This is Carissa from Pennsylvania, and I wouldn't be caught dead listening to I Dought it with Dalmore.

Now, you better believe it with Brittany is a whole other story, because Brittany is the best part.

The following broadcast may contain free thinking and open-minded discussion, ideas, skepticism, and adult subject matter.

Topics will be discussed using adult language, sometimes gratuitously.

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This ain't your granddad's news and comment show.

This is I Doubt It with Thalamo.

Yeah. I doubt it with Dahlamore All right, welcome to the show, episode 394 of I Doubted with Dallamore. I am your host, Jesse Dallamore,

and seated across from me, lovely, the talented, the ever scholarly Brittany Page.

Still with a cold. Still, you, me as well. I apparently have contracted the pestilence from ye old Britney page.

Yeah. I feel like I sound like a smoker, but people tell me I don't sound different. So I don't know.

No, you definitely sound different. Not that I'm the only honest person in the crowd.

No, apparently you are, because I keep on saying, I feel like I sound like a smoker. And everyone's like, no, you sound great.

You sound just the same.

And I'm like, I feel like that's not true.

Excuse me.

I wouldn't say you sound, you smell like a smoker.

You don't smell like a smoker, Brittany. say that you, because I have your ears being funneled into, or your, your voice, see,

not feeling well, feverish, in fact, your voice is, my glasses are fogging up. That's how,

your voice is being funneled right into my ear through headphones. So it's not like

bastardized by the environment.

Right.

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