Oh, okay, brother. You say hostile. Oh, I see my host. I do see my

host because I am hostile. I'm mad. I'm sad to be honest. I hate my life. Why do I

have two name tags on? They both say currency exchange. My favorite restaurant is

Italian fiesta on the south side. Love that place. Them two words don't go together.

Absolutely. One is Italian, one is Mexican. I used to like Luma 90s. I can't say it.

It sound like a Luma 90. Every time I eat that piece I feel like I know too much.

T-B-T-L!

You know if I'd be saying hey, we cool, but your eyes are like no, we not. Nice to meet you.

No, it's not. It's all good. It's nice.

You're the only one with the capacity for such tenacity and audacity. But more than

anything, I admire your veracity. We don't do meals in my home. No, every two hours

we eat what I like to call a food tease, like an oat wedge or a seaweed

lozen. Can I just say and I think this is really important. So I need everyone to

shut up. I love your hair. It's the story of a man with a brothel of a home and

a pool filled with human excrement. Yeah, I gotta say this seems like a bad idea.

All right, hello. Good morning and welcome everyone to a Wednesday edition of T-B-T-L

the show that just might be too beautiful to live.

Two bros! Bro, hand it up! My name is Luc Burbank. I am your host.

Burbank, who is he?

Coming to you from the Madrona Hill studio perched high above the mighty Columbia,

where it's a foggy morning. I think I heard a fog horn actually

blow in the middle of the night. It was very foggy on the river and there are all kinds of

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