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Roar!

Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo!

Everything in my life is work, but not done to stuff it.

I don't have to shave, I don't have to bathe, I don't have to be clever or nice, you know.

I can just be myself, isn't that what love really is?

No. Love is hiding who you really are at all times, even when you're sleeping.

Love is wearing makeup to bed and going downstairs to the Burger King to poop.

Welcome! Welcome, welcome back to T-B-T-L just after nine bells.

Ah, Burbank Standard Time. I get a little emotional when love is in the air,

and we might be in just that kind of situation.

That's because our friend, listener Julia, is here, and she's got love on her mind.

I sure do.

Now, the backstory, which I explained earlier tonight, but just in case people are just not tuning in.

We had a listener party a couple of weeks ago in Belltown, and Jen, you and Julia really hit it off,

but Julia was not there just for socializing or gawking at Sean, which is the two sort of top reasons

that people come to our events, or to see how chubby I actually am because it's such a topic.

I think the short hair kind of does you good.

Really, it's making me look younger.

I was reading in a magazine over the weekend that they said, you can have short hair in the summer,

but only if you are very skinny or makes your face look like an O, and then I immediately became

somehow more insecure about it.

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