Happy New Year, everybody, and welcome to the last Jim Cornette experience of 2018 and the first Jim Cornette experience of 2019.

And who knows where we'll go from here today, fractured skulls and fake foundations and our guest, the holiday storyteller himself, the Tennessee stud, Ron Fuller, and also just happy New Year because for once I'm finally caught up with something ladies and gentlemen to join me in the Maryland and festivities.

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He's swam, he's papy, the post office playboy, the proprietor of the French toast, Chateau, the New Year's baby of podcasting your friend and mine, the great Brian last Aloha, Jim Aloha cult. Happy New Year, everybody. In a few days, I guess when this comes out.

Well, well, no, now see, you're supposed to keep festive right up top of the program and not blow our cover already, but I'm going to expose the business anyway.

Because what we are doing here, ladies and gentlemen, is this episode airs first on Thursday, December 27, 2018. Correct. That is correct.

But we are recording it on December 22nd, three days before Christmas, because at the end of a long and successful year, I finally, after I finish this recording and go run a couple of errands, have nothing to do for an entire three day period.

It's for the first time in a year. Yeah, I have no deadlines. I have nothing on fire. If you've ordered Cornets collectibles by the 22nd, they've gone out and if you haven't, you ain't fucking getting it by Christmas anyway.

Now, that's not say that I'm taking this entire week off the holiday festive season. No, I'm a workaholic. Stacey gets on me about this because I'm making the list what needs to be done, what responsibilities need to be fulfilled here day and night holidays, birthdays, et cetera.

But I have successfully maneuvered away to where I don't have to do anything tomorrow, Christmas Eve and Christmas day.

And that is a rare luxury with his empire that I'm running the various business projects that I've stuck my fingers in over the last year.

But now I have three days of rest and then of course on the 26th, we resume shipping Cornets collectibles and I've got a magazine column deadline by the end of the year and we've got other projects we're working on, et cetera, but I get three days apiece.

Like the three wise men. It's nothing like the three wise. I get a wise wise day apiece a day. I don't fucking know it's it's it comes in threes. Haven't you heard that I've heard that I've always heard that usually three fucking outlaw mud show videos that pop up with it a week.

Well, there you go. It's coming threes. Ladies gentlemen, and we're going to talk about a little bit of that here in a second. But anyway, but yes, but of course I'm hilarious. I normally I come prepared with copious notes emails printed out things for our sponsors stuff that we're going to talk about.

Listen to that. I got one little fucking envelope sized piece of note paper that I've jotted a couple of topics on because it has been hectic. It has been hectic, but I want to make an announcement.

Amia Copa, if you will, to the folks that have tried to order one certain item.

at gymcordnet.com over the last 10 days or so.

You know, that midnight express picture autographed by me, Bobby, and Dennis Connery for our 35th anniversary with proceeds going to not only to myself in the midnight express, but also $5 off every photo of the American Cancer Society. We've been promoting this heavily.

There was a problem on the website. If you ordered it in conjunction with another item, you were fine. But if you tried to order the picture by itself.

As a bunch of people who have emailed me have told me.

You couldn't get it because we forgot to put the fucking shipping gimmick in in the compute in the website in the in the in the pudding there that it makes in the back of the thing.

So we've rectify it would it would tell you apparently that you hadn't entered your address when you had.

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