ou anyway. So I have a garbage anxiety, which the people who watch me livestream from my man cave know. So on Wednesday night I have to take my four garbage cans—you know, two of them are for outdoor waste and recycling and blah blah—so there's four of them. And I've got this long hill of a driveway, so it's kind of a lot of work. Now I have anxiety about forgetting to do it because by Wednesday night, you know, by the time it's after 5:00 in the evening, you know I start really early, sometimes 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. So you know that's the end of my day basically. So I often forget.

So I forgot last week or I got confused because of the holiday. So I had two weeks full of garbage in my garbage cans. Now the Locals platform reacts to my hand gestures, and when I gave it the RP sign, balloons went off. So that's fun. You can't see that, but if you could you'd think it was funny. Anyway, so I've got two weeks full of garbage in one week. It's packed to the top. But I noticed that I had two garbage cans in case I have these big days of garbage that happen sometimes. And both of them were full. So I reached down by hand and took out these old gnarly garbages and stuffed them in the one so that I'd have one less trip down the driveway. So now I've got garbage that's so heavy I can almost not drag them downhill. They're so heavy, well over 100 pounds. And there are two of them.

I get them down there and it was maybe close to 7:00 at night. And I had a really hard day, worked really hard, got up really early, been working all day, and my body was really sore. And I thought, you know what, I'm going to do something I never get to do. I'm feeling good because my work's done, my garbage is out to the street, I don't have anything that I have to do the rest of the night. I'm going to draw myself a hot bath. When was the last time you had time to do that? Like the most decadent thing you could possibly do as an adult. As an adult, when do you have time to take a bath? You just sit in hot water and have nothing else to do. But this was the first time I could think of probably in a year where I just legitimately was done with all of my work and especially done with my garbage. The best part. I could get that in my mind.

So I go to fill my bathtub, going to put some Epsom salt in there and really rest my muscles. And then I get a message. Bing. Oh, it's my next-door neighbor. "Your garbage cans have been hit by a car. Your garbage is strewn all over the street." Now, do you ever think that the universe is just messing with you? This was actually one of my biggest irrational concerns, is remembering to put my garbage out. And of all the times that I put my garbage out—so I've been in this house 15 years or something—so in 15 years of putting the garbage out, I'm the only one who does it every night. Only once, only once in all those years has it been the most packed that the garbage has ever been packed. Only once. And I actually got on the security cameras. I won't be more specific, but I got a good picture of the car taking them out. It didn't stop.

Imagine driving at full speed, hitting two objects that are 100 pounds apiece, knocking them all over the street and continuing on. Yeah, probably drunk. Probably drunk. Maybe drunk. Or maybe there were two drivers and one of them was having a better time than the other, if you know what I mean. Like I like to think of it in a positive way. So that was my evening. But let's get on to other things.

Here's one of my topics: visual persuasion. And as I've told you, visual persuasion includes somebody talking and describing something that you imagine visually. So here's Matt Gaetz using amazing visual persuasion, talking about the potential expulsion of George Santos from Congress for whatever behaviors that are boring and I don't care about. But Matt Gaetz says, whatever Mr. Santos did with Botox or OnlyFans is far less concerni