Okay, three, two, are we ready? Okay, cool, I'm kidding, I'm fucking alone.

Hi guys, just gonna forewarn you both visual and audio listeners or watchers.

If I'm profusely sweating, it's gonna be visible.

If you're listening to me and I sound like a fucking idiot, it's because I'm dead right now.

From my grave, speaking to you guys, somehow, this is a ghost of me.

Not actually, but I'm on, like, maybe 10 hours of sleep, max combined the last three days.

And I also am sweating my dick off because I live in Florida and there's literally no

order to ever record my podcast episodes. I can't do my car anymore, it's way too fucking hot.

It's literally like, you get in that car and even if the AC's on, you're dripping sweat.

So I'm currently doing it in my parents' pole barn that has no AC.

There is one behind me, it doesn't work. There's a big ass fan though.

It just had that on and it was way too loud, I literally,

in what? I'm gonna be moist as fuck, but I have to do this because I'm a fucking bitch.

I'm a bitch. I didn't do one last week, maybe not even the week before.

Completely just fucked you guys over when I said I was gonna record one every Sunday and post them.

I'm gonna get a fucking studio. I've come to the realization if I don't get a studio,

no fucking way I can be consistent. Not like a fucking cool setup.

I honestly just need a place that I can go speak and not fucking sweat all of the

fucking hydration out of my body. Like, dead ass. The car, if I lived in fucking Minnesota,

it would work. Great, but guess what? I live in fucking the devil's ass hole right now.

It's hotter than balls. I'm just dying. I'm really dying. I'm like literally two minutes in,

not even. This shirt's gonna be fucking soaked through. I have to go shower again, I just did.

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