Hi, I'm Lisa. I'm from Freehold, New Jersey. I'm 16, and I'm going to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Thank you, that's all I need to hear. Are you sure? I'm happy to do another song. You weren't good!

Okay, is that what you want to hear? You want me to gut you like a fish? For everyone to see? Is that what you want, little girl?

Because let me tell you something. The truth stings. Okay? Like salt on an open wound. You weren't abomination!

Your audition stunk up this room like a dusty wet fart. You don't have it!

You don't have it honey.

And I hope to hell you're good at something else because you sure as**t I'm not going to make it in show business.

So that to answer your question is the truth.

What was a question?

T-B-T-L!

Bad tension, I'm dark in the U now.

Did you fold down, hit your head and think you woke up in the 1950s or the 1890s? Should we call for a doctor?

The real headline of the evening was, dumb guy, each bread gets fat, d-et.

What kind of headline is that?

It's a 16-four with a loop at the hook. Freeze the bars and mute the quarter tones.

Whatever it feels like we're dragging, we're not. It's just that kind of tune.

It's a real groove here on this Thursday afternoon edition of T-B-T-L.

The show that just might be too beautiful to live.

Hey there everybody, my name is Luke Burbank. I'm your host coming to you from Portland, Oregon, the Bay City.

Sitting in the upper room of the live wire studios on Mississippi Avenue.

It is a beautiful day here. A blue bird day here in Portland, Oregon.

It was so warm that as I was sitting outside of laughing planet, eating some healthy, healthy food.

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