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

This here buddy, TBTL with a 973 carol under the hood. Hit it all ass!

Methamphetamines. The worst sunburn you'll ever have. Taffy-pipers. The babies.

That was me.

Methamphetamines. The worst sunburn you'll ever have. Taffy-pipers. The babies got a tummy ache.

Slinky pies. Dinosaur cheerleaders. Hairstyles for hobos. Smokable graham crackers.

Hey, I found some change in the sofa. A hopeless sandwich with a despair pickle on the side.

Dentures for crocodiles. Pilgrim food. Tummy tumblers. Tadad lobster bibs.

God! Apparently I had a few tummy tumblers. Right before the beginning of this third and final hour

of TBTL, of course it's just after nine bells. Burbank standard time. Sorry about that.

Sometimes when I'm trying to plan out the next little guy that I'm going to play,

I click the wrong thing and I interrupt human giant and I apologize. Welcome, welcome,

to this hour number three. It's episode three 31 in a collector series.

Our website is minorthwest.com slash TBTL where Jen has been kind enough to put up an open thread.

And there's a whole bunch of cool stuff there. There's a link to the Anthony Bourdain Mario

Battalion event that I'm going to be moderating and you can buy tickets to that. We've got a

link to Rhapsody which Josh Kerns was just rapsodizing. That's not a word is it.

Waxing Rhapsodic is a term. I don't know if you can rapsodize.

All right. Well anyway, we've got a link to that thing, whatever it's called. We've got an amazing

father-daughter dance to a Billie Eidel song at a wedding which we will probably talk about at some

point. And we've got a link to to the music the kills came and played on Friday night which we

will try to play a sample of here in a few moments. First though, let us embark on this journey

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