And turn up the air conditioning for Christ's sake if there's any, if there's a God on earth

Connor I'm wearing a very expensive wool suit.

Stun.

This log on the intro by the way.

Unprofessional as a lover is staggering.

Ray Harrah once again the sludge is not on the world groupcast takes to eat or hear

from the salubrious confines of so-hose most inconceivably groovy of that you weigh.

It's happening it's a proof in at the so-ho theater where ground comedy is purviewed and

presented every night of the goddamn week.

And we're once again back here to join hearts and hands and find out what we can find

out under the streets of London.

As we probe deeply into our own psyches and try to release whatever chopped tormented

caterpillars with air waiting to liven pupate and burst forward as magnificent butterflies

that fill the richness of your soul.

I think that's something that Tia Carrera once said.

I'm just quoting now.

We get so many gifts here that I really wish I could thank you but I can't because my

ego doesn't allow it.

And no I move beyond measure every time because people bring us things that we talk about

on the show that poetry literature, drugs, drink and movies and cakes and whatnot and

everybody shut up.

Now this was from last week so I'm reaching back a week and episodes so don't harsh on

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