Hi, and welcome to T.J. O. Putertoods. We are sure to have the Rootness, Tootness, Pootness,

Good Meal. I'm Faith, and I'll be your food gal. Tonight's drink specials include

sex and a hamper with or without milk, and pudding shots. Our dinner specials include

the angry Mexican. I don't need to hear the specials. I want two orders of the deep fried

curly ribs and giggling scoundrel for the lady and a side of the atomic liver crisps.

Would you like some putter balls with that? What kind of meat is in that? It's putter meat

with a taste that's oddly familiar. T-B-T-L. We are living in the midst of a podcast

boom when the guests are compelling and the conversation covers the complete drum kit,

the hands of the clock disappear, and I feel as if I've enjoyed an actual second-hand

human experience. You know, you're overthinking it, buddy. Yeah. I mean, just kind of see

this is a fun thing to do where you make a little bread. I go deep into your podcast

because you do what you're doing over. Are you even listening to our story? Yes. Well

listen to this. We have a story to tell. So listen. Okay. And write it down.

All right. Hello. Good morning. And welcome everyone to a Monday edition of T-B-T-L.

The show that just might be too beautiful to live. It's an audio files nightmare. My name

is Luke Burbank. I am your host. I feel cute today. Look at my outfit. You can see my

actual outfit. You would realize how fortunate it is for everyone that this is an audio-only

product. I am sitting here in the Nest Broadcast Center high in the sky above Portland, Oregon

in some Everlane sweatpants, an Everlane t-shirt, and a very Mr. Rodgers-E sweater that I bought

in an airport in Italy. That's where I do most of my clothing shopping is an airport

in Italy. And I've had this sweater. Well, I guess we're over a decade now. And it was

a little chilly here in the apartment this morning. Grab the sweater through it on, but I

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