A message sent November 28th.

Daddy, I want to tell you things.

I just came from ballet and we're home right now and mommy and we're in the garage I asked

Reagan get your poop and he nodded his head body really did not poop, but, um, but that's funny because, um,

mommy checked and there was no poop. So, um, why don't you call me back at 7 o'clock?

Bye bye.

TVTL!

I don't know a lot about business but he did an internet and now the computers like

him and Wall Street is Google.

Please, uh, refrain from scolding us for our approach. Our approach is legitimate.

If I was going to go out and have a Mexican dinner tonight, an Italian dinner tonight,

it's immaterial. And you can twist it and turn it whichever way the press decides to do.

All right, I'm going to assume that's hypothetical, right?

This is my sandbox. I'm not allowed to go in the deep end. That's where I saw the leprechaun he told me to burn things.

Well all right hello good morning and welcome everyone to a Tuesday edition of

TB-T-L the show that just might be too beautiful to live.

We're getting medium play on three independent radio stations

in Central Europe.

My name is Luke Burbank. I am your host.

I'd like to grow a pair sometime.

Coming to you from the Madrona Hill studio perched high above the mighty Columbia where it is just a

rainy miserable day here weather-wise. You know you like to get wet though, but it's an

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