As a former Voxer, I got used to being able to say what I wanted and then locking that sh!t down like motherf’ing Fort Knox.


Not so much.

NB: Which is why I punked out and didn’t use the real bad words in the sentence above. Even though y’all obviously now know I have a potty mouth, since clearly I thought them (and typed them), even with the last-minute self-edit.