Dude, me! That is a sweet looking spice car you got there. What is that, man?

This here, buddy, the TBTL with a 973 Cairo under the hood. It'll all ask.

I don't know what you're going to walk up a canvas, the gold medal, especially the main sinkhole,

isn't even in the 88 Olympics yet. That's okay, because we could use the time,

of not that strong swoop. There it goes. This is like a mirror in between you, and then he

goes this way, and then let's say you were to point at each other. You're doing the same thing,

aren't you? No, you're not angry at him. You're just pointing at him, right?

No, never. Never angry, just pointing at you. Hey you, hey you, I know you, I know you.

Welcome to a Friday Night Edition of TBTL, the show that's probably too beautiful to live.

You want so many ships? You got it! I'm your host, Luke Burbank.

Wing in it. 187 pounds. It's working. It's working. Indeed, Julio. It's working. Hi, this is Luke's

Mom 2B coming tonight on TBTL. At 2.10 a. One of you, one of our dear tens of listeners,

stabbed me in the back today. So hard. I can still kind of taste the prison chive.

More on that at 720. Hey, you know the biggest problem with flying, not enough passengers,

hallucinating slash going blind from the in-flight moonshine. Problem solved, Virgin America.

I ended that sentence with two, count them two exclamation points. Does that make me a loser?

Will debate whether exclamation points should in fact be banished from the English language. That's

it. 8 o'clock tonight. Hi Flash. I know it's Jesus, but I drank a little. Hello. How you feeling? Good.

Walking is still happening. You said today that when you were on your walk,

it sounds like your man, Jason, took, would you say, took exception to the fact that I am so surprised

that you've maintained your walking schedule? Yeah, it was pretty funny. He said, Luke seems like

really stunned that you're keeping with your walking. And I said, well, Luke and I are two

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