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Hey, I was just, uh, calling regards to the words you add about the state of Tennessee.

I just want to let you know that I drove through Tennessee one time on a road trip, and I'm going to tell you,

in that state, there's so many things you can see. You only let understand it at all.

Actually, no, I think you do, isn't it? I think you fucking are horrible.

I never wanted to leave a state faster than my time and life, and I've been there for a while.

I hate that state. You know what? There is one state that's worse than I thought, and this is something you have failed to recognize.

It was gonna suck!

Hey, Donald, hey, Cecil. I don't have a lot of time, but I just want to let you know, there are liberals alive in Tennessee.

We might not be alive for long. What's the roving squads of trained attack dogs and other government agencies that have to kill us?

But, there are a few of us. And if anyone out there, you're drifting to me. You know where to meet on Thursday.

Alright, see you guys later. I'm gonna try to stay alive for one more week. Bye!

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It's skeptical, it's political, and there is. No welcome mat. This is episode number 230, Cecil.

No, it means nothing, 230. You know what it means? It means I'm gonna have a fucking drink. That's what a fucking means. Here's the 230.

Another 230 more to go. I'm out of knob Creek with this last bit. That is tragic. I, however, just got back from the great cheese stinking state of Wisconsin today.

I had to travel up there for work. And the only good thing to come out of Wisconsin is their beer. And so I brought as much as my trunk would hold back.

They don't sell that shit here. So like anybody from the area knows like new glarest, like that's their fucking thing. Like says on the boxes, like only in Wisconsin.

So that's like part of their marketing hype. Is there just like, I'm a local beer you probably would like to have. And I'm like, well, you fucking got me. I'd like to have it.

So fine. You cock suckers. You know what's funny is when you come, a lot of times you cross a state border. At least this is the case. No, no, I don't know if this case I've all swear, but when you cross a state border,

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