The And then. I was a way. Now Broadcasting live Jack Armstrong and Joe Getty.

And now he's Armstrong and Getty.

Live from Studio C. See, Senior.

We are broadcasting from a dimly lit room deep within the bowels of the Armstrong and Getty Communications

compound surrounded by a razor wire, chain-laid fence, and dogs with bees in their mouths, so when they bark the bees come out.

And today we're under the tutelage of our general manager.

Four young men who want only two things, Jack.

Number one, to rock and roll all night night number two to party every day.

Kiss our general managers.

What?

Retiring after 50 years on the road?

What?

It's the Holly Day season.

I thought we go with something light.

A war and death, famine, disease. I was going to go with pestilence, but a 50, a 50 year ago, not important then rock band is our general manager?

Oh whoa whoa whoa

wait a minute kisses made more money in general motors in the last 50 years.

Zitzoo!

All right, I assume we have more on that later.

Yeah, hmm.

Gotta get to the pestilence.

You know, musically speaking, I could not give a tinkers damn about a kiss,

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