T-B-T-L, the broadcast that lingers, teaching blows to laughs, going balls to lock it.

Tolkien be the Lord, trust brings the ladies, Trabienne Tim Linsichom, Tim Burton tells

Lollabies, tend to be the listeners, to be here for the wills.

T-B-T-L, hello, town jubilation committee, and I got something to make you a lot less jubilant.

It's sentimental, it's emotionally dishonest, it implodes into nothingness.

The enormity of their flat brain, the enormity of their stupidity is just overwhelming.

It is simply two guys who just wanted to dig a cave.

And what was the purpose?

Yeah, what did they want to do with that?

They just wanted to dig a cave to hang out instead of...

You think that this show is shaping policy internationally?

Yes, internationally.

Okay.

Sweetie, have a good show what you do is so important.

Well, hey there, everybody, welcome to a Monday afternoon edition of T-B-T-L.

This is the show that just might be too beautiful to live.

I'm your host, Luke Burbank, coming to you today from the beautiful city of Bellingham,

Washington, with my microphone, set a top, our friend Jenny's accounting textbooks,

and a high-protein scramble in my belly.

It's time to bring you episode 1927 in a collector's series,

a lot to get to today, including the joke-stealing fewerer

that reached a fever pitch over the weekend involving a guy who calls himself,

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