The Bird Show. You guys remember, God, how long ago was it that we all called our psychics? It was at the beginning of the summer. We all went to different psychics. Yes. And most of them were terrible. Yes. Most of them were terrible. Melissa had psychic, maybe. I had a horrible psychic. Yeah, she was like, maybe this and maybe that. And I think she said it was even close to it.

Well, it turned out that my psychic was, um, very accurate, at least the most accurate, you know, got a lot of the stuff right.

And, um, was, uh, even coming up with stuff months after the fact, I still haven't listened back to it,

but apparently she predicted that trip out to Los Angeles.

For the TV thing.

Right.

So this past weekend, I talked to her, and I don't know who requested it because I was in

LA at the time y'all came up with it.

And I don't know who requested it because I set up appointments for all of you guys to have with my psychic.

Mm-hmm.

So, and we're going to record those and see how those, you know, pan out.

But then it dawned on me, and I realized this morning something very interesting.

Okay.

We don't need my psychic.

Okay. Because there might be someone in don't need my psychic. Why?

Because there might be someone in this room who is psychic.

Really?

Oh, about my dream?

About your dream.

Oh, Wendy.

Wendy!

Okay, because I had a dream over the weekend, and I don't know where it stem from or what I don't even know but I went to sleep

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