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Hello everybody and welcome to the Bitch Fied Podcast.

Ugh, I hope you're slipping and sliding and just listening to that intro.

God it gets me sticky. Another holiday season without a new Hanukkah

Bob from Jackie Shimmel. I will punish Andrew later for this.

Let me tell you something about Little Deer Andy. Yesterday he says,

Jackie baby, honey, sweet cheeks, love of my life, angel and soulmate from heaven.

Can I make you breakfast? I said, you know what Andrew?

It's about fucking time, 11 years deep. Yes, make me some breakfast.

He made me a seemingly beautiful plate of French toast and I took a bite.

My trachea started to close up, a bit of a dry heave if you will.

Andrew decided to take some creative liberty with his culinary escapades and added a

abundance, an abundance, an abundance of pink Himalayan sea salt to the egg cinnamon vanilla

batter in which he soaked sweet toast in the very last piece of toast that I had available.

And then after grilling said French toast topping with some powdered sugar and sliced

berries, a sprig of mint because he knows I love a pop of color.

Then proceeded to hit it with even more flaky, malden sea salt.

So when I took the first bite, I was gang banged but fucked,

fisted in the throat and in the mouth by flakes of salt, cinnamon, vanilla, all in one.

And I dreamt of taking said fork, French toast fork, bending it in half and then jamming it in his

eyeballs. I hear those labels ringling, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,

I said Andy, why are you trying to ruin my life? He's like, well, I know that you love dark chocolate

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