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Long Winded with Gabby Windey
Rejection and d*rty t@lk
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this week we are discussing the woes of being rejected and challenging the colloquial “It’s not your time.”
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This episode is brought to you by FX's Love Story. John F. Kennedy, Jr. And Carolyn Brissette join host Evan Ross Katz on the Official podcast for FX's new series Love Story. John F. Kennedy Jr. And Carolyn Brissette. And go behind the scenes with cast and special guest featuring Sarah Pigeon, Paul Anthony Kelly, Grace Gummer and Naomi Watts. FX's Love Story. John F. Kennedy Jr. And Carolyn Bessette. Wherever you listen to podcasts, Edible arranges.
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Gabby
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Host
This episode is brought to you by FX's Love Story. John F. Kennedy Jr. And Carolyn Brissette join host Evan Ross Katz on the official podcast for FX's new series Love Story, John F. Kennedy, Jr. And Carolyn Brissette and go behind the scenes with cast and special guest featuring Sarah Pidgeon, Paul Anthony, Kelly Grace Gummer and Naomi Watts FX's love story John F. Kennedy Jr. And Carolyn Bessette Wherever you listen.
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Gabby
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So instead you cry in sorrow, alone and embarrassed, like a paper that is falling from the ceiling, and you look up to watch it, only for it to paper cut your cornea. You've seen it. You've watched it too closely. I'd say it's not your time. They say when getting rejected, it's because of you and your destiny. The universe has your back. The secret in Oprah Recommence and say again and again and again, your future cannot handle the timing. The moon and the stars are protecting you, but you must wait for your time and to not be rejected but accepted. Timing will be better when you show the world you're ready. Well, how you do that, we mustn't know, do we? It's just a bunch of words strewn together that means absolutely nothing. What's new? Award salad of a type with a Roma tomato sprinkled in and maybe a cucumber with massage kale drenched in ranch dressing, which you drink like the leftover cereal milk from your Cheerios because you're disgusting. No, I think rejection is because they're not ready for you. On the contrary, you need not take accountability or change who you are for someone else's time. This is not about you, you. It's about them. They decide when it's their time, and many times they are not on time. Come back next year, the Denver Broncos cheerleaders say to me. See, See, it's not their time to have a great like me. You see, it's not their time to see to see what I see in me for I want someone to see me clearly without even a pair of plus 1.25 reading papers just to see their iPad nightly reading reading a great such as Jane Eyre after Wuthering Heights and then on to Rebecca. They're stuck in the 1800s. How will one be ready for me, huh? Get with the times. An innovator the future I am and I am on time. I return. I return to a Denver Broncos cheerleader audition and again they are still not on time. They say to me, you're too warm and we like it quite Luke on the cooler side of a tepid. They're not ready for a glinting, glistening hot fire who would do wonders in the back rows of choreography and hairography to the right, to the left and around and around and around. These thick locks are made for something and it is their destiny. All they want is the iceberg that is taking a hundred thousand million zillion years to melt and scientists still really care about it. But it's like I don't have the time to give an ounce of a fuck of a melting glacier when I I can't get health insurance. It's not their time for me. Come back next year, they say again to me. And finally, finally I charge the stage with two orange pom poms and the words Rookie DBC Gabriella and I run and I run and I kick, I spit and I spit and I spit in the head. They are ready for me, and I have always been ready for then. But they caught up finally, with haste, throwing me into interviews with the Colorado 9 News, Kroger brand Barbara Walters asking me how my parents feel about me being sexualized while we're in an empty patient's room and I am clad in nursing scrubs. Ew. How can you squeal those words aloud when I spend all of these 12 hours, not just euphemistically, I think that's the right word, saving lives, but actually, and excuse me, but my my patient's blood pressure is going down the tube. Lady, save your lewd questions for someone who cares. And by the way, my parents are happy as a clam for me being sexualized. And this is a question that was not sent to me via email the night before. A curveball this is, but I know not to swing. This old bitch isn't going to get me like that. I go on to complete many more interviews on camera, including an ESPN Sunday night feature and I was the last swimsuit calendar cover girl. And I received a Papa Warner award for my work during COVID on being a dancer. Wait, let me show you my cover photo. This is she. For I have always been on time for me. Oh my God. Oh my God. And I don't know if you saw, but I have a hole in my pants. And it tends to happen. It tends to happen when you have a little too much junk in the trunk and you refuse to try your jeans on whenever you go shopping. But I wear my hole with pride, for it is my time. Okay, Where was I? Oh yeah, my successful time as a cheerleader. And you know what? They missed out on so much time on me. But that is their cross to bear. An echo of their failure that may bounce off the dance room walls fore and ever and haunt your cochlears and vibrate your head around doing, doing, doing. Like a ping pong is in there. Twas rejected. Was I fresh off the Dancing with the Stars tour by all the agents in Hollywood. Huh? Excuse me. I got second place and I co hosted for I am a Star. But nobody watched my season, which is why nobody remembers. And I am okay with that. But you agents, I know you follow me on Instagram. Well, where do you see yourself in this cursed city? Where are you gonna go now? Well, I thought that's what you were there for. And who knows? Cause I don't want to stop at what I only now know. But I want to keep going and keep going and keep going. I say with earnest, the ceiling is glass. They titter in my face. Titter, tatter. And I know they're not ready for a woman like me who is fully cooked in the oven at 450 degrees. They're not ready for a talent like me, which is yet to be determined. But I will always find a way to get back on tv, to get myself going, even at the umpteenth hour. And then fortune struck them and it was their time for me. Now here I bring a 10% and a 10% and a 10%, and I am accepted as a piggy bank. And you know they've missed out on all the 10% of a lifetime. But now, but now they have it bind them. A fresh set of teeth at the very least. Here they are, a mouthful of turkey. Teeth that blind your eyes when a smile comes about. My corns, my corneas, those should be mine. I screamed at myself through my gritted all natural teeth that I wish were some kind of a poultry. But. But this timing that Brought incisors to your head is not because I did something not good enough. It's because they had no time for the ones who are great. They couldn't see what was right under their nose. Take a big whiff. It's me. Hear me ye they say when I say it's not because of you. It's never ever ever because of you. Unless hear me when I say it's not because of you. It's never ever, ever ever ever because of you. But it could be for some of you. And that I cannot help you with. That is a lost cause. Because some people because it is because. Because of them. And they'll never know because they don't have the self awareness to take the criticism if you try and help them. So you might as well let them be, but reject me. I dare you. I know my beating heart and my buzzing cerebellum. It is not mine or yours to take on mere audience. I understand. You may not understand and your time is equal to my time. But this is philosophy. Maybe if you start from the beginning after a puff of a sativa with a cbd, you will understand. Or maybe you're gonna have to listen to it twice. And maybe you have to study and your time to comprehend, to adopt this philosophy, to gulp it down like a gallon of Kool Aid with extra sugar. This is on your time. Can you believe our parents used to feed us that? What were they feeding us? But you know what? Somehow we're all alive given the mass consumption of red dye 40. Because we are resilient. Things are on other people's time. No, our time. I'm even forgetting my own philosophy. But it is confusing because it's such an elevated way of thinking. But other than that, sometimes I think, well, you know what? Who should I be in a different life, in another life and a parallel universe of everything everywhere all at once? The magic library. And that's where the examples end. Because I don't know of another one, but you get it. Who would I be? What? What would I be doing? What should my goals be, huh? In another life, I shall be a hobbyist. No, I'm not talking about crocheting and knitting. That will not work for me. I need a. I need a hobby. Upright on my two legs, not supine. No simple reading will work for me, even though I am on the classics. As you know, Wuthering Heights. Loved it. The jury's out. They didn't understand. They they they they they they they they they they didn't like how you Couldn't keep track of the characters. But that is what's so fun about it, is that you're lost the whole time and it doesn't make sense until the end of the chapter, end of the paragraph. And Catherine is full of sass and petulance, and she withstands every beating from everyone who beats her because she's always getting beat up. Like, damn, what were they doing back then in the 1800s? So much violence. And I will say I have no hope for the movie, but I will be contributing to the millions of dollars it has grossed already. And I'll tell you what, Jane Eyre is well on my nerves. Sure, sure, maybe she's forbearing and intelligent with great morals, but stop being so cerebral, Jane. Jesus. Take a load off. Take an edge off. Let the emotions take over. I cannot take the dialogue anymore. And don't you trust Mr. Rochester? He's sketchy. I know he is. I can smell it through my pages of the Kindle. And he's full of lies. Don't let him overcome you with his. His extensive sweet talk and just a lot of talk in general. Speak up, Jane. One says she's outspoken, sure, maybe, but there's not a lot of volume. Er, sheer. Lots of words. And she's courageous and sticks up for herself. But I need more enthusiasm. I need more umph from the original heroine, feminist. But don't sit and wait at a man's feet. Please, dear God, stop calling him sir. I'm gonna rip my eyes out and smash him. Smash him on the page like and so maybe they can read. But it doesn't have to go to my brain because I cannot take it anymore. This Mr. Rochester doesn't deserve you calling him sir. If you're making out and you're getting a little freaky with a tongue kiss, you are not calling him sir. Okay? Unless you're bumping bellies and have some kind of 1800 century foreplay. He doesn't deserve it as he has a preternatural woman of a wife living in the closet who plans to attack anyone who dares to open the closet door. And he is putting you in harm's way. Dear Jane. Dear Janet. I hate it when he calls you that. What the. Who gave him the prerogative? I don't even know if your real name is Janet. What are you going to do? Like to go by Janet. What? Are you going to correct him on that? Is that your preferred name? Age? I don't think so. Stand up to him. I will be an adventurous. I shall Say a free solo climbing up the rocks not attached to a string. Feeling the wind underneath my armpits. I'll undergo laser treatments to shrink and shrink and shrink and shrink and shrink my amygdala so I have no fear center. I will skydive weekly every Wednesday. I don't fear death. I'll do my 100th jump. Naked titties flapping in the wind of a 14,000 free football. They almost fall off. But you have to hold on tight. The crack of a pussy catching a breeze. I am alive. My areola say as I put my life at risk. Let's play with fate. And then I'll climb the tallest building in Taiwan with sweaty hands and a tortured audience. They can't. Their palms are sweatier. Watching. Watching a woman who could fall to her death at any time. Why would you subject anyone to that? But I need an adventure because. And I don't have any fear and do not care for my family at home. So I keep. I keep. I keep climbing. My toes. My toes. My barking dogs are slipping. And my palms start to perspire as I speak. If you guys haven't seen that free solo guy climb the largest skyscraper in the world, you have to. You have to watch it. It will make you literally sweat. I can't. I can't do the anxiety. In my adventurous time, I will be a triple black skier. Triple black diamond skier. Following my ski buddies to the tippy top of a mountain and shred the gnar all the way down. Pizza, French fry. Pizza, French fry. Pizza, French fry. My friends are guiding me. Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick. They go so quick my pizza can't keep up. However, we separate. And I end up on the edge of glory. A cliff tempting me to take one wrong move so the pillowed mountain can have me forever. The only way out is through. Meaning I have to get the fuck down somehow. And I attempt to get to safety as Mother Nature pilfers both of my skis. These boot clamps have not been tightened. Someone's gonna hear from me if I ever get down this godforsaken hill full of snow and then get the cursed frostbite of the toes and fingers. And I can already start to feel them. Want to snap off one by one. Because I can feel them. I can feel them as they are. I'm touching the skin because my ski poles slip through my fingers as I do the 20 foot death slide. And so do my mittens. And the. And the frost nip begins. And on my belly I turn to gain core Control that the gravity tends to take for its own. No, you cannot have me. I must maintain my position. I pull out my cell phone, hold it high in the sky, looking for one bar of a service. Please. I'm living in a Verizon commercial. Can you hear me on the other side? Anyone? I attempt to dial 911 for help, but this part of the mountain is soulless. I look for any kind of a g to take me to safety. And nothing. Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? I start to scream. Hello? Hello? Hello? Is anybody out there? I'm in a dangerous situation. But what is the emergency call good for if not not operable in an emergency? So this isn't real. This isn't real. This emergency call is another mirage of a visage. I move it around the sky. I move it around the sky to see if I can connect to any kind of wireless frequency. Please. Here I am. 91 1. Hello? Hello? Hello? Anybody? Anybody? Nothing. No can do. And this is where I am forlorn and lucklorn, but also kind of calm because luckily I took a half of an edible and that. And that brings me into my body. As I reflect on the mystical parts of life. Ah, where am I? These beautiful trees. Somebody will come save me. Or maybe they won't, but I must somehow get down. Since 911 isn't answering, I have no choice but to repeat a belly slide threatening my internment if my limbs don't move quick enough to grasp the lens of a meager pine tree. I'm on my belly. I'm on my belly. In just the right minute.
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Host
This podcast is supported by FX's Love Story, John F. Kennedy Jr. And Carolyn Bessette. The new limited series from executive producer Ryan Murphy. It explores the complex courtship of the iconic couple considered to be American royalty, whose love story captured the attention of the nation. Their fairy tale romance would unfold in front of the public eye, where their private love would also become a national obsession. FX's love story John F. Kennedy Jr. And Carolyn Bassett. Watch now on FX, Hulu and Hulu on Disney plus for bundle subscribers.
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Gabby
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And this artificial flavoring produces so much nitrous oxide I could motor myself down the next phantom. Blue Double Black Diamond Moguled Mountain. The. The. The espresso martini is trying to outshine the original taste maker of an rbv. A bourgeoisie version of the classic but trashic cocktail. Why do we need another? Huh? A sugar free Red Bull vodka will always stand as the primary crack loaded cocktail. And all the others. They're just im. They're just. Just like me. And they're all imitating. I can't do it. The right consonant sounding phonetically. But like Eminem, you know what I'm talking about. He proph. Prophetically remarked. All you others are just imitating. That's what the espresso Martini is. Sure. Sure. Maybe an RBV lacks a sophistication of your acrid espresso drink. For it is made only for the suitable bud of taste. A person reveling in the lower class with confidence and experience and knowing a scam when she sees one. A person free from the handcuffs of judgment and gaslighting that comes with the upper class, a person liberated with the gasoline that gives you wings. So strong is the gas that it doesn't even matter what kind of a vodka you want to mix it with. You can go top shelf to get a little high and a low. Or you can go straight ever clear to clear those memories out. As things start to become brown in your memory and then fully Black. And finally 911 comes to bring you off that mountain. You are in no position. In another life, I say, maybe I could be a housewife. Maybe I could be a woman of servitude like Jane Eyre. Does she or does she not want to serve a man? Yes, but no. Yes, that's how you show your love. But no, but no. You want to be independent and all knowing and traveled. Make up your mind. I have made up mine. This is a new kind of hobby for me. In another life I will serve. I'll have the frozen. The frozen pot pie in the oven while the great berater drives his long drive home, making sure the pot pie is just fully undercooked with hopes of salmonella or at the very least a parasite. But his body is ridden. But his body is so stubborn that his insides are too rotten for even a parasite to floor. Let me say that. Let me say it again. But. But his body is ridden with stubborn insides to. But his body is ridden with stubborn insides too rotten for even a parasite to flourish. I'll have an addiction to a crisp Sauv Blanc with a hint of a crisp Granny Smith and the crisp, crisp, crisp. I start in the morning after slaving over overnight oats, even in the evening before, and feel the fresh respite travel down my gullet. Nutrition. By 2pm I'll have a Xanax, especially if I'm driving the Mini to polo practice. Swallow the poison as if it were nectar. I did get that from Jane Eyre. But I don't even care. I don't even know if I like her. But she has one good quote. So what? The Mini is too big for me to. To operate and the floor is littered with the demise of a Cheerio and my identity squished, crunched into tiny pieces. Who have I become as I get dressed in a bodycon for a PTO meeting? I have to maintain, I must maintain a semblance of myself, even at risk of being deemed the town whore. I don't care. I don't care. That's for you, not for me. I shall not take that on. And then on the side, to aid my personal credit card and financial gains, which I have to hide from Jerry, my wedded husband. I'll join an MLM scheme. This sounds good. First, I'll try selling Chia Pets to the neighbors. And to them I say I harage. Chia Pets are the number one producer of oxygen and will fill your home and lungs with fresh air. Your children will start to clean their rooms and all of a sudden they're helping you with the dishes at night. And they'll even put on those rubber gloves like you. Just like you. They want to be just like you with an oxygen filled brain. And then they even say I love you before bedtime. For their arteries of high O2 is filling their peevish little hearts and transforming them into a gu. Crushing love. However, the mother. The motherly neighbors don't bite at your Chia Pet. They know their children are beyond repair. Okay, okay. Next, maybe I'll try a little cryptocurrency of sorts. And by try it, I don't mean invest my own money. I mean create it. Gab Green is what it's called. Or more commonly known to the FBI as grab your green. My pitch goes as follows. Over Chardonnay, I will talk to my mahjong partner down the street. Susie. Susie, it's easy. All you have to do is send money into my account. Okay? It's just where I keep all of the money. But it's safe. It is an account ending in 911- dash1. But who cares who it belongs to? And in exchange, you will get a priceless coin. And it can go up by the dollar by the day. Because I'm getting so, so, so many investments. Given the state of our country today, do you really trust your money in the bank? A Gab Green is safer than a 401k. Safer than a Fidelity individual account. Why do you need all that money in there? What are you investing in the. Oh, it's not safe there. The government can take it at any second and spend it from themselves. But I. I offer insurance to accompany the Gab Green. And if you read the fine print, you will find your money is not protected at all. But your eyes don't converge after two glasses of white wine juice. And that is no fault of yours, but your retina and therefore a fault of your. Sign here on the dotted line, dear friend. Then we can get back back to our tiles. The best part is if you get more. The best part is if you get more of our Rummy Cube partners that we play on Thursday. To buy in, you will receive an extra gab Coin. Everyone takes bitcoin these days. I'll say to them, I shall give you a list. And don't be alarmed if the checkout button again reflects my checking account. But I have multiple Kroger stores signed up as well. All through my website. You can get. You can get fresh groceries, but sometimes the bananas are bruised. But I. But I. But I. But I swear they're fresh and they're good for you. The. The brown ones full of potassium right before bed, make you sleep like a baby. Here is the gab coin. This is what I can do for you. Don't you strive to be unbanked? Since bank of America is untrustworthy and doesn't even have all of your money in cash in the bank because they're loaning, loaning, Loaning to scam artists like Epstein. Do you want to support a sex trafficking pedophilia ring? I didn't think so. Invest in the gab grain. Of course not. Give me your money instead. It's innocent over here in the cul de sac. Well, no. I'm responsible and successful in a business way. By the pink Cadillac that is parked in my driveway, a number one Mary Kay seller I was in years past, successfully making skin worse and lives worser since 2012. And if the FBI catches wind, I absolutely will not take all of your money and flee to a hippie commune outside of Tacoma, Washington, a place you've never heard, but now I've introduced you, so don't come looking for me. I'll adopt a hippie life, and I'll live off the gab green scheme you so graciously trusted like an idiot. And here, the. The commune will live off the land together, drinking raw milk and unpottable water. And if you get sick, I'll give you a cocktail of oregano oil, which is different than oil of oregano, for the former is not digestible and it is toxic. But if you deserve to be here, in this commune will also flourish. Then we'll chase it with a sea moss and further wrap up with the treatment of Reiki. You will feel a better and heal. My hands say to you when they don't touch you, but just move through the air above you. But the energy. The energy is there, but only the strongest survive. And if you. If you don't, you are not arduous enough for the society of better living. As the commune leader, we will all refer to our vaginas as yonis, an appellation that should be banned from every vocabulary that exists. Yeah, I'm talking to you. If you use the word yoni, I'm on to you. But we shall steam the yoni thrice daily to induce a type of purity. And if you skip a yoni, steam you at the. You are at the risk of ostracization, for I will spread to the community that you have a dirty pussy by way of telepathy and ancient whispers. And now, speaking of ancient whispers, let me tell you a little something about a lesbian. You know you're a lesbian when. Not. Not. Not only when you appreciate the sensation of your felines, purr on your chest, and revel in the innate femininity of. In mystery of a cat. And maybe you have two or three around you. Yes, you are a lesbian. Not only when you are secluded to the couch by the fire, reading an aforementioned classic from the 19th century while ignoring text messages on your pay as you go phone for capitalism is the ultimate devil. A lesbian, a woman who only takes breaks to study astrology or maybe make a vegan meal. You know you're a lesbian when. When foreplay doesn't come in the basic coconut oil or a brain brief suffocation between the legs. No, the lesbians need more than just a head job. We long. We long for vulnerability and connection and unexpectedness between the sheets. I think our interior designer. I understand that sounds pompous, but no, I don't mean to be. We just want to decorate our bedroom because it's like kind of a weird shape and it. We want it to be comfy, cozy, so we never have to get out of bed again. Again. Because we are lesbians, just like you. And if you are a man listening to this podcast, you are also a lesbian. But I think I just heard her doors open and shut, and I don't want her to overhear me about lesbian foreplay. So let's take a sip. Opening and shutting and opening and shutting and opening and shutting. I can hear the swatches from here. I like a floral. I like a floral. I have. I have a grandma chic style. And surprisingly, so does Robbie. We like to mix. We like to mix timelines, centuries, decades, years, and all the furniture and put it together and have a home that's filled with. With love and light. Okay, I don't know who it is. Somebody just keeps banging their doors. Ah, yes. The lesbians need more than just licky licky and a ticky ticky. We long for. For vulner, for vulnerability and connection. I said an unexpectedness between those Egyptian cotton sheets that you got to spoil yourself and And. And. And live life a little more luxuriously like we deserve. We need a tease and an edge, but not too long, for we are a languid and tired breed from carrying the weight of transgressive politics on our backs. You know you're a lesbian. When foreplay comes in the form of a lengthy conversation we like to discuss in depth, breaking every idea further and further down while languid and lazy in the sheets. There's not much rolling for for a frightening bean pole is not threatening me so I don't have to roll around and roll around and try and escape in the name of fun. The erotic dirty talk of a lesbian manifests as an expansive vocabulary to make the beans swell. Great bros induces a quiver of the inner thigh. Maybe a coquettish sweet talk brings a chill up your body. Details of of who you are and and who am I with the backstory, present and future tales all discovery discussed by way of dirty talk. The openness and understanding from your lesbian partner when you don't want to be the mommy while suckling on my breast. I didn't like that. Okay, no problem. I hear you. They reply. Who do you want to be? That I shall not reveal here on this mere podcast in YouTube. I've already said too much, but mostly your little girl and at times your best friend. But. But our mothers mustn't find out or you'll be banned from walls forever. And I cannot live without you are just a couple examples of who I want to be. But afterwards, you know, we hold each other tight and debrief our former doings about what worked and what didn't because we care about each other and we want the other to remain happy and satisfied and open the idea of dialogue so they can always feel safe and know they shall come to me. C U M this post assessment says I care about you and I want to learn from you and I only want to do things that feel good to you. There's none of this narrative of do what you want to me, do what you will, do whatever you want to me and I shall roll over. No, we are team making decisions together while traversing the the egg mattress topper atop a 300 mattress and this is a sex life of a lesbian and why we need a couple new things in the bedroom. We need a new mattress but it's like with all the research it's really hard to find. Where do you even go? Where do you. You can't trust Google. You can't just Google because they're all paid off. Maybe I'll go to DuckDuckGo. Oh, who knows what's going on over there? The last safe place and uncensored. I don't know reviews of the Internet, but I forget to put in DuckDuckGo for Google is easier to press and that's about it. Okay, Foreign. Let's see. Do I have anything else to say?
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Host
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Gabby
The interior designer is here. Shh, shh, shh, shh. She cannot see me like this. At least she didn't hear of how I like to have lesbian sex. She knows what goes on in the freaky deaky bed that she's about to spruce up a little. I imagine she thinks lesbians don't have sex. You know, the straights. I'm gonna have Robbie let her up the elevator, and then I'll finish out here, and then I'll tell you a couple more things. Oh, Peekaboo. Peekaboo. Okay, I think it's been secured. Okay, I'd like to update you on my vocabulary list. I keep adding and adding, if you want to see. It goes like this because I'm reading the classics and they just know how to speak. Rabbi's like, I hope you send me that. I'm like, over my dead body. Of course, baby. Okay, okay, let's just do a couple. Doleful, expressing sorrow. Mournful. Not the dull banana previously mentioned from. Oh, there she is. I'm almost done. Okay. But I do just like Robbie to handle. You know, I'm one of those. I can just sit back and watch. Baby, you will you text her this way? But I do want to say in the fabric. So let's just go through a couple of these and I can get the out of here. Okay. Doleful, expressing sorrow. Mournful, ardent, enthusiastic or passionate. Pecant having a pleasantly sharp taste or appetizing flavor that. I mean, you know what I'm thinking about? Because I was just talking about lesbian sex. Tempest, violent windy storm. Like the one that I skydove down with my bare breast. Impetuous acting or done quickly without any care. You pretext a reason given in justification of an action that is not the real reason. Phony baloney. Aperture and opening, hole or gap. Oh, okay. Bequeath. Excuse me? Bequeath. Leave to a person or other beneficiary by will. Okay. Oh, this is a good one. Deglutition. The action of swallowing or to take in. I like anything that really means swallow. I don't know why. Let's see. Languish, lose. Lack of vitality. Grow weak and feeble. Let's see if I can. Apoplectic, Overcome with anger. Extreme. You know what I have noticed? Extremely indignant with all these vocabulary words. They're all, like, negative. There's nothing that is a positive that I'm learning in all these books. It's like the oppression these women went to that they have to think of these words as a brine, a salty water, as in a tear. Here. Importunate. Importunate. Importunate. Importantate. Persistent to the point of annoyance or protrusions. Literally. Get off my back. Oh, I like this one. Test attorney saying little reserved in speech. That. That is probably came from Jane A. She's so on my nerves. I wish she would do more. Oh, this is a good one. Ananthematized. Curse. I curse you. Or condemn. Oh, this is. This is one of my favorites. Halcyon. A period of time in the past that was idyllic or peaceful. It's the only positive word in this whole list. This. They've all been through so much that they have this one word. Halcyon, to hang on to. And sagacious. Showing keen mental discernment. Mm. That's what they said, ma'. Am. What else? Ambrosia. Food of the gods. Let's see. Ooh. Approprium. Harsh criticism. Ooh. Ooh, I. I like this one. Sallow, unhealthy. Yellow or pale brown complexion. Hello. Jaundice. Ruan. A violent. Especially one involved with the crime. That's Robbie interrupting the pod to see if I'm done. Okay, I think that's it for now. All right. You guys know when I'll see you next. Same time, same time, same place, next week. I'll miss you. Hello. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
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Host
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