I'm Lewis Rattell and based on the weekend I have, I should sound emphysemic.

And yet here I am with my uh uh uh parrot-like clarity.

I was supposed to be complimenting myself, a parrot you don't want to hear actually, with my uh shanta clear like clarity.

The Squawky Bird Bitch.

I ran my scales right beforehand, I'm sure I sound adorable.

Uh you know I'm sure my um newport smoking voice is groveling this week.

Oh do you, are you a newport smoker?

You know what it feels, it feels like I'm you know connecting to my youth.

The 90s, my mother um you know it's it's it's kitschy.

You know whatever you pull them out.

Someone's like ooh, can I get a newport?

My aunt, my aunt growing up had a Winston's and she would watch soap operas all day.

And then she would let me watch game show.

So she enabled me to be the person I became, but literally still like if I'm near like a carpet

that still smells like Winston's or whatever it takes me right back.

It's like a quote unquote glamorous smell to me.

Are Winston's like trash?

I actually know nothing about the brand.

I feel like maybe I don't know.

I feel like Winston's are fine.

Winston's are fine.

Uh what's the name Winston?

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