Zerch are what I call desserts, tray trays or entrees. I call sandwiches,

sammies, sanduzzles, or Adam Sandlers. Air conditioners are cool blasters with a Z.

I don't know where that came from. I call cakes, big old cookies. I call noodles

long-ass rice. Fried chicken is fried fried, chick-y-chick. Chicken palm is chick-y-chicky palm

brum. Chicken catchatory, chick-y catch. I call eggs, pre-birds, or future birds. Root beer is

super water. Tortillas are bean blankies. And I call forks, food rigs,

You're here to make friends. Making friends is the name of this show.

I expect to feel several bone tremors and be perceived by all around you to be a disgrace.

Here's some advice I gave to the girls in my dance troupe that the dance tell you drop tournament.

That advice was dance, dance, dance. I love jazz. You love jazz? Yes. Name three key jazz musicians.

Miles Davis. Number one, yeah. Lance Armstrong. The trumpet player, Lance Armstrong.

Yes. Okay, and number three. The loneliest monk. You clearly are a jazz

fisherman and my apologies. Well, you get a gold star. Let's get started.

All right, let's get started indeed with this Friday afternoon edition of TBTL. This right here

is the show that just might be too beautiful to live. That was the fanciest sentence I've ever heard.

And I used to watch Frasier. My name is Luke Burbank. I'm your host. Excuse me. Do these

effectively hide my thunder? Coming to you from Bellingham, Washington, the Bay City,

and the Burbank Springs Recording Facility, which is perched to top Alabama hill.

Hey, look who got their audio drops back. It's a kind of magic. It's exciting to be here

in my actual home office slash sort of janky radio studio where I can play my little sound effects

like this one. Although pod dog is, pod dog is currently on a walk. And I just want to let you know that

my brother-in-law is working on the part of the house that is connected to this room where I'm

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