Somewhere in my memory. Good morning. It is a precocious 11.13 a.m. on Christmas morning. Little Jackie went to a.

super spreader event earlier this week. So Andrew and I are quarantining and celebrating the best day of the year together

alone in our matching jammies couples with the matching jammies. Okay, first of all,

we don't use the word jammies in this podcast because I love myself. Jammies. I'm going to go

put my jammies on. Dying a fire. Okay.

Hi, everybody. There are really only two types of people in this world. Hashtag last season's

greetings. There are people that casually use the terminology jammies and mini ppity and have a year-round wreath on their front door.

And then there are the people that were hugged as a child.

Hi, how you doing?

So I mentioned that I was an attendee at a super spreader event.

Omicron is a filthy, nasty bitch who gives no fucks and she will rape you

in the midnight hour, despite all precautions. So I was in Kentucky earlier this week, visiting my

niece and nephew and Andrew's sister and family for the holidays. Ho, ho, ho, everybody, Spirit Airlines

are bus, the only direct flight. Love it. So Spirit Airlines,

I mean, they say you become a spirit when you fly Spirit Airlines because you might die.

It's basically like getting a lanyard string and, you know, tying yourself to a flying tuna can and just hoping for the best.

And then they charge you $600 just to breathe, basically.

And an extra $740 for a sip of water so that you can drug yourself during the remainder of the flight because it's so unhinged and bumpy.

Spirit Airlines, promo code Bible. You know, I feel like I've reached my quota of the relatability

stick for 2021. I'm not going to insult my listeners like that because we see each other and I love

you and I'm not living a lie. I barely fly fucking

coach. So Spirit Airlines is a little traumatizing. Put it on my goddamn tombstone. But I flew back because I

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