Where the feckin' flagin', let's get on with it all ready.

Everybody's allowed to speak with a tired accent.

Hey, forget about it.

I got a Vlorio, a papa de boop, a pibi de bap.

Bud bang goop.

I want to speak with an Irish accent, I will.

Oh, thank you.

Because you never know when someone's going to say,

That's the spicy meat of all.

I'm feckin' tired.

I think we just should end this show right there.

Well done.

Once again.

I don't know, I'm feckin' tired too.

Well done indeed.

Well, you know, Peter, to wrap up the week the right way.

And I can't believe it's only been four days just because so much has happened in the NFL

this week.

The wife and I watched the excellent movie nominated for Best Picture, Banshees of

Innocierin' on Sunday night in lieu of actually watching the Oscars.

And number one, what a simple but brilliant premise.

Bleak, but in a weird sort of way uplifting.

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