Hello, sweet people. I would like everybody to know that I am quite drunk right now and

should I be recording this? Probably not. So it is 8.13 p.m. on Wednesday. The podcast

that is about to release tomorrow that you're listening to right now has already been recorded.

It was actually recorded. I wasn't even going to record it, but it was recorded on what? Tuesday?

When I was in a terrible mood. So we're just like a realm of positivity right now. Would you like

to hear why I'm drunk right now and recording this? It's because it happened again. My Instagram,

not only my Instagram, but my backup Instagram account and my Facebook, including my private

Facebook group that has 4,000 women in it was disabled. Again, would you like to know why?

I'll tell you in a second. If you hear a little bit of crinkle plangle, it's a glass of tequila

with a tiny bit of trace amigos, what's it called? Margarita mix in it. I should just honestly start

heroin or meth. And I know that that's not funny, but I'm not really in the mood to be funny nor

politically correct. So if that offends you, then I'm very sorry. It seems like everything

that I do offends someone, someone is very upset with me. And I'm not really sure what I did

to upset you, but I'm about to change my Instagram name. Hear me out. Ready? L-C-K-M-Y-B-L-Z. That

stands for lick my motherfucking balls. Why was my Instagram disabled? Why was my backup account

disabled? Why was my Facebook disabled? I'll tell you why. It's because I was enjoying my fucking

night. Posted a picture of my hair. It was great. And then some, what's it called? Blank account,

fake account, no profile pic, no followers, like a fucking loser commented on my picture.

And said, DM me. And I was like, oh, I haven't received a dick pic in a while. Maybe it's a

dick pic, a fresh dick pic for us all to laugh at. Okay. So I open it, low and behold,

it's a dick pic, but it's not just a dick pic. It's a fucking micro penis. It's disgusting.

It literally looks like a little tiny hot dog trying to escape from a crescent roll. And my friend

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