Lately, I like dialing in makeup tutorials that are presented by people with heavy English accents in muddy sound recordings and then turning on the closed captions instead. This lovely gal is from Lancashire, I think, and probably doesn’t mind the giggles.
The CC machine cranks out poetry like “how many Tammys” and “steeped rounds panicked the evening” and “it’s a fifth my pain, but I like to add it.”
How many Tammys? I ask you.
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