This is a podcast.

It is.

It is. It is a mere twitch in the nut sack of podcaster at the moment, but it's about to coalesce with the ovum of audio goodness.

That's enough. You're making me sick. Let's know.

And produce a screaming, a screaming ball of entertainment that will shoot out of the internet's vagina.

Right here, right now.

Oh, no.

If the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say this was their finest hour.

We stand for Queen, Country and Video Games, BRB, UK.

Worst teeth, better accents.

Hello, hello and indeed a hoi-hoi, gents, ladies, chaps, chappets, lords, wives of lords.

Now, I've already said ladies, I can't repeat ladies, because that would be somewhat discriminatory that I was giving the ladies more attention than the chaps.

That would be masonry, and you would annoy the internet. Dukes! that I was giving the ladies more attention than the chaps. And that would do.

Barons, baronets, and you would annoy the internet. Dukes, duchesses. And the queen, if she's listening. And the queen, yeah. Hello, the queen. I hope you're a dicky tummy's feeling better. But should we're really embarrassing for the queen to have double-ended arse fever, actually? I mean, why didn't the newspapers just,

you have to expect the newspapers just to go

the queen has the shits, didn't you?

Yeah, actually. I mean, why then the newspaper is just, you have to expect the newspaper is just to go,

the Queen has the Shits, didn't you?

Yeah, exactly. Well, I mean, oh, by the way, before we continue this line of conversation, I was introduce who I am, what we are, and what we're doing. This is BRB UK. It's episode 51. I'm sorry we didn't record last week

because the internet exploded

and big red barrel towers

I am Dan one of your hosts and I'm Sorry we didn't record last week Because the internet exploded and big red barrel towels

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