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Hey there, this is Dan Savage, and if you can hear my voice, you have managed to successfully download yet another installment of the Savage Love podcast.

Still searching for something to call it besides Savage Love podcast, suggested perhaps that we would call it Savage Love Live.

And a lot of pedantic motherfuckers wrote in and said, it's not live, it's taped.

Can you hear that on the tape there?

That's a fire engine going by my soundproof room where I sit once a week with the tech savvy youth and

produce this to tape not live podcast every week so we can't call it Savage Club live

I hate calling it Savage Club podcast don't know what the fucking call it maybe I'll call

it the gay bomb since the Pentagon isn't using that term anymore I'm sure you

are out in the news big. It came out that it was

true. The Pentagon spent millions of dollars in the mid-90s developing a gay bomb that they could

drop on enemies and they would drop their weapons and turn away from fighting because all they really

wanted to do at that moment was, of course, fuck. Because if there's anyone who's irresistible at somebody who's sweating in a trench

in a foxhole for six days before their gay bomb hits him i i don't even know what to say like

we already know what a gay bomb is it's a six pack that's the that's the rumor in gayland

that if you get a straight guy drunk enough,

they're going to go gay for a moment or two. So maybe what the Pentagon needs to drop is kegs

and not gay bombs. But when I keep thinking about when I think about the gay bomb,

and I'm sure this is run through the heads of every gay person in America, is who you'd like

to be standing next to when the gay bomb goes off.

I'd like to be at the U.S. Open standing in between, actually, Raphael Nadal and Andy Rodic

during a particularly heated match where they suddenly are inspired to drop their rackets

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