This is really hard for me to say.

Chris, I hate him.

And imagine how that feels for me.

This is actually not cool.

So that, oh, wow, was media trained.

You go round, hell for a blue.

I don't want to beat this person.

It's never a bad day when in and out's involved.

I would never isolate an entire community of people.

Oh.

I put a cigarette out on my own butt.

And that's the sip.

Ah.

I do a bootlake version where I'm just filming on my phone the whole time.

Yeah, last week you spoiled the sipIP. What? You literally took the SIP's thumbnail, like, unedited. Oh my God. No, no, no. That was a mistake. And that honestly wouldn't have even happened if you hadn't intruded on my selfie. I was taking a solo photo of myself to send my husband so that he would want to F-U-C-K-M-E. And there you go. Popping your little gay face in there, like, it's your birthday or something. A lot of complicated things we need to unpack there. Okay. Like your husband wants to, it's been how long? Who knows? Years. Maybe a decade. He's, I don't want to be this person.

What?

But if you don't sleep with him soon, he's going to find somewhere to sleep with.

And it's going to be, and you're going to be the where?

He's going to find a hole.

And it's going to be yours.

No, I'm, I don't know.

I just feels like that's what the threat is.

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