Hello, this is really the real Stephen Hawking again, like I told you all before.

Today I would like to read you a letter from a super disgruntled listener who is actually really quite disgruntled,

which sucks for him, because before infants on

thrones he was just plain old grunted.

And his letter goes a little something like this.

Hello infants.

My name is Richard Ricky Ducky, the younger and slightly more retarded brother of

race car driver Ricky Bobby.

I apologize in advance for the length of this letter, but, oh my fetching heck, I will be so glad when this

podcast award thing is over, because all of these extra minisos have made me feel so sad and whiny and also a little bit angry at my parents and

children and got in my old shapely first grade teacher with a pretty bow in her hair who wouldn't

accept my love letters.

Also, I am pretty sure it has made me constipated,

and put the maggots in my scrotum,

and I can't even enjoy the taste of my own salty buakers anymore,

and that used to be the highlight of my day.

Voting ends on March 24th and so will these exhausting mucking for the microphone vote

for us promos. So please, my fellow listeners, just go and vote for these

infants already on podcast awards.com, even if you have already voted, you can do it once per day, you know.

Just please, please, please, go vote so that I can finally begin to enjoy the smell of my

worms, dicky, bum fingers again.

Sorry to be such a deuce, but remember, you are doing this whole podcast thing for me.

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