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Topics will be discussed using adult language, sometimes gratuitously.

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This ain't your granddad's news and comment show.

This is I Doubted with Dolomor.

All right.

Welcome and thank you for joining us to this unnumbered episode of I Dought It with Dallamore.

I am your host, as always, Jesse Dallamore, and sitting across from me in a big pool of sick, still sick.

My lovely co-host, yet sniffily with a 50-year-old smoker's voice, Britney Page.

Still sick, but getting better.

It doesn't sound like it.

Okay, well, I'm telling the truth.

I am telling the truth.

If a bag of wet, soggy, smashed assholes had a sound, it would be you.

That would be the sound that you're making right now.

Yeah, I'm not arguing with you about that.

I sound horrible.

I could go outside on the sidewalk, throw a rock, and find any random who could probably come in and sound better.

Wow, I'm really mean right now, huh?

That's okay.

No, you're just telling the truth.

Wake up early in the morning, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and a total dick.

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