Well, I guess it's official. We're now on Facebook. I really wasn't sure about this at the start,

but then a friend of mine said something that just made all kinds of sense. She said,

think about more as a conversation. I like that. But I'm already finding out my own.

I said, it's wiping the walls out between you and me, and I really like that. It allows us

into each other's worlds, or I guess in my case, the hotel room. When I think about things I want

to post, I want to post cool stuff, slick stuff, neat stuff. But most of the stuff I'm going to

post is going to be raw stuff like this. This is just who I am. So if this is truly a conversation,

then I say let that conversation begin.

Hello, I must ask that small children leave, good women have hurt their eyes,

and men take a stiff slug of circus whiskey. Behold, the most hideous creature of all.

This guy's intense, big face, big head, big bald head. My needs some backup.

After everything that's happened recently, I want to make sure that what you're about to do

isn't not well thought out. Can I throw something on you, see if it feels good? Sure.

Okay, this is what I would do. I would start with a joke. Joke, Vince Vaughn quote, obviously.

Swingers or Crashers? Fred Claus. I hope nobody is offended by this. I mean, we were not

offending. We are pro. We're drunk and we're trying to be serious. You believe that?

I do if you do. Should it subsurbe?

Well, hey there everybody. Welcome to a Wednesday afternoon edition of TBTL.

This is the show that just might be too beautiful to live. It's like

set in hot water. I'm hooked. My name is Luke Burbank. I am your host.

You are boring me to death and I am already dead. You're boring me back to death.

I'm coming to you from the Burbank Springs Broadcast Center, Perch Top, Alabama Hill,

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