Well, hey there, friend, I can always count on you to show up, can't I?

I only hope one of these days you choose some appropriate footwear.

Whoa, Chester, you recognize this one, don't you? No biting the listeners. Bad Gator. Bad.

Right this way, Tacasa Day blood.

Ooh, sorry about that. Have yourself a seat, will you?

Mmm. Have yourself a seat, will you?

That's better. You know, they say these things would kill you? But what kind of business would that be?

I mean, what great American industry would want to kill their own customers?

Well, what do I know? At least nobody has anything bad to say about this stuff.

All right, y'all. Smoke them if you got them and drink those glasses to the bottom.

Because old Drew Blood has a tell-to-tale.

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Oh, look at that. Here comes the storm. I swear that corporate rigmarole must be some kind of rain dance.

Anyway, tonight's featured author is one of our favorites. A man who's been to hell and back and has returned with barely a hair out of

place. A man who writes horror with a quill pen plucked directly from a raven's ass. In fact,

the very same raven that gave Edgar Allan Poe so much trouble. That explains quite a bit,

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