together.

Okay?

I'm in this Pilates class, okay?

Just do in my little circles, okay?

Stretching my inner thighs, sitting next to two lesbians, okay?

And they cannot stop fucking kenoodling, okay?

They're getting off the machine, giving little butterfly kisses,

they're playing footies during the circle stretch. I mean they're having literal

galed chuckles about everything, okay? So I'm like trying not to stare but it's

enough already. They're like tickle tickle tickle like good job babe like like do you know perusing each other's little toes and I was like you guys for fuck sake we get it. Okay, we. We get it. Love lives here, Lesbows. So we're doing these like

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