Wednesday, August 19, 2026

"Sorry, I uh, interrupted your..."

  "Get off the stage bitch, you're crashing the conference." 

  Squealing microphone. 

  "We need the head of this conference to..." 

  Chanting. 

  Whistles at a beautiful lady.  "Look we very much care about the climate.  We do.  That's why we need anybody in charge of this group to come to the lobby (i)immediately(i)." 


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