Welcome back, friends. It's a very special night at Cost of Day blood.

That's right.

It's good Friday.

But tell me what day of penance and fasting would be complete without a ride down Creeosote Causeway.

It's split-tail day, people. Praise Jesus. Fair enough, Chester. Since the boys are all together tonight, you can come in too, but no bumming smokes.

After you, pal. Well, you can have just this one for everybody. Here you go.

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So tonight, Jeff finally coughed up another split-tail, and in this one we're joined by our good pal, Paul J. McSorley. And since Jeff can't seem to

write anything without being offensive, he'd like to say preemptively, he is very fond of Wisconsinites.

So saying, without further delay, I give you the cheesehead.

It give you the cheese head. It came like a thief in the night.

No, not Jesus.

Well, he does too, of course, but that's not what we're talking about.

And if he did, I doubt he'd be too thrilled with what he found down here.

No, it's not the Almighty that hath descended upon split-tail.

It's a term called gentrification.

Now, before you go asking me what that means, keep in mind I had to Google it, and I already forgot the definition.

The only reason I remember the name itself is because it sounds like some other words in the

same vein. Putrification, decimation, rancidification. See, most words like that tend to describe

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