“Speaking of junior high school activities, it seems like Kylie was on a double date recently with her ex-best friend, Jordyn Woods. Thank God they’ve made up. At the end of the day, it was Khloe Kardashian’s messy dating life that messed up Kylie and Jordyn’s relationship. And I feel like the sisters’ drama should have been kept out of that. But you know what, Khloe—I think she’s learned her lesson nowadays. She’s so much more quiet and chill.”

She pulled up the photo.

“Oh, and it looks like they were eating good on this double date. They went to Charles Prime Rib in New York City. Here is Kylie and Timothée exiting—I would assume—the restaurant after enjoying their prime rib. What do you think they ate? Do you think the meat was falling off the bone? Do you think Kylie couldn’t help herself? I mean, she was with Jordyn Woods. That’s her best friend. Jordyn at one point lived in Kylie’s mansion, so I’m sure they can eat around each other.”

She played the paparazzi clip.

“Hey guys, you guys look great. Let’s go, Nicks. Lovely fashion, Kylie. You look amazing. All right, guys. Don’t move in front of him. Don’t move in front of him.”

She shook her head.

“This was a busy night for Kylie. I feel like whenever I go out, I can do maybe one thing, two things—like dinner and something else—but I really need to get home to relax. But it looks like that was a really busy night for Kylie and Timothée.”

She pulled up the basketball game.

“You guys know Timothée Chalamet loves to go and watch his basketball. And he went on a little date with Kylie at Madison Square Garden. Actually, part of the reason why Timothée skipped the Met Gala was because it interfered with his basketball game viewing schedule, which is why he could not go and support his girlfriend at the biggest night in fashion.”

She played the clip of Timothée cheering.

“Defense with Jonathan Kuminga. Everybody has to go. That’s my dad. That’s my dad right there.”

She paused.

“Look at Kylie’s face in this moment when Timothée is cheering it on. It’s like Kylie’s trying to figure out what is going on here. Honestly, Kylie, I relate to you. I have no idea how basketball works.”

She pulled up the first hinge.

“Kylie Jenner went from smoking in a men’s bathroom to cheering at a basketball game in the same week. That’s not a personality. That’s a partner who can’t decide if he’s a frat boy or a film student. And Kylie is just along for the ride.”

She pulled up Jason Derulo. The shark tank. The animal abuse investigation.

“I wanted to bring up this next blind item early in the video because I do not like this kind of stuff at all. I’m talking about you, Jason Derulo. Yeah, we don’t really listen to your music anymore, but I guess he’s like a TikTok star and he’s got plenty of money—enough to go and put these fish in an uncomfortable situation.”

She read the blind.

“This former A-list singer thought he was being a baller by showing off his indoor aquarium to a streamer. But now the singer is being investigated by authorities for animal abuse.”

She paused.

“And if you guys have been following me for some time, you would know that one thing we do not do is harm animals on this channel. Whether it’s swimming or flying or walking or cuddling.”

She pulled up a comment.

“It seems a bit difficult to abuse a fish.”

She pulled up the video.

“Wait, let’s get a better look at what we’re talking about here. So it looks like Jason Derulo paid $600,000 for a shark tank inside of his mansion. Neon—a famous streamer—recently collabed with Jason Derulo. They went to Jason’s house, and that’s where Jason showed off some of his weird decor.”

She shook her head.

“I really don’t understand these people that get so much money that they don’t know what to do with it. Like, what do you mean you’re going to put a shark in your house? I don’t even want to be anywhere near any kind of shark.”

She pulled up a comment.

“Rich people have the jackpot to get cool fish and amazing setups, but they choose this. Sad. Because most of them aren’t so nice to animals. To be honest, he probably doesn’t really know anything about their needs.”

She played the clip of Jason showing off the tank.

“The shark tank here. There’s real sharks in there. I just got this one yesterday.”

“What’d you name him?”

“I didn’t name him yet. I usually let my son do all the naming. It took a lot to be honest. I got somebody that mixed pools to do the shell of it, and then I had the aquarium people put it all together. But then I had a different floor that didn’t show the sharks good enough. So then I decided to do white so that you can see.”

She paused.

“So he paid professionals a good deal of money to set it up and maintain the tank. Maybe I’m misjudging the size, but this looks to be a pretty huge tank.”

She pulled up the expert comment.

*”It’s a shark. Nothing will ever be big enough. Could have made an awesome shark aquarium for 600k, but instead installed a trashy-looking torture tank. It’s still cruel, though. Sharks can’t actively breathe by pushing water through their gills, so they’re relying on swimming. Some shark species can lay in a strong current, but most are constant swimmers. This is also why his tank is round—because the shark will swim in constant circles non-stop around the clock.”*

She shook her head.

“Well, it sounds like Jason has the right people maintaining this thing. At the end of the day, I don’t think that those sharks want to live their life in this tank in Jason Derulo’s house with the noise and everything like that going on. It’s just so unnatural. So, you know what? Sharks, for once, I’m standing with you guys. Actually, I’m cool with all the aquatic animals. I’m just scared of them, right? Aren’t you guys?”

She pulled up the second hinge.

“Jason Derulo spent $600,000 on a shark tank. He could have spent that money on conservation, on education, on actually helping the animals he claims to love. Instead, he built a prison and called it decor. That’s not a flex. That’s a confession.”

She pulled up the Met Gala. The kids. The controversy.

“For our next blind item, let’s get into the Met Gala—specifically Nicole Kidman and her daughter, Beyoncé and her daughter, and Kim and her lack of daughter in this situation. The A-list actress and the A-list singer were allowed to bring their underage kids to the big ball. The illiterate reality star was told no. Again.”

She pulled up the details.

“Nicole Kidman brought her daughter Sunday Rose. Beyoncé, of course, brought Blue Ivy, fourteen years old. I think that’s too far, in my opinion, but whatever. And Kim could not bring her twelve-year-old. I mean, please, we need to cut it off at some point. I think even Blue Ivy is a little bit too young to be in this situation.”

She pulled up a comment.

“The parents who take their kids to such an event that’s meant for adults are a-holes.”

She nodded.

“I actually agree with that. I can’t imagine going to a party to have a drink, to mingle, to be entertained, and I look over and there’s a freaking twelve-year-old behind me. Like, no. That’s not a vibe.”

She pulled up another comment.

“North would have been freakier than any of the freaks that were there.”

She paused.

“Okay, now I’m going to pause there. We’re talking about a twelve-year-old. That’s astonishing for a twelve-year-old.”

Another: “There’s a difference between being a piece of art and graffiti.”

She winced.

“Ooh, you guys are going rough on her today. ‘North does not present a polished, classy look like Blue Ivy. Face piercings, blue hair, punk rock look is just gross.’ Now, I do think that this is going to be a phase. Again, we’re talking about a twelve-year-old. North is too young.”

She pulled up Nicole Kidman’s red carpet interview.

“How did the costume art theme inspire both of your looks tonight?”

“Well, for me, fashion is art. I wanted something red because I wanted to embrace the way in which red has been used in art throughout the years. I feel that it’s a strong symbol for love, for passionate love, for vitality, for power and motherhood.”

“And I have a springtime blossoming girl here.”

“Mine is really special to me because I kind of wanted to symbolize something like blooming. It’s my first Met.”

“And she’s been so calm through the whole thing. She has to go to school tomorrow morning. So, you going to school tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Be at school by 8:00 a.m.”

She paused.

“Now, moving on to Blue Ivy. At just fourteen years old, Blue Ivy Carter has made her Met Gala debut. Now, she’s not the youngest person to ever hit the Met Gala. I believe Elle Fanning was thirteen in like 2011 or 2012. But here is Blue Ivy. I mean, of course, I can’t imagine what a fourteen-year-old is supposed to wear here. But at least she’s got this jacket on. It seems relatively age-appropriate. It’s just the event itself that isn’t. It’s making her grow up way too quickly. Let kids be kids.”

She pulled up the age rule.

“Now, the rules at the Met Gala state that you must be at least eighteen years of age to attend. In 2018, Maddie Ziegler said that she couldn’t go because she wasn’t old enough. Event organizers told the outlet that it’s not appropriate for people under eighteen. Which means there could be—who knows what the hell is going on inside. There could be drugs, drinking, nudity. Is it a ritual that we’re experiencing inside?”

She paused.

“And I know that these children—Blue Ivy and North West—live very different lives than you and I. We really can’t relate. So at this point, maybe she thinks—I would assume she probably has the same IQ as I have. She’s probably experienced way more things than I have. I just don’t even know what their life can look like. So maybe this is how the industry works. It’s just—something about it feels off.”

She pulled up a comment.

“Why the f— is Blue Ivy wearing Balenciaga at the Met Gala? Does no one else see the issue here? The only under-eighteen that has been invited to the Met Gala, and she is in Balenciaga. Does no one remember the Balenciaga drama a few years ago?”

She shook her head.

“They put her in Balenciaga.”

She pulled up the third hinge.

“Blue Ivy wore Balenciaga. The same Balenciaga that was caught using children in disturbing ad campaigns. The same Balenciaga that everyone swore to boycott. But when a fourteen-year-old wears it to the Met Gala, suddenly no one remembers. That’s not fashion. That’s amnesia.”

She pulled up Bradley Cooper and Gigi Hadid. The breakup rumors.

“Our next blind item is about Bradley Cooper and Gigi Hadid. ‘The thirsty A-list actor with the bad facelift did not want to be at the big event at all. He wanted to be watching his NBA team. He was angry about it. So much so that his relationship with the barely-there celebrity may end.’”

She paused.

“Oh, I just know that Gigi Hadid cannot go through that again. Yolanda is going to kick her out of the family if she and Bradley Cooper do not make it through, because Yolanda is betting on that relationship. Remember, she’s like the OG pimp of daughters. Kind of like what Kris Jenner does.”

She pulled up the analysis.

“Bradley Cooper looked pissed. Maybe he should learn the word ‘absolutely f—ing not.’ Bradley chooses basketball over a costume party, and we still think he’s gay.”

She paused.

“If you’re a thirsty celebrity, the Met Gala is a place you want to be at. Can’t really say I blame him. I wouldn’t have wanted to go to that clown show either.”

She pulled up the red carpet detail.

“Bradley Cooper did not walk the Met Gala 2026 red carpet with his girlfriend Gigi Hadid, but he did join her inside. Oh, he didn’t want to be seen on the red carpet, but he did join. He doesn’t really look happy to be there. He’s like, ‘What is this?’”

She paused.

“I mean, I understand. Timothée skipped the Met Gala to go and watch his basketball game. It seems like Bradley Cooper wanted to do the same kind of thing. Gigi did look pretty, but honestly, was she in my Met Gala recap video? No. She’s kind of become—I hate to say it—a little bit irrelevant.”

She pulled up the fourth hinge.

“Bradley Cooper would rather watch basketball than walk the red carpet with Gigi Hadid. That’s not a red flag. That’s a stadium-sized banner. And the fact that she’s still trying to make it work—that’s not romance. That’s a career move.”

She pulled up Blake Lively. The settlement. The Met Gala appearance. The hypocrisy.

“Our next blind item is about Blake Lively. ‘Don’t believe the hype. The awful human being A-list actress was allowed to be at the big ball. She was desperate to go after not getting to attend last year. That’s why she settled the lawsuit when she did—just so that she could attend. She started planning for it the second most of her case got tossed.’”

She paused.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised. I feel like in this situation, Blake Lively is set up for either becoming mainstream again or just becoming irrelevant like Gigi Hadid—just kidding—but more like Amber Heard.”

She pulled up the analysis.

“I feel like Blake and Justin realized they did not want their case to get to the point of Johnny Depp and Amber Heard. So right now, Blake is kind of either deciding: am I going to go mainstream again and force myself down people’s throats, or am I going to go hide away like Amber Heard? And she does not want the Heard pathway.”

She pulled up the dress critique.

“She was really struggling with the train of her gown last night. I did laugh when she finally just kicked it to the side and tried to spread it out. At least she had her priorities right. She planned for a whole month to attend the fashion event of the year, and it showed. Versace team grabbed all the shower scrubs they could find and stuck them to the back of the dress no one else wanted to wear.”

She paused.

“Blake, on the other hand, looked desperate and pathetic. Blake’s dress had all the colors of old toilet paper that matched the bathroom color.”

She pulled up the settlement timeline.

“A source says that Blake and Justin were negotiating for a few weeks and were encouraged to reach an agreement. They finally came to an agreement today. It was a last-minute deal. It looks like the settlement was reached just moments before the Met Gala. They really were trying to wrap that up so that Blake could walk onto the carpet and be brand new.”

She pulled up Blake’s statement.

“Blake has posted on social media stating the last thing she wanted to do in her life was file this lawsuit. She says, ‘But I brought this case because of the pervasive retaliation I faced for privately and professionally asking for a safe working environment for myself and others.’ Blake also promised that she’ll never stop doing her part in the fight to expose the systems and people who seek to harm, shame, and silence and retaliate against victims.”

She paused.

“So she’s calling herself a victim still here.”

She played the commentary clip.

“I did not think I would see the day, but Blake Lively has just proven she does not give a damn about women. She’s at the Met Gala, full gown, looking all fresh, showing off for the cameras after she abandoned her lawsuit that was to protect and fight for women. She said that she wanted to be the next wave of Me Too. Well, you Me Too’d that ride into the ground ten feet under. This is truly diabolical. She upended the entire lives of all the Wayfarer parties, only at the last minute—after saying she had mountains of evidence, mountains of evidence, and she was so ready to testify and tell her truth—now we see that it was all BS. All she cared about was saving her reputation in Hollywood. Dropping this lawsuit was the best case she got because had it gone before a jury, they would have laughed her out of that courtroom.”

She paused.

“Blake Lively is an embarrassment. All the things that she said that she was upset about—the internet called her a bully, a mean girl, and tone-deaf. Blake Lively, you are a bully, a mean girl, tone-deaf, and you are the worst kind of woman.”

She pulled up the fifth hinge.

“Blake Lively settled her lawsuit days before the Met Gala. She promised to fight for women. Then she put on a couture gown and posed for pictures. That’s not activism. That’s a costume change.”

She pulled up Kate Moss. The supermodel who out-partied everyone.

“Our next blind item is about Kate Moss. I’m a big fan of Kate Moss because her life is just so fascinating. This blind item reads, ‘The foreign-born model did all the coke in the world and had more orgies than anyone ever and partied more than anyone ever and still outshone most of the people at the event last night.’”

She pulled up a comment.

“I once had a co-worker who did Coca-Cola with Kate Moss and Johnny Depp at the Viper Room. She said she was really nice and very funny.”

She nodded.

“I don’t know Kate Moss, but one thing I know about Kate Moss is that she can have a good time. This has to be the one and only incomparable Kate Moss.”

Another: “Kate, bless her damn heart. That’s what makes her a supermodel.”

She paused.

“Now, I thought that Kate looked great. She’s known for her big after-parties after the Met Gala. She’s the one you want to arrive at your party because if she’s there, you know it’s going to be one to remember. And actually, her dress looks nice. I think it’s great for her. I feel like she doesn’t need to do too much. She’s kind of over that phase in life.”

She pulled up the sixth hinge.

“Kate Moss partied harder than anyone and still showed up looking like a queen. Meanwhile, half the celebrities at the Met Gala looked like they hadn’t slept in a week. The difference? Kate knows how to handle her demons. The rest of them are being handled by theirs.”

She pulled up Jimmy Fallon. The F1 incident. The Coca-Cola rumors.

“Now, let’s get into Jimmy Fallon. ‘This late-night host not named Andy was hopped up on the Coca-Cola.’ Wow, that’s a theme at the big event this weekend. And we’re talking about the Formula 1 Miami Grand Prix.”

She paused.

“Shout out to all the people who’ve corrected me over the years because I used to say ‘pricks’—PR because it’s P R I, but it’s ‘pre.’ Trust me, the comments, I read them. They get to me.”

She pulled up the blind.

“First time doing Coca-Cola, Jimmy? Or first time f—ed up on good Coca-Cola while you’re drunk? He comes across as a first-year frat boy.”

Another: “Jimmy Fallon making an ass of himself at F1.”

She played the awkward interview clip.

“Jimmy. Jimmy. Martin Brundle. How you doing?”

“Oh my god. Martin Brundle, what are you up to? What do you need? Can I get anything for you?”

“I need some funny lines.”

“I need everything. Cup of British tea.”

“What do you want to do? What are we doing here? Come on.”

“He’s the best. You can keep that. I’m so good to see you.”

“Is that—how many times have you been here before?”

“First time here is nuts. It’s crazy. I’m loving it. Miami. Great host. I’m going for Red Bull. I’m going for Max. He’s going to crush it. I’ve been here hanging out. Good restaurants, good people, good fun. It’s loud and exciting. I don’t know. It’s crazy. I’m so happy to see you. Hope to see you. This is the highlight right here.”

“He’s well worse, isn’t he? Do not take my mic sock again. Bye.”

She paused.

“I mean, that clip does not appear to be altered in any way. Hey, that’s him just—blah blah blah. He is on one. Dad’s weekend out.”

She pulled up the comments.

“Complete knob. All this nonsense isn’t F1, and you shouldn’t be anywhere near F1. It’s about motor racing, not celebrities. Making a complete mockery of this sport.”

“Valiant effort on the grid walk, but it was absolutely cringe on the grid walk with Martin Brundle, trying way too hard to be funny.”

“You bit a mic, you f—. You’re a national embarrassment.”

She paused.

“Another person says, ‘I’ve noticed the past couple years Jimmy’s demeanor has changed as if he’s on Coca-Cola or something else very stimulating. I’ve heard that he’s a heavy drinker and that might be it. I don’t know. The bloat, the glassy eyes. And I’ve also heard that he’s not a nice drinker either.’”

She nodded.

“I’ve heard that rumor for years. That fits. I’ve heard similar—massive alcoholic, which after years of addiction will affect your brain and make you act differently, as if you’re on drugs. Another person says that his Coca-Cola problem has been in the blinds for years. You’re not wrong.”

She paused.

“Well, we’ve actually spoken about some of Jimmy’s behavior and drinking on set. So that is something that does track. But also, if he’s going through that, I don’t know the pressures he’s going through. I have a little empathy for people, too. I think that’s okay.”

She pulled up the seventh hinge.

“Jimmy Fallon bit a microphone and called it delicious. That’s not comedy. That’s a cry for help. And the fact that his team let him go on television like that—that’s not management. That’s negligence.”

She pulled up Pete Davidson. The CPS call. The relationship crumbling.

“Now, this is a really concerning blind item about Pete Davidson. Apparently, child protective services were called about the behavior of the former late-night actor, but it is unclear if they came out to the residence.”

She paused.

“I’m starting to see more and more concerning blind items about Pete Davidson, which is sad. Because at one point we were hearing about him falling in love, getting engaged, his partner was pregnant. He was getting his tattoos removed. Now we’re starting to hear about him joking about watching adult content around his child. We talked about that in a previous blind. And now we’re hearing about CPS being concerned.”

She sighed.

“I was rooting for you, Pete.”

She pulled up the old joke.

“I haven’t done stand-up in five months ’cause I just had a baby. So, yeah, it’s a lot of fun. Have a little girl. It’s weird having a little girl. It’s hard to watch porn in front of her, but I still power through.”

She shook her head.

“This person writes, ‘Antie did say in a previous blind months ago that she was having the baby to get rich quick. I guess she is starting to set the paper trail to lay the grounds for divorce and declare unfit parenting. Even if he is sober now, he is very public about his past history of drugs, and that leaves him vulnerable.’”

She pulled up the source.

“While this report says that Pete and Elisa’s relationship might lead to a breakup, a source says that they have been facing trouble in paradise. It looks like the duo started dating in March last year, and they moved in together in July. They announced that they were expecting their first child, and since their daughter’s birth, the new parents have portrayed a happy family picture online.”

She paused.

“A source claims that this is what he ends up doing always. She was also warned ahead of time in their relationship to be careful with him because Pete loves to self-sabotage a good thing. Pete allegedly has insecurities that he might try to cover up with humor.”

She pulled up the analysis.

“According to the couple’s pals, it looks like they rushed into this relationship, and rushing is never a good sign. The source highlighted that Pete and his new girlfriend are parents now. They’re trying to figure out the next steps as they want to be together for their kid, but it might not just be their endgame. The couple have not fully broken up, but it’s absolutely leading to it. And a damn baby’s involved, too.”

She shook her head.

“This is why you don’t get moved in, engaged, married, and pregnant all within twelve months.”

She pulled up the eighth hinge.

“Pete Davidson made a joke about watching adult content in front of his infant daughter. Now CPS might be involved. That’s not dark humor. That’s a pattern. And the only thing sadder than his self-destruction is that no one around him seems willing to stop it.”

She pulled up Britney Spears. The wet reckless plea. The rehab stay.

“Let’s get into our girl Britney Spears. ‘It is strange that the team of the permanent A-list singer is posting videos of the singer that are years old.’ What’s new? They’ve been posting old content on her page for so long. But I guess the timing is interesting because Britney is in rehab, so she’s not posting these videos, which means someone does have control over her page.”

She pulled up the plea details.

“While Britney’s team did recently go to court, let’s talk about the wet reckless plea. It looks like she’s going to be on probation for twelve months as opposed to going to prison. So the wet reckless is kind of like a baby DUI. I mean, a DUI is usually more severe, and it looks like the wet reckless comes with short-term consequences.”

She pulled up the court terms.

“Her plea allows her to serve a year of probation, take required DUI classes, and pay state-mandated fines instead of severe punishment. Remember, Britney wasn’t even drinking when she was pulled over. It seems like she was possibly on Adderall. Oh my god, is everyone on freaking Adderall? But it seems like she was on that, and that is what got her in trouble.”

She paused.

“And you know what? She’s been struggling. So she’s been taking these trips to Mexico, buying these drugs. So I do think she needs a little bit of time to heal. She’s not really been given that time at all since her freedom.”

She pulled up the ninth hinge.

“Britney Spears is in rehab, but her Instagram is still posting. That means someone else has the password. And that means the same people who controlled her life before might still be controlling her image now. The conservatorship ended. But did the exploitation?”

She pulled up Ice Spice. The McDonald’s fight. The Wendy’s deal. The branding genius.

“Our next blind item is about Ice Spice—Miss Poopy. Gross. What smells in here? Oh, it’s just Ice. I’m just kidding. But she does always talk about pooping. I’m guessing that’s like one of her muses—number two.”

She pulled up the blind.

“As I said a few weeks ago, it looks like the frozen-flavor rapper’s incident was all for attention. It worked. She got a deal because of it.”

She pulled up a comment.

“She got into a fight at McDonald’s, and now Wendy’s has hired her. Would you buy a Frosty from her? Whatever happened to talent, lol.”

She played the Wendy’s ad.

“I heard Wendy’s upgraded their OG spicy chicken sandwich. New spicy. New spicy. New spicy. Spicy spicy spicy. Spicy. Order for Ice Spice. Spice. You forgot your Frosty. New upgraded spicy chicken. Only at Wendy’s. Spice. Recognize Spice.”

She shook her head.

“This comment reads, ‘She said she’s never going to McDonald’s again and got a deal with Wendy’s. This is how fast companies should move.’”

She pulled up the fight video.

“Calm down. Let me wait. Calm down.”

“Oh, your mama. Let me fight her.”

“Let me fight. Why would you want to fight me?”

“Are you a f—?”

“Calm down.”

“You want to fight a f—? Why would you fight me, f—?”

“You 120 pounds.”

“Let’s get anything. Let’s get anything.”

She paused.

“To go from such a disruption in a restaurant—such a mess, headlines, possible criminal charges—to converting that to a brand deal—a chicken sandwich brand deal—that is pretty impressive. But was it planned? Was it all staged? I don’t think so.”

She pulled up the tenth hinge.

“Ice Spice got into a fight at McDonald’s. Now she’s the face of Wendy’s. That’s not a career trajectory. That’s a marketing department’s fever dream. And the fact that it worked says more about us than it does about her.”

She sat back. The screen cycled through the images—Kylie in the bathroom stall, Jason’s sharks, Blue Ivy in Balenciaga, Bradley scowling, Blake on the red carpet, Kate Moss laughing, Jimmy biting a microphone, Pete Davidson’s tired eyes, Britney’s court papers, Ice Spice holding a Frosty.

“We covered a lot today,” she said. “Kylie and Timothée in a bathroom stall. Jason Derulo and his tortured sharks. Nicole Kidman’s daughter at the Met Gala. Blake Lively settling her lawsuit just in time for the carpet. Kate Moss proving that surviving the party is its own kind of victory. Jimmy Fallon biting a microphone. Pete Davidson’s CPS call. Britney’s probation. And Ice Spice turning a fight into a paycheck.”

She paused.

“It’s a lot. It’s overwhelming. It’s the machine grinding on, whether we watch or not.”

She pulled up the final hinge.

“Blind items are like smoke. They’re hard to grab, easy to spread, and they usually mean something’s on fire. The question isn’t whether the smoke is real. The question is why we’re all still standing here breathing it in.”

She reached for her water.

“Let me know what you think in the comments below. What was the craziest bit? And leave a blue heart if you are still here. Show that you’re a real one.”

She set the glass down.

“Also, I upgraded my camera. Tell me, does it look clearer? Does it look better to you guys? I used to film on my old phone—look at it. It’s like an iPhone I don’t even know. But now I’m filming not on my current phone, but my other old phone. I got so many old phones. Do you guys keep your phones? I just like keep them. I get scared. I don’t want to give them up. Also because there’s so many random passwords.”

She paused.

“Like my ‘Let’s Get Into It’ podcast—if you have not checked that out, definitely go check that out. I posted a new episode yesterday. We’re so close to 300K over there, and I really want to hit 300K on my podcast channel. So if you guys can go and support me by doing that, that would be great.”

She smiled.

“Oh, I was going to say—I almost got locked out of that channel because one of these damn old iPhones has a passkey, and I swear to God—I’m not actually swearing to Him, I’m sorry, God—but I promise you I did not set up this damn passkey. I understand two-way authentication, but the passkey is taking it too far. I’m sure if you guys have had that issue, you totally relate.”

She waved.

“But thank you for watching this episode. Let me know what you think in the comments below, and I’ll see you very soon. Bye, guys.”