We have to help Charles. He's devastated. I hate seeing him like this. Breakups are

cartoony thumbs down. They make people feel face with X's for the eyes.

What does that even mean? The English language cannot fully capture the depth

and complexity of my thoughts, so I'm incorporating emoji into my speech to

better express myself. Linky face.

Los Angeles is not what you see in the movies. It's like Detroit with palm

turies. Can you work clean? Clean? Yeah, can you not curse? Can you not say dirty

sex, poop, dogs, having sex with vagina dirt? Hey Jared, you know who else is

Canadian? Justin Bieber. The Hitler of music. Do you have a problem with me being

Canadian? I do actually. You know, um, Hitler actually played for the

soon. So technically Hitler was the Hitler of music. The mouth is smiling, but

your eyes are full-sad. Why? Just a couple of guys sorting out some things.

And the sorting process starts right here right now on a Monday afternoon

edition of TBTL, the show that just might be too beautiful to live. Hey

everybody, I'm your host Luke Burbank. This is episode 1,907 in a collector

series. It a busy, medically challenging weekend here in the TBTL universe

and and we've got lots to report. I pulled off sort of a reverse Steve McQueen

involving a motel six and Rudy the dog. Andrew has been fighting through some

Odo Laren Galagical problems and yet will join us once again from the

Koreatown neighborhood of Los Angeles and guess who's birthday it is today?

SARS. We turn 100. 100 episodes under the infinite guest banner that is. And so

we will have our supervisor none other than Mr. Steve Nelson stop by later in

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