A Russian ballerina, soft and all of pure crap. A burky suburban housewife,

who's deep in a toe and scat. Just give it a bobs, give it a bobs, go to bo bo bo bo.

It's whimsical, holy toe.

Miss Green, excuse me, if you would please afford me the generosity of one particular moment,

in which I could just roll out the red carpet, so taut and tight,

they're fucking bumony ass bitch.

I've got a lawn mower on my front lawn. He seems to have a washer dryer.

Take it, cool 45 splash it on, get the fuck out of here.

Hey Craig. Hey, Devon.

This is going to be bananas. I'm going to get, I have a headache now.

I think it might make our other episodes actually make linear sets, which is nice.

Well, here's the thing. I don't know, you know, you that well Craig, all I do know is that

there's no good reason for Brian and I to be released into the wild.

I don't know why they let us out. I know neither and who are they? Who were they and how dare they?

Rome wasn't built in a day and my ass took three weeks to come to fruition.

Well, they don't have a hallmark card for that. Not here then.

Wait, can you just please describe to the listeners at home who are not privy to the

knowledge? Who the fuck are you? Well, you know me from, well, hello, my name's Devon Green.

The introduction heard around the world. I have a trademark on the word hello.

So, you make it use me with a drag queen, but I'm actually a cisgender with a pronounced

Venus mole. Oh my god, the humanity. Why are you a monster? Why? Why are you a monster? Because no one's

listening. That's why I don't censor myself. You just feel free. Okay, Craig, I believe in my

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