Hey, hey, son. Oh my goodness. Look who it is. I was just gonna call you this is

back in town. Are you, um, yeah, briefly? You go into the family thing that we're giving

ourselves? No, no, I can't make it. Yeah, no. Should I tell them? Well, you know,

listen, I wasn't gonna go, so don't don't not go because I'm, you know, you're the

reason I would go. I just have some plans. So I can't, yeah. You got plans. Well, we make plans

in God laughs. That's right. Right? No, I always want to make plans, but, uh, you don't

want to be laughed at. T-B-T-L. It is always 67 degrees with a 40% chance of rain. Always.

Oh, that naughty old elf must be one mean bastard to give us this so early. I'm so funny.

I can't believe my dad didn't think I can make it as a stand-up comedian.

This is my underwear showing when I was climbing down the tree. I wore my Thursdays because

my Saturdays had a case of the Mondays, if you know what I mean. I like it. Each Sunday

it's so ripe with information. Go on, please.

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

The show that just might be too beautiful to live. Oh, it might not be good for the

rain, but it's most definitely good for the soul. My name is Luke Burbank. I'm your

host. You got to eat that microphone. Coming to you from the Nest Broadcast Center.

High in the sky, above Portland, Oregon, looking at a bit of a cloudy day, chance of rain,

but apparently the blue sky and sunshine is on the way. We are about to transition into

some real summer weather around here, which will be exciting and toasty. Sorry if, um,

you're hearing Randy the Roomba in the background. He was just finishing up some vacuuming

of the apartment. I'm going to now send him home using the app. You know, he's not just

a computerized robot vacuum cleaner. He's my best friend.

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