Hey guys, amid this zombie apocalypse, I decided that tonight's story would be based on the

four letter word you should be telling your boo more and more each passing day.

So, welcome to talk love to me.

Or shall I say, talk undying love.

Because as you're about to find out true love doesn't expire when the

heart stops beating and in many cases as the flesh begins to cool,

it's love that you feel heating up inside.

American poet Emily Dickinson said it best.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

So as you hear the world crumbling outside of your home,

and as you spot your neighbor eating his dog's face, of your

Mr. or Mr. or Mrs.

and as you spot your neighbor eating his dog's face,

grab a beer, insert Corona joke here,

hold your Mr. or Mrs, and prepare to fall grossly in love.

All right,

welcome.

All right,

welcome to talk murder to me, the first self-quarantine edition.

Yeah, thank goodness we had our show last weekend, huh?

Thanks to everyone who still came out to our Raleigh show. Yeah, it was a great time. Our future

shows are postponed temporarily. So we've got a tentative date in May if we are in the clear to do so at that point in time.

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