Begin countdown to Lightbringer's oath.

Three.

Two.

Now.

I pledged to no longer be fashionably cynically even around my coolest friends.

I will only express my deepest truth even if the truth is a temporary life.

I will not DJ a parties if there is a better DJ nearby.

I will forgive myself for my many cruelties and I will forgive my friends for their cruelty.

I will keep my hot topic to civilize the temperature and bring cold beers to my friends.

For this is the day the Lord has made letters be glad and rejoicing there.

I will take my mighty song to the utgenic praise.

Hey guys, good news. You have tuned in. Can you turn that fucking shit off? Please, Gary.

Quit it. Quit it. I've got a new sound guy, Gary for lore. And I keep putting this fucking

stupid ass psychedelic shit in the beginning of my show.

The mind was dead and is alive again. He was lost and is found.

So they didn't stop it, dude. It's just stop. Sorry. It's annoying. My listeners and it's

causing my hydroxyl and light transmutation device to tremble at the wrong frequency, which is

producing instead of the sweet holy water that I enjoy pouring upon my testicle kind of

caustic liquid that is making me chafe. So please, brother, don't do it. And that brings us to the

first sponsor of our show, Kimbles, Hydroxyl and light transmutators. Here's their jingle.

Transmuted from light. Kimbles is best because it is so light. Can't read it everywhere,

even on flights. Kimbles transmuting the lights.

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