This is Mike C from North Bend, Washington, and I never listen to I doubt it with Dallimore.

Unless I'm trying to get to sleep. That shit is fucking boring.

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. Get ready to move the conversation forward. This ain't your granddad's news and comment show. 425 if I doubted with Dollamore.

I am your host, the non-cricneck host host, Jesse Dallimore, and I'm joined by the

crick-necked host. Britney Page. Well, mildly crick-necked, I would say less crick-necked

than before. That's a little tongue-twistery. Your your, your, your, you're, your, you're,

your, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're, you're,

cropped. Uh, host. I think I like Crickneck co-host, because it's a little

literative, illiterative mildly drug induced, I would say, um, didn't take the muscle relaxers today because I have to drive and I can't take them while I'm driving.

But yes, I have tortacolis or torticolis. I don't know how to say it.

Oh, you mean you're not officially diagnosed? You didn't walk in the doctor and he's like,

ah, you got the old crickneck.

I mean, he walked in and he said,

you got the look.

That's what he said to me.

You got the, that's really what he said.

You got the look?

Yeah, well, I looked very unhappy.

And my head throughout the day was getting closer and closer to my left shoulder.

Yeah, you look like Ralph Wiggum when he glued his ear to his shoulder.

I don't know that reference, but that sounds about right.

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