Thank you very much.

How are y'all, fruit volunteers, fruit barbecues, fruit bean threes, fruit's cumberlands, young

cast villains, and fruit's Kurdistanians, fruit's van devils, fruit's titans, fruit's

predators, fruit's Davy Crockets, and fruit's deluvians.

Hail and well-mute here in Tennessee at Zaini's here in Nashville, music city, USA.

The prettiest state in the land of the free once again, the Vodcast hits the smartest

man in the world, takes to the either.

This is where the kittens hit the road, where the real and the delusional join flippers,

and swim for their various to real lives.

The downtrodden get a hand up, and the evil Greek pigs and hate mongers who run the dance

have to take one for the team.

Their ivory tower is only there for our target practice.

I love dope baseball, music, old movies, and the chance to ran and rave in front of you.

As Marvin Gaye said, let's get it on.

I've never been to Tennessee before, I've been to the Memphis airport a couple of times.

I have an Elvis Presley magnet on my refrigerator from 1989, that my friend, awesome way, it's

the Elvis Pose, where he's got his arm thrown out, and he's in the cape and the giant black

shades, and he's just slightly overweight.

My friend wrote below it, no thyself, the king.

So I don't know nothing about Nashville, which has me at a distinct disadvantage with

all y'all.

I may be asking you tonight to fill me in on certain various elements of your fine municipality.

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