Awake up in the morning and I roll out of bed I consider shaving but there's too much

face on my head because my beard is a face fighter, my beard hides my face, my beard is

a face fighter, my beard hides my face. There you go, there's your death camp

here face. T-T-B-T-L. Guess what day it is? Guess what day it is. It's Friday. Friday

got to get down on Friday. Everybody's looking forward to the weekend. We can. It gets

very specific. It's not quite nasal enough the way you're doing it. All right, you're

not doing it the way he speaks. You're not doing it with the kind of, as you don't do the

broken voice, but it gets very emotional. But it gets very emotional indeed. She was only

16 years old. She was only 16. You're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off.

All right, I have no date. A two-liter bottle of shasta in my all-rush mixed tape. Let's

rock. I can't get saved myself. I can't get saved my joy now. This is hell of a time.

It most certainly is everybody because it is a Friday morning. At least if you're on

the West Coast, a Friday morning edition of T-B-T-L, the show that just might be too

beautiful to live. A podcast of the future show business. My name is Luke Furbank. I am

your host coming to you for the final day from New York, Jersey. And the comfortable confines

of the Parker Meridian Hotel here, just south of Central Park. I'm looking out on the

park. There's still a little bit of snow around. It's a nice blue sky, beautiful, but cold

March morning here. And I am so excited to be with you and to be sharing episode 2,593

in a collector's series with all of you. Let the fun begin. Here's what we're going

to do today. We're going to try to, if we can, clean out the email louder and the

email louder. My gosh. I just saw a pigeon doing a dive bomb. And I think it was a controlled

decision on the pigeons part. I hope it was. Otherwise, a bird is not going to be okay

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