Hey there, trying to mind, let me a note in my handwriting and he said that you

might be able to set me up with the pill that makes the memories go away, like a shame

wow. I did something a little out of the character and the window was kind of

closing in on, you know, before it lodged in the long-term, what do you call it, what

do you call it? Brains, long-term brains, T-B-T-L, why are you wasting your time with

this podcast? Because I have nothing else going on. We are still on for this afternoon,

right? Operation Monkey Brain. You paint your bald spot? I don't know what you're talking

about sir, my hair grows. You paint your bald spot. Oh my god, one hundo a day, both

the bus, five hundo a week. That's rich.

Alright, hello, good morning and welcome to a Tuesday edition of T-B-T-L, the show

that just might be too beautiful to live. Oh yeah, my name is Luke Burbank, I'm your host.

I'd like to grow a pair sometimes, coming to you. From the Burbank Springs Broadcast

Center, Perch to Topp, Alabama Hill in Bellingham, Washington, other Bay City

beautiful Tuesday morning here in August, sun, high in the sky, over Lake Watcom. We are

in day two of Snake Pocalypse as in day two of not knowing if a a garter snake is

living somewhere in the house. No sign of it. I don't have the containment zone set

up anymore because that was not working, let's be honest. I do have a video camera still

set up on motion detect, which is really just the saddest thing at this point because the

snake is not going to just wriggle across the floor and activate my fancy, dancing camera,

I can't quite let that, let that thing go. So if at some point you hear me start to choke

and get quieter and then you hear my body slump over out of my chair and onto the floor here

in the broadcast center, it's just because the snake has slithered into the room and Python

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