Hi there. And welcome to TBL. This is Luke Burbank, your host. Apologies for the weird

computer voice, but you see, I've simply got to rest my voice this afternoon. It sounded

simply dreadful today on the radio show. Why did I use the term dreadful? Mostly because

I have this bitching British computer voice now, so it seemed like the thing to do. If you

missed the radio show today, and think I'm exaggerating about how bad my voice was, here's

some actual tape from today's show.

Oh God! Oh God, I'm running! Ah, yeah!

Ugh! Ugh! Right on one more jam!

HAAAAAAAHHHHH!

That was the worst segment we've ever done about the Senate hearings on the Benghazi attack.

Anyway, I think you can agree it's better for everyone if I rest this golden voice up for

a bit, so please accept our apologies, and enjoy this jam from the TBL Archives.

Can we start your post tonight, Mario? Yeah, sure. But I've only got one bead, and I

grew up, people, and my sleep. It's a condition. It's one of the reasons I had to leave the New

Zealand Army. We'll just stay on the floor. I'll probably find you there. I tend to really

reach out, and I'll sleep in the kitchen. Okay. Never mind. No? We'll find somewhere.

And that's why we just do podcasts from this house, because of a few, uh, well, we'll

just call them sleep-based groping incidents. Hi everybody, this is TBL, the show that's

probably too beautiful to live. It's Epiphoed. Epiphoed. Remember, suffering thuck-a-tash

is Epiphoed, but 1,000 and 22 in a collector's series. That's right, it is day three of the

TBLathon. TBLathon, the third feels like the very third time. My name is Luke Burbank. I'm

your host, weighing in at 190 pounds. So, uh, you got, uh, you got my money? More on that weight

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