Hello again, everybody, and welcome to another exciting episode of the Jim Cornette Experience.

I am your fearless leader, O Colt of Cornette, and today, because it's my show, we're going

to have an update on my life. But we're also going to talk about your orders to Jim

Cornette.com. I'm going to announce, ladies and gentlemen, a Christmas miracle has occurred

more on that later. We'll talk about my trip to Nashville and Reunion with the Midnight

Express, and we're going to tell a bunch of funny old wrestling stories, because once

again, it's my show, and I'm not mad at anybody today, but I'll probably work myself into

it, joining me to do this. My cohort, cohost, Hawaiian, Brian, the podcasting lion, the

King of the Arcadian Vanguard podcast network, Mr. Cohost, to use Swammy's Pappy, the post

office playboy Susie's favorite boy, your friend and mine, the great French toast fanboy,

Brian last. Hello, hot Jim, a pleasure to be here once again. It's the owner of the

French toast chateau, the proprietor, the proprietor chateau. Yes. Yes. The, the, the

Mithrede, and it would give me a seat. No, no, no, no, no, no, that guy works with me.

I don't think it's a D would work for you. So I will seat you for your French toast in

your French dip in your French onion soup. I'll be upstairs in the office, the Mithrede

you'll handle all that French fuck. All right, I went to, and I just don't laugh at me

today. I went to Nashville, almost 200 miles south of the Derby city here, this past

weekend for snow, for snow and ice and freezing rain, and came back home and it was dry. It

was warmer here. So it just follows me. I shouldn't travel in the wintertime, but I had

a great time. We're going to talk about that. But I get back and of course, the hot tub

is sprung a leak. That's going to take a week or two costs several hundred dollars.

But I, but basically I had told you remember I did this a number of weeks ago when the

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