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First things first as always, contribution to the show. Marcus Wattling. Thank you so much Marcus and Curtis Pasina has also contributed financially to the show.

Appreciate it fellas and subscribe is real loyal to me. This few people haven't subscribed yet. You can contribute on top of your subscription fee and it's the lifeblood. It's what keeps the show on the air.

So if you like to subscribe, keep that in mind. People donating all the times. People like a regular subscribe is my buddy Darren who's a truck driver in Australia.

And he says this show keeps him going as he drives throughout the night into the bush. That's not a kind of dirty. But this song goes out to my boy Darren driving that truck in Australia.

Watch out for them serial killers. The madman of man, Gatiti. You go down.

I was on the outskirts of a little southern town trying to reach my destination before the sun went down. The old CB was blown away on Channel 1 9 and Apollo was sticking up the air.

A little boy's voice on the radio line voice. And he said breaker one nine. Is anyone there? Come on back truckers and talk to Teddy bear. This is fucking red soap. I'm back. He demarc and I said you got it Teddy bear.

And a little boy's voice came back on the air. It's a little cripple. Appreciate the break. Who we got on that end. I told him my handling. Then he began and I met him and I meant I'm not supposed to bother you fellas out there.

That's some party rest up. Mom says you're busy and for me to stay off there. But you see I get lonely and it helps to talk.

Because that's about all I can do. I'm crippling. I can't walk. I came back and told him the far up that bike. I'll fucking cheesy talk to him as long as he liked.

Not that he's crippled. This was my dad's radio. Little boy said. But I guess it's mine and mom's now. Of course my daddy's dead. That had a wreck about a month ago. Come on Darren. Set up straight.

He was trying to get home and a blind and snow. My master worked now to make ends meet. And I'm not much help with my two cripple feet. She says not the words.

We'll make it all right. But I hear a crime sometimes late at night. That's Darren's wife. You know there's one thing I want more than anything else to see.

I don't need to bless his kids. My dad used to take me for rides when he was home. But I guess it's all over now since my dad is gone.

Not one breaker came on the old she be. As that little cripple boy. Talk with me. I tried. I shut it red. Oh boy. Does that crack me up?

Anyways, that goes out to Darren driving that truck throughout the night in Australia. Anyhow, what the hell else folks? So anyways, I get to letter my mailbox from a neighbor mine.

Again, I live up in the woods of northern wash westchester. Keep that in mind. And you know, like on a private road in the middle of fucking nowhere to stumble on the show by accident. It's almost impossible.

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