Man, it is depressing to think that we're just preaching where I'm not interested in preaching

to the choir.

When I start thinking I'm only preaching to the choir, I will quit and do something else.

Hey Joe, you're only preaching to the choir.

I hate to have to be the one to tell you.

That's Mo Yarborough.

Looks like it's time for him to go.

I just asked to figure out that he's preaching to the choir.

Not the brightest guy in television, which is not setting the bar very high.

Well happy Wednesday, happy hump day to you.

Hump day in the Clinton household, Hillary's got to clear out waking up once again, face

down in a pool of her own dried vomit, empty cardboard, one gallon box of cheap New Zealand

Shardinay, Secret Service standing over her, Tisk, Tisk, oh what might have been, but thankfully

was not.

Sad, sad Hillary, poor per Hillary.

She's like a character in a John Waters film, isn't she?

She's like, she reminds me of Divine, I think, in polyester.

Yet nobody knows Divine in polyester.

I know.

Okay, I get a kick out of it anyway.

It's also Mailbag Day because it's Wednesday here on the Chris Plant Show and that means

it's Mailbag Day and we collect questions sent in by you, our beloved and brilliant listeners.

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