Okay, I was on your Instagram.

I saw you posted that wild video of Kim Kutral slap in the base

and seeing where her husband told me more.

Okay, you guys, let me set this scene for you.

Interior evening.

Kim Kutral, her husband, Mark.

I read poetry and Sonnets and he plays the upright bass.

She, you know, is into poetry, who isn't.

And then she starts scatting.

What can only be described as white nonsense?

Yama Kippiebo.

Set a ray for cable.

Wind on Latin, equal.

Usually, something's to ray.

He trained years to play the upright bass

and he had to play that with his straight face.

Yeah, I mean, it's so, they're so vulnerable in that video.

I do feel like they are kind of happiness.

Yeah, miserable people don't make asses of themselves

like this together.

Not like this.

We just have a good rhythm together, you know.

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