Okay, well, we've heard from you, Scott, now you tell us a little about yourself.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential.

My father was a relentlessly self-improving, blanche ray owner from Belgium, with low-grade narcolepsy and a pension for buggery.

My father would womanize, he would drink, who would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.

Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy.

When I was insulin, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with raids. Pretty standard, really.

T-B-T-L!

Julian Assange or Mike Myers, it's getting hard to tell.

Here's something that's never in doubt.

A Tuesday afternoon edition of T-B-T-L, it's the show that's probably too beautiful to live.

Tons of f***ing sequins!

Tons of f***ing sequins.

Indeed, here on episode 703 in a collector series, 703.

And wouldn't you know it?

Looks like the live video feed of the show is actually operational today.

I say a hoi-hoi to the 43 of you that are watching.

You are the bravest of the brave.

You've put up with, you know, probably, I would say 80% of the show's not working out as a webcast.

And yet, those 43 people there.

My mom is 42 of them, but to the other person who's not here, I say thank you very much.

Speaking of my mom.

Hi, this is Luke's mom, Susie, coming tonight on T-B-T-L.

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