On today's episode of the SIP, Lizzy and I discussed re-entering the world to bait Huff Hollywood headlines and find a solution to one of our previous problems.

There's a hold for the helicopter.

What for the helicopter? Let's play a quick game. What is this?

Don't talk to me.

I had told Lizzy because she was so rudely on her phone and ignoring me. It's like she didn't want to talk to me.

I'm holding the role in professional racing.

Yeah, oh, the second Lizzy gets here, I'm always like, don't talk to me because we've honestly had a week away from each other.

Yeah.

It's been one week.

Devastating.

And so I didn't want to hear any of your thing about her week until we got here to share with all of you.

But she's on her phone and I go, is that Doug the pug?

And she said, no, it's a...

That's a fucking Frenchie.

Right.

And he said, isn't Doug the pug a Frenchie? Doug the pug?

I'm not at my finest.

You're not at your finest. I've been raging my face off drinking two Red Bulls a day for five days straight.

I'm a fucking mess. I've been wearing these pants since I last saw you.

And they've recovered from the coffee. A lot of people were curious.

They're different.

They're not the coffee pants, but I happen to wear them on the beach for five days.

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