The weather. Tomorrow, expect a biting cold front. Hmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be

wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak

you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching their peak in the

afternoon. Not in the afternoon.

Not in the mood for miserable weather.

Fly cheaply to Turkey with Sun Express.

Sun Express, nonstop sunshine.

There we go.

Magic time, bitches.

Internet fucking magic.

This is the part of the show where we thank you the ice cream truck drivers.

Thank you ice cream truck drivers.

Hopefully I have a new list of names, so you aren't hearing this right now.

You're just hearing me thank people, and that'll be really great.

But in case you don't, horse walked into a bar.

Bar-tender said,

Hey, buddy,

why the long face?

The horse said,

my mother died.

Oh,

poor horse.

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