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Hi Cecil and Tom. This is Jay asked calling from Montreal. I know I'm a little late to the party,

but I wanted to share a piece of woo that I used to believe in. So when I was a kid,

I used to think I was psychic because once in a while I would think of a Golden Girls episode

and then it would come on the television the very next day.

Which tells you two things about me as a kid. One, I was really stupid, two, I was really gay.

Anyway, someone knocking at my glory hole, so I got to go and other fuckers.

This is working class, skeptic. Regarding buttons, wife or reclass, and your comment that training doesn't ensure safety,

I'd like to mention that I and my classmates all attended a hudder safety course during PE and 7th or 8th grade.

For time after that class, a friend of mine nearly shot me in the face because he didn't think that gun on his hand was real.

Training didn't save me, a functioning safety did. As for what kind of doctor would sign a chassis certificate,

one who could build an insurance company for an exam that either didn't happen, or if it did, one that was medically meaningless.

Glory hole gentlemen.

Hey Tom and Cecil, Mara here, calling from the untamed wilds of Vermont.

You mentioned my fine state in your latest show, so I thought I'd share some fun facts with your audience.

For instance, did you know that Vermonters don't salivate? It's true.

We actually possess a gland that secretes maple syrup directly into our mouths as we chew.

As a 7th generation Vermonters myself, my maple glands have evolved to the point where I can precisely control the grade and color of the syrup I produce, which is nice.

I figure by the time my family gets to generation 10 or 11, will be able to photosynthesize, and that's good news for the industry,

because we're going to have to replace all the sugar maples that are dying from global warming.

Anyway, keep up the great work you guys. I've listened to every goddamn show you've put out, and I'm not about to stop now. Glory hole.

Be advised that this show is not for children, the faint of heart, or the easily offended.

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