Log, do you want to count us in?

A three, a two, a three, two, one.

No, let's do that again.

All, like you could tell me and Steve were really on edge as you did that.

Oh, Ken, we're going to clap anyway.

Three, two, one.

Regular, regular, regular features, a regular, regular, regular features, a regular, regular, regular features, a regular, regular features, a regular, regular features, sure.

Hi, welcome to regular features.

The only podcast that's exactly the same every week, and like every week, we broadcast direct from

my boudoir. My boudoir is filled with only one thing, a bed, a bed full of undulating,

oscillating bodies, but only three of the matter. My own, a lumpy monstrosity that stretches from end to end.

Steve Hoggity's body. Describe it, Steve, from your side of the bed.

Hello, my body's occupying the boud of the boudoir. It's coiled right around the wa.

And it's ready to read some features.

And if I'm not mistaken, the waugh is

wombed by John Logbly.

My torso points northeast to south-west.

My limbs point perfectly northeast, south and west.

And then dotted lines shoot out the end of them and meet on the other side of the globe, where there is buried hidden treasure.

Welcome one and all to the boudoir, the home of the greatest treasure hunt known to man.

Allais, zoo.

The prize, 2,000 pounds.

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